Limerick Autumn Poems | Limerick Poems About Autumn
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As we walk like children holding hands , swinging our arms together as we walked slowly through the blanket of the Autumn leaves. The path we walk is as it were never ending .The tall forest trees that lined each side , appeared to funnel off to the distant open sky . Sun now setting leaving a Orange sky that blended with the leaves all about us . That cool evening breeze upon our glowing faces . The whisper of the trees as they swayed in the wind , but the loudest sound of it all was the beating of our hearts . No it was not just the chill of the wind that made our faces glow , it was the love in our hearts that showed. Yes we were children for that moment , full of innocents of a love so pure at heart, a love so true , nothing could tear it apart . A love that memories are made of and dreams that come true .There is nothing so good as the love you have for me and I for you.
The path we walk that seemed to go on forever , was actually our love through out our lives ,as we travel together through it.
Copyright © TIMOTHY CARTER
There was once a fellow named Joe
Who saved money for an expensive bow
The bow was awesome
Used to kill an opossum
Which won him a trophy in a show
Copyright © Christian Childs
Tony wants to teach Mary some yoga,
While dressed in a short, little toga
He bends over the mat,
Where she just then had sat.
From jail Tony cannot now teach yoga.
Copyright © Diane Lefebvre
Clever levers and zip-lock talks
sticky things and elephant walks
like velcro clasps
and duck-tape grasps
go ring around our blocks.
But when we’ve seen a paddle-lock
a tie which binds, but just won’t balk
or paper clips
with curvy lips
we surely shouldn’t squawk.
And when we sheaf our autumn grief
tight with frost, to sun’s relief
prepare for snow
before you know
we hope that winter’s brief.
For fuzzy-butts will store their nuts
when cold winds start their razor cuts
birds fly south
(and my mouth)
(because it never shuts.)
Soon we’ll see a flux of words
colored clusters grouped in herds
big and small
like luscious little curds.
‘Cause we’re in a soup, so nice and warm
a bunch of us — quite a swarm!
‘tween tempest tales and storms.
If you’ve read this far, you have seen
a lot of nonsense from my bean
call me nuts
no if’s or but’s!
‘cause toward nonsense I do lean.
Copyright © John Wulf
The wind blew the leaves away, for it was the end of times
The leaves dried and had fallen, for it was on the cold ground
The thoughts of being tethered to the warm support
Of the love and embrace, it was wonderful times
The love had forsaken the once tender leaves
It was the autumn time, the days they are left to fall away
The dimming memory of leaves, to see the glory of sun
To dance to the tunes of singing gale
Alas it was their end of times
The kid on the block walked over the pile of them all
Asked his father, why this happened at all
"the love of tree, shouldn't make it to keep them in its fold"
Father smiled, he replied this wasn't the end of this all
For the day will come when the sun will again be up, in its full glory
The cycle of life and death will again swing
And a day will come when you will again walk over the leaves, and maybe i wont be there
Copyright © Agnimitra Mishra