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Autumn Sad Poems | Sad Poems About Autumn

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Details | Narrative |

when autumn comes

here, where I walk,
confused silence swirls around my feet,
and the anguished summer leaves
are lingering limp, waiting for autumn...,
waiting to crumble and mingle with earth
drunk with the morning dew

somewhere beneath them
under the thunder
earth wears the scab of a fresh wound
in a place that will not be forgotten...
corrupt with mourning
sprouting with questions
immersed with regret
hollowed with anger
and shadowed by trees of despair

birch-bark faces, heads bent low, shadowed eyes
stone-cold voices, carried in the wind, behind disguise
while mute birds watch without a song
the leaves will decay, green goes, and the eye forgets
forget?  never....
while pawing on the hard and bitter earth
of reason, is impossible...

autumn comes
and autumn goes
I will live in hope that baffled minds
will clearly see a winter sun
and give up blaming ... who?



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Details | Heroic Couplets |

Saint Blackheart

Saint Blackheart walks the Autumn streets and smiles with diamond eyes;
   She's well-aware of what you think, but listens to your lies.
Confess your deepest fantasies or never look her way --
   She's free with random kindness, though she won't have much to say.

Saint Blackheart seeks the shadows for the secrets they impart.
   Her life's a patchwork puzzle made with jagged shards of art --
Impressionistic paintings on a canvas dipped in red;
   She dances like a demon for the angels in her head.

Saint Blackheart loves the twilight and the elemental rain;
   She'll stand and watch you suffer, yet she senses all your pain.
A soft, Franciscan echo making up a primal scream
   Can hurtle from her crimson lips and dart from dream to dream.

Saint Blackheart lives in solitude among the ancient trees --
   You'll find her there within the mist, but never on her knees.
Her hands will offer nothing which is not her own to give;
   And though you wish to die in peace, she may just let you live.

Saint Blackheart will not weep with you or wipe away your tears,
   Yet she may catch their crystal hue and treasure it for years.
She'll lay a little flower on a long-forgotten grave --
   A tribute to the tortured soul she never tried to save.


Details | Free verse |

in absolute darkness

Do you know what its like to be 
in absolute darkness?
I do. 
And I want to be back
on a foggy night
where winter doesn't fall too far
the only thing you can see 
is a distant street light
yellow and gold
glowing from the distance
the wet leaves that fell from the trees 
fill the night 
with a dewy smell
darkness. 
I turn the key
bright headlights
flood the road
one line, two lines, 
they all combine
into a white blur keeping me 
from crossing into the abyss
I could drive forever 
alone. 
I want to be gone again
back to my home.


Details | I do not know? |

VOICES FROM THE DEEP

We once walked along together, 
In the morning, by the sea.  
Two young hearts rejoicing sweetly, 
Hearts as happy as could be.  	

She began to hear strange voices 
Speaking words I could not hear.
Voices from her inner sanctum--
Words not meant for human ear.

Soon her mind began to hearken
To the voices from within,
And a heart that once sang sweetly,
Never sang so sweet again.

I remember, in September,
On a golden, autumn day, 
My true love was not beside me
When I strolled beside the bay.

I had searched, but could not find her
For our early morning stroll,
And my heart was beating slowly--
There was anguish in my soul.

Then they brought the tragic tidings;
That they'd pulled her from the sea.
Unheard voices had seduced her--
And took my very life from me.

Phantom voices in the midnight
Had aroused her from her sleep,
She'd surrendered to their calling,
When they beckoned from the deep.


Details | Verse |

Past

Another year has gone, it just slipped away,
Without notice or warning or eulogies to say.
On purpose, I barely register its passing…only crack
A bitter smile;
A half-raised, quizzical eyebrow, maybe, laced with a brief 
Sense of a long forgotten once close friend
Giving up the ghost.

From starved tree branches the leaves tumble down,
Sheets of rain guillotine on this dirty old town.
I watch the autumn gale axing…havoc from
The frozen North.
I'm digging graves for memories, perhaps, meticulously fast,
For they really need interment
As they are the living dead.

Funny, it's the first time ever, I realise I'm getting old,
The heart misses beats and the room feels always cold.
I see the lines etch on my face…gritted warp
Of aching bones.
And try as I might to shove longing and regret back into
Their woodworm coffins,
It does not keep the pain at bay
When the past craves resurrection.


Details | Rhyme |

He Can't Tell Her Now

He is playing in school
Acting like a fool
Little girl makes his heart go Wow!!
He is kind of shy
She's the apple of his eye
But he can't tell her now.
It is a few years later
And he starts to date her
She fills his dreams somehow
He wants her to stay
To never go away
But he can't tell her now.
It is the secret of his life
He wants her for his wife 
He would take that final vow
Though the years go by so fast
He knows his love will last
But he can't tell her now.
Now in the Autumn of his years
He realizes his fears
That life has past them by somehow
He knows his love will stand
As he touches her cold and lifeless hand
But he can't tell her now.

    Of all the emotions we go through in life, the saddest is regret.


Details | I do not know? |

LEAVES MEMORIES

              Dedicated to
          Robbie Philly and Boo
         (Robbie DOD 10/13/1986)
 

  In past autumn seasons there were we,
Parents Bob and Jan kids Kim and Robbie.
   As a family we'd roll up our sleeves
  Tackle job of raking and piling leaves.

  Together we would work while having fun.
 Admiring leaf piles when raking was done.
We'd call our dogs Philly and her pup Boo,
 Encouraging leaps into the high piles too.

  Dogs dived in and then the four of us too
 Leaping as one Bob Jan Rob Kim Philly and Boo.
 We'd disappear deep then we'd leap in the air
   Scattering those leaves to who knows where!

  Leaves are memories pressed deep in my mind
   As scrapbook pages of a much happier time.
  Autumn comes each year and when the leaves fall
   Think of Rob, Philly and Boo wish I could
             again hug them all!!!


Details | Diamante |

- NEW FALL-

                                                  
                                                        
                                                      


                                                   September
                                            Red, yellow, orange
                                        Crackling gloss and color
                                 Leaves dancing beautifully in the air
                    Cold, clear air a quiet morning before the sun has risen
                          Small streams are converted to large waterfalls
                                   A melancholy goodbye to summer
                                                A silent prayer
                                                     Thanks



                                                       
                                                         






02.09.2013
A-L  Andresen :)






Details | I do not know? |

The Loyalty Bond

How kind of you to think of me
On this beautiful autumn day
Were your thoughts regarding your loyalty?
Or were they thoughts rehearsed to display?

Such a powerful thing, this loyalty bond
Something we all inevitably yearn
A bond of trust and fidelity
A bond which we all must earn

Many will take it lightly
Most will not understand
Some will honor and embrace it
Yet the majority will heartily disband

I laugh at the thought of the loyalty bond
The yearning of a bond which does not exist
Its amazing how all of us will long for
An illusion so easily dismissed


Details | Acrostic |

Reflections: Midlife Crisis

P     aranoia permeates, etching itself into your fractured face,
A     cacophony of constant pressure; life remains a stressful race,
N     othing to hope for, no positives like promotion in the workplace,
I      nability to love, relationships lift anchor and set sail without chase,
C     hildren crushing dreams under mortgages; age grows with disgrace
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