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Autumn Lyric Poems | Lyric Poems About Autumn

These Autumn Lyric poems are examples of Lyric poems about Autumn. These are the best examples of Autumn Lyric poems written by international PoetrySoup poets

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Aster 'Blue Autumn'

(This is a specific type of Aster with full name Aster 'Blue Autumn') Aster 'Blue Autumn,' summer wanes. The shining sky of dusk is drenched in splendor. Tremulously, I watch shadows that arrive all to soon-to purloin sun's last rays. Aster 'Blue Autumn,' how you thrive in fields amidst a throng of goldenrod! And always you forego the chill of nights that come to steal away the last of Summer's days. Aster 'Bue Autumn,' Virgo aches, and you're re-birthed from star dust that she cries- to bloom beneath blue skies until the fatal time when breath is snatched . . . Pensively I wait. For Tracie ~*~ Indigo Dreamweaver's ~ Flowers or Stones ~ Poetry Contest


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Apple Pickin' Time

Come an' pick yerself an apple,

Come an' pick a heapin' load;

Come an' pick a bloomin' bushel

An' a couple fer the road.


There's a dozen different sizes,

Pink an' yella, red 'r lime,

Shades that match the pale sunrises

Of the apple pickin' time.


Go an' make an apple pie,

Make it thirty miles high,

Then you'll be in apple heaven

Till the day you up an' die.


Come an' pick yerself an apple,

Come an' pick a heapin' load;

Come an' pick a bloomin' bushel

An' a couple fer the road;


Some for Gran and Uncle Pete,

An' a few fer fighting crime;

'Cause the fella down the street

Knows it's apple pickin' time.


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While You Sleep

While you sleep I tell you all of the things I keep inside throughout day.
Now that you can hear but not listen I find them much easier to say.
My hopes, my dreams, my fears, and everything in between
Your subconscious hears so keen, or so it seems.
My tongue is soft; I speak so sweetly 
Knowing your reaction will never greet me.

Tonight will be different in what I want you to know.
It has everything to do with what I can’t help but show.
I hold no claim to any religion but you’ve given me a place for my faith.
Somewhere it will never stale or lose its lavish taste.
You’ve shown me something I can see, touch, and feel, 
And so before it I choose to kneel.

I know I don’t say it but I miss you every day.
Sitting, thinking of the perfect words to be my choice,
Yet when you call I can’t find any of the right words to say.
I’m just happy to finally hear your voice.
Even just a moment is enough to sooth my heavy heart;
Fearing the ends of conversations knowing we’ll have to part.

I’ll never be too far from you, always within arm’s reach,
And in your days of darkness I’ll be the light that you will seek.
I’ll never let you leave too far from me, I’ll stay close behind you in this world;
Secretly protecting what is mine, you will always be my girl.
I only want the best for you so the best of me I will employ.
Faithfully yours, I will always be your boy.

I close my eyes and kiss your soft sweet lips
And see the very best of you in loving bliss.
I see past the physical which makes you attractive
And focus on the things I can’t see in which I’m attracted.
Your thoughts I’d love to hear them all.
Of the things you speak disinterest never makes its call.

My day will come, I know someday I’ll be the only one.
And you I will pursue viciously,
Because I’ve given you the greatest gift I can give, to love unconditionally.
Yes our day will come, I know someday we’ll be as one.
And you I will pursue viciously,
Because I’ve given you the greatest gift I can give… to love unconditionally.


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The Dark Wood

The Dark Wood ------------------- Far away on the moor, wind creeps quiet: When the golden rays fade and the day's gone; From a nook rustling in the woods of night, Cries a whippoorwill ever and anon. Thickets skirting and swirling untill dawn; She wended her way, swept by Queen Anne's lace; To be cloak'd by dark waters, heap'd upon The sweet enchanted blossoms of her face; The woods dwell in slumber, and shadows hide all trace. In the bosom of night's darkness, she lay Hiding behind the drowsy shades of moon; Once gleaming brook murmurs under the sway Of her gambols in the roses wind strewn, Beneath bowers of a magical rune; A dew spent lingering about afloat, So shall the bleak wind before it dies soon 'pon the autumn wood, fading in dim note; And souls lull'd to repose wearing the midnight coat. ... The form it's been written is in Spenserian Stanza (The stanza consists of eight lines of iambic pentameter followed by a single alexandrine, a twelve-syllable iambic line. rhyme scheme of these lines is "ababbcbcc.") .. For the Contest: Metrical Verse Sponsored by Giorgio Veneto For the Contest: Nature Poems old/ new Sponsored by Poet Destroyer Written by Gautami Phookan


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Once upon a memory

The sun has risen in my night but I was blind to see the light The moon have sunk in a new dawn I dreamt too long,and it was gone.... Now i stroll over the shore gazing above the horizon to find a shooting star But what's the use of shooting stars which fade too far from where you are? What's the use to make a wish when you are not with me What's the use of sprinkling spells on once upon a memory? What's the use for candles on the sand If you're not here to hold my hand What's the use of fragrant words when autumn leaves are burnt What's the use for hearts to beat when worlds don't understand? Last petal falls upon my feet the wind blows in my hair a melody on starry night Hushed whisper in my ear Soft music plays in distance the guitar 's not there So what's the use for symphony? Once more I'm deaf to hear Slowly i tiptoe to the stone wall which stands behind the old Palm tree Slowly I seek deeper as a tiny shadow i see a shadow which keeps growing and getting close to me Its my imagination It must be a fantasy In silence I walk back to where our cabin used to be My fingers bury footprints which I found by the sea.
Charma This is a fiction poem inspired by a song i was hearing called 'Love is blind' by Donny Montell


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Lonely days and lonely nights

My Beloved,
How can I see beauty without thinking your name,How can I feel happiness 
with you so far away?Empty is my dusky night,Cold as Winter is my day,
I scented our love in the first flower of May,and lost its fragrance,
as a Lifeless Autumn leave,when you vanished,and left me all alone,
alone I am to stay,till then I pray,I pray for your return,I pray that
you'll come back to me,and as I watch the West Sweet Wind playing with dawn,
I live a memory ,of when we made love on the golden stacks of hay,
in the farmer's lawn.I gaze at the horizon,and my thought is filled with you,
My heart bacchus of glee,remembering that June ,a Summer afternoon,
when we wrote poetry,under the shade of the blossom cherry tree.
My beloved,when you wake up in my dreams,you are vaster than the
eternal serene seas,You warm me with your harped string rays love beams,
Yes ,as the first prism of the sun you reflect fire in me,You ignite passion,
even when the flint have turned so wet,with my tears crying for  thee.
My beloved,I pray,I pray the waves,to hug embrace,the greatest wave to be,
I pray,I pray the greatest tides to come and carry you back to me.
I'm here still waiting for you,Maybe one day I will go too,and stop thinking 
of you,but that will be the day,that every thing in my world will be so misty blue.


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A Change in Autumn

As the world 
closes in on us
   our eyes 
see 
    what our hearts 
permit them to see
In autumn - in 
the waning of the year 
as the trees 
   turn orange, red and golden
before the land is covered in white 
we will see sound and light 
Surrounded by nature's beauty we become a part 
  of the eco-system 
A great dawn 
  awaits us 
in the end 
Voices of ancient 
    children 
reverberate in the cool air
Sometimes when it seems 
that we are lost 
the rhythm of the seasons 
reminds us of what we may become
Perhaps this autumn light 
  will bring this world 
to its' senses 
Strength, Tranquility 
and a heavy sense 
      of peace 
Are being swept in 
by a cool Northeastern breeze


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Another Season

        I heard the mist of autumn 
      as it whispered to the sun
        'tis time to paint the summer
      another season has begun
        Then the author of the universe
      like thunder here below
        announced to summer's ember
      it's time for you to go
        Set the trees ablaze with color
      another season has begun
        and blend them with the heavens
      beneath the midnight sun
         Whatever be the reasons
      within each heart we know
        as like the mighty rivers
      all life through time must flow
        Then I heard the fading summer
      as it whispered to the sun
        my yesterday's have passed away
      another season has begun.


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Birthday warning!

A cold autumn morning, 
new rains have arrived 
today not so ordinary 
A little girls birthday goes by 

she had an accident 
she awoke in her bed wet 
today she is six, a present she did 
not expect 

A day without the jug cord 
would be her birthday wish 

Her hope is soon faded, 
for there her mother stood, 
A birthday beating just begun- 
her mothers' way 
of a little fun 

"you dirty little b!#@h"! 
I'm sick of washing your sheets 
this will fix you...and fix you good 
till you're black and blue 
...or till I'll make you bleed"! 

Happy Birthday to me... 
through aches and tears 
I am happy 
I survived to date six years 

alone in her closet 
she'd make this her car 
travel to far away happy lands 
go shopping for a star 

once she bet the jug cord 
she collected up the sheets 
took her mums' old coal shovel 
buried them under the house 
darkest corner beneath, 

her father gave her sixpence 
every time she was dry, 
or if she wet, he'd make her wetter 
he'd put her in a cold bath 

the little girl would trick him, 
moving the sheets about 
her mother would come in the room 
catch the little girl out 

the little girl did such things 
out of fear she lied 
the little girl was in a place 
she was trying to survive 

she adapted to her father 
she adapted to her mother 

though difficult it was 
it affected everything 
looking back the way she was 

she changed her life completely 
eradicated the fear 
her life gets better and better 
year after year 

her mum and dad to this day 
the little girl forgave 
she understands the way they were 
a woman she has grown 
forgiving to her grave 

she struggles on her birthday 
preferring to enjoy 
her spirit accepts what happened 
on that day the present 
she avoids 


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Gemini Eyes In Sapphire Skies

(4 before start)
The sun descends as the
SWELLS RISE
Counting every coward as he passes by

You could take the place
Of the emerald lights
In the southern cities
Where the castles bloom
After a weathered trace
Of gold and two's

June bugs and fireflies
Are tearing up the autumn skies
"goodbye...GOODBYE!"

Kingdoms,
They all fall down
Where you're standing makes all the difference
(ALL THE DIFFERENCE NOW!)

Take my tongue and take my scarf
The STORM IS COMING IN!
Take my aim and take cover
This tempo is set for
SELF-DESTRUCTION


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