"autmn" poems
kittens chasing string
batting at the moving thread
busily playing
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a cicada's shell
left behind on a tree trunk
the back split open
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cold, wet, autmn night
I visualize lying
in my warm, dry bed
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raindrops falling down
are cleaning and watering
the dusty city
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my dog takes biscuits
like Catholics accept holy
communion wafers
Nov 23, 2012
Nov 23, 2012 at 2:47 AM UTC
*
If only on a breeze
I could feel your kiss,
gently against my parched lips
worn of summer’s languished heat
but soothed by an
October dream
Cool upon my mouth
which aches with desire
as far away emotions call your name
between each falling leaf
cascading effortlessly
to the ground
Inhaling this enchanting scent
lingering on the breeze, I would taste
love, drenching me in hope
of cinnamon hues and
pumpkin patch wishes
as seasons change
So here I wait in the drifting winds,
the soothing joy that is your heart,
flowing from the north
to touch me, fulfilling
these endless autumn longings
of your lips on mine*
Sep 28, 2016
Sep 28, 2016 at 6:58 PM UTC
I'm going to stop acting like I know anything
And slow down on the *****
And singing blues
I don't know much
My thoughts are all feelings
My heart is in my head
Reality fills the voids
Left between
Saccharine dreams
Who am I?
I don't know anything
I can't trust my instincts
I need input
My eyes are depleting
Who am I?
The autmn wind
Upon your face
Feebly wispering
Who am I?
Love drunk boy
Lost in the universal last call
Of copresence
In a human kind
Buffering
Your body
Your face
Your skin
Your hair
Your essence
Your personality
Your touch
Buffering
Has left me only
Saccharine dreams
Nov 21, 2015
Nov 21, 2015 at 6:22 AM UTC
Crisp breezes blow
The clouds are a sign of snow. . .
Snow is on the way
Making it's way here today
The Autmn cottage stands strong and tall
The crisp breeze is a sign of Fall
Fall is here ever speak
And brittle leaves lie in heaps
The country lane is full of leaves
Which dance and twirl in the breeze
The trees on either side
Make it seem so very wide
This path was walked by many tired feet
In the coolness and the heat
Lots of leaves piled everywhere
And the strong smell of sweet woodsmoke in the air
This is one of my favourite Seasons
And perhaps you've caught the reason
Because. . . It's so beautiful
This time when Fairies sit upon toad stools
They laugh at the window
And cry with the snow
Their cheeks of warmth a glow
In the rain and in the snow
This is why I love Fall the best
When Autumn wears it's pretty vest!
~Marian~
Apr 12, 2013
Apr 12, 2013 at 12:32 AM UTC
It's a cold, windy October afternoon
Winter is grasping the necks,
Of the flowers yet to bloom
My fingers turn red,
My breath collects in the air
All of nature, becoming dead,
Feeling the wind rush past my hair
I get a cold chill,
Autmn reminds me of my belly filled
With Apple Cider and warm stew
And all the memories you,
And I, that we shared together
It's been a day and forever, but,
I can't stop seeing you in the decaying leaves
Oct 26, 2013
Oct 26, 2013 at 12:14 PM UTC
But a memory in the cold,
Your petals glisten in the Autumn Rain.
You are whispering,
"I am Alive."
Though the world does not hear,
You are weeping for the warmth you once knew.
The scattered breeze threatens your stability,
Awaiting the time when you will snap.
But never will you give up,
This world you once knew.
Once living in the blissful gardens,
Breathing in the colors of spring.
Composing,
Through your shades,
A love that is burning.
Like the Autumn Leaves,
You burn shades of passion.
Floating away with the night's sorrows,
Wishing upon a broken dream.
The nights blossom into days,
Suspending imagination.
Lingering on thoughts of clarity.
You are but a simply Rose,
Nothing more than reality.
A carrier of joys,
A river of sand,
Drowning in emotion.
With the compassion of few,
And the wisdom of many.
You are but an Autumn Rose,
Awaiting Frost's deadly kiss,
To bring you back to life.
Nov 2, 2012
Nov 2, 2012 at 12:02 AM UTC
My love seaps out like rising chimney smoke.
I fill the air with all my burning logs,
And make the cats and dogs smell like autmn.
will you sustain my never ending flames?
Or do I die with out a chance in hell.
What could I do with out your oxygen.
Id surley burn out and never live again.
Can you decide before I meet my fate.
Its getting cold and Im starting to burn out.
Why dont you think my purpose isnt strong.
Know this:
It wasnt the fire that kept you warm all winter long.
Oct 19, 2013
Oct 19, 2013 at 4:47 AM UTC
i remember your voice the first time we spoke.
how it stunned me, completely,
it was comforting.
you told me every secret.
i cried that night,
hearing you recite the last 5 years.
through my tears,
you whispered "why are you upset?"
i confessed, "i cant comprehend how someone with such a beauiful soul, could be hurt so much".
you told me i was too precious for this world.
i told you i wished i could wrap my arms around you.
i wonder if you realised how much i meant that.
i walked the most beautiful fields with him, and dreamed it was you.
im an inhabiter of a vicious cycle.
of altering reality.
but i had to, just to be with you.
you talked vividly about the places youd take me.
your words rang in my ears all day.
im at the beach, its beautiful and i wish you were here.
you stopped saying you wished that too.
i drew you.
i made you that playlist.
you never sent me yours.
maybe i knew that you would drift away as youd assured me,
maybe i didnt want to believe it.
i always asked you to draw me.
eventually you stopped saying you would.
i hadnt smiled so much in years, maybe
you oiled something rusty in me
i hadnt loved so dearly,
in so long.
you made me feel strong.
saying you would never let anyone hurt me.
i felt safe knowing that.
even though you were thousands of miles away.
last week you drew him.
you showed him the same bands you showed me
you called him the same nicknames you called me
i smiled bitterly
and asked how was he
youre gonna see eachother in autmn
you think that he might be the one
youre gonna end up being something.
i cant help feeling that he is everything i wasnt.
since we stopped talking,
they started bothering me again
when your passion stopped,
i was crying so much that i couldnt let you see me.
typed out on my keyboard
things i didnt want to tell you because i didnt want to get attatched.
tonight we talked.
you did not smile when you saw me.
you did not tell me that you missed me.
when i said i missed you.
i said it makes me sad but i could never blame you.
i said i cant help it because you're so special to me.
your eyes did not flicker with a single emotion.
i love you.
but i dont want you to know.
i want you to go.
like youd never existed.
Aug 22, 2015
Aug 22, 2015 at 10:09 PM UTC
Brown leaves flux the pond
tadpoles elude the sunlight
an eerie fog infringed
May 10, 2021
May 10, 2021 at 3:38 PM UTC
Lost battle of a wounded soldier
Have I lost or given it all up?
But for now
The Autumn is on me
It all has ended
But I don't give up
I keep walking
Walking wounded
Dragging my tattered body
Along a Withered soul
At crossroads of Autmn
Where is the spring?
No flowers will bloom
I am not dispirited but for a moment
I deter
I fear
For this paused moment
I realise
I have lost the battle
Standing outside my house thinking
Do I have a right on this gate
I am a soldier defeated by life
Churning out bitter juices of negativity
I feel like a stranger in my own house
I disown my things
I laugh and and enter the house again
I have my flute, my water colours,aisle, brushes and other drawing tools inside
Dec 18, 2015
Dec 18, 2015 at 11:54 AM UTC
You think you really know,
what could a dead man need except an empty grave.
The wind rustles the leaves shifted by autmn time,
I hear the crisp footprints approaching from behind
The corners curl as they fall like a ship in the vast ocean
Moving along with no care, no direction just falling effortlessly
We mourn the time that we did not
Branches stretch across blue grey cloud covered sky
You are behind me swaying as I smell you side to side
We are still, admiring the natural carpet laid before us
Sometimes you choose a leaf or two just like childhood memories
We are older through the autumn of our own
Travelling through this tale of ours
It is a choice to stop and notice the beauty around that caught by a snare like rabbit we forget,
The steel as it pierces the defenseless and unwary
Challenge to choose to really see to let go away and climb the trees
Lets walk on sandy beaches in the midst of a storm
Take a chance to live and love
This time I will be different I promise.............
Do you know, you think you do
Jul 6, 2015
Jul 6, 2015 at 3:29 PM UTC
Smiling in Summer
Dying in Autmn, what a ******
Dead in the winter snow
But reborn in the spring meadow
Aug 18, 2014
Aug 18, 2014 at 1:23 PM UTC
Looking right through me
I feel the love of autumn
The crisp quiet afternoon air
Following my every footstep
The trees looking down on my head
And little beings of the ground, looking up at me.
As quiet as it can be,
I hear my heart pounding out of my chest.
Only to see,
The beautiful face of autmn.
Oct 10, 2015
Oct 10, 2015 at 6:05 AM UTC
Watch a leaf fall all the way from the top of a tree to the bottom
Listen closely as the wind moves it along the ground
Don't speak
Oct 23, 2019
Oct 23, 2019 at 9:36 PM UTC