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Free Verse Autumn Poems | Free Verse Poems About Autumn

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Details | Free verse |

Hot cider dreams



Fall glides in on the wings of migrating monarchs, stained glass visions seeking respite from a tedious journey signaling a change in our surroundings Blushing, the complexion of November slips from swimsuit informalities to fawn layered outfits of earth tone lace Singing of cool breeze melodies on chrysanthemum dance steps Sweetly autumn reaches, filling every part of my heart collecting at my feet like fallen leaves Swirling about me on winds of fleece lined affection tickling fancies and coaxing smiles Maple syrup hues cling to pumpkin seed desires, painting pathways in tinted curves, outlined in kaleidoscope siftings, champagne ribbons winding to stroll with the one you adore Fireside encounters warm of passion’s enduring flame a’ glow on shade drawn windows and pine needle temptations floating of chilled evening whispers Wrapped in my arms, hot cider dreams gather amidst comforting aromas, weaving scented shadows neath wool blanket motions and as the season changes, so do I… I fall more in love with you

Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2016



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Blow sweet Breeze

With the turning of the green
the fevered hues engulf my soul
rich radiant reds glistening in the sun
as my heart gleams with memories
of the solemn words that fall from
your angelic lips.
The ornate orange and dynamic yellows
come to life
like those sparkling flecks dancing
inside your autumn eyes. Oh my heart
my heart, rest my heart.
Breathless the breeze blows a subtle scent
of sweets from the pink flowing Amaryllis.
Blow sweet breeze blow  off into the night
and on your wings I plant my kiss. A loving kiss
filled with the finest fruits of my harvest like the
finest bottle of red served on the terrace overlooking
the Grande Canal in Venice under a moonlit sky.
Blow sweet breeze blow and onto her veranda swirl
swirl gently into her palatial palace and wrap my love
firmly upon her waiting cheek.

Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2016

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THE OLD OAK TREE


         Oh I am but a simple leaf
         withering within the gutter
         one summer of bliss
         now! Just an autumn flutter.

                   For some; destine to fall
                   upon stony ground, a part
                   of life’s infernal gyration.
                   Yet for those that fall
                   within your reach, to live
                   on within your soul!

         While limbs that stretch
         towards the solstice, create
         vivacious veins as channels of hope,
         a pledge of foliation continues
         to endure what spring has
         furnished; autumn expires. 

                   Yes! If we can but learn
                   from nature’s complex simplicity,
                   that life be of a cycle
                   from the seed we are conceived,
                   then let spring be my beginning
                   winter my exultant eve!

         Let our two cultures
         merge as one, the
         decomposed humus
         to become the sustenance;
         our transfusion the
         new beginning.

                   Let us breathe the
                   fragrance of born again;
                   let each slender limb,
                   stout body bear our
                   tenaciousness, each lyrical
                   leaf our life’s blood.

          Let us mollycoddle each
          precious tear that falls from a
          angry sky; dance gracefully
          upon the wind, embrace
          on moonless nights, bathe
           in summer madness.

                   Let us hear the bluebell call,
                   the daffodil pray, the apple
                   blossom bear witness; the
                   clamour of the field mouse
                   the pitapat of the butterfly
                   the silence of lovers in love.

             Let us be sanctuary to the
             symbolic songstress, scuttling
             squirrel, vulgar urchin;
             a fortress for the warrior
             a haven for the pacifist
             an inspiration for the poet!

 EPILOGUE 

                  The call of springtime
                   we will invoke,
                     logging representative
                      we will gladly choke;
                        nature’s guardian.
                          “This! Obliging old oak.”

       © Harry J Horsman  2000


        

         







Copyright © harry horsman | Year Posted 2010

Details | Free verse |

A Goodbye Kiss

Amber streaks brush across the horizon
holding still a little part of me in a perfect memory
a crisp morning breeze caressing weathered lips
begging for one more goodbye kiss
behind closed lids I can clearly see
those honey dipped eyes
staring right back at me
at the man you hoped I'd be
begging for one more goodbye kiss
you fighting your way back 
to hold the secrets
keeping these cobblestones in place
time slowly takes it toll as autumn rolls into town
the daylight wanes along with the excitement
hanging on along with the yellow painted leaves
waiting for one final caressing breeze
one last chance to see
and one long lasting goodbye kiss


 








Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |

- Begging Sunlight -


A yellow song about autumn
Leaves falling slowly 
May nature embrace me gently

Birds mixing tunes 
Of such ecstatic sound 
Rising a sweet melody 
Creeds and song carried with the wind
in the highest tempo

Kissing one heart priceless gold
Crossing bridges and mountain majesty of the world
Rustling softly breathless whispers treasure
Most quiet need, by autumn sun and candlelight

Like sweet thoughts in a dream
Dazzling of wonder as magical charms
floating flutters gently on a breeze 
Delightful day it is for all who dwell
delicately blown upon warm sunlight rays 

The sumptuous yearning of summer that left
Breathtaking feeling dance circles around
Viewing elements and seasons as they change
Deeply touches embracing beauty inside 
Into the dawn's early and tender caresses
You stand in front of the sun 
morning dewdrops upon your vision 




Written by L. Mcdaid & A-L Andresen :)  16.10.2015 
Copyright © All Rights Reserved

Copyright © Sunshine Smile | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |

Any Old Poem Contest: echoes and whispers uncut

listen,
the whispers
of leaves
turn color
announce
autumn is here.

touch,
the echoes
of the rain
that waters
and blossoms spring.

taste,
uncut
the snow shapes
the crisp cold
ices the wintertide.

see,
the sand sculptures
that paint
that rekindle
a childhood summer past.

smell,
the seasonal airs
stimulates the senses
and the memories they carry.

in the glee,

in the hopes and dreams,

in the human spirit,

lives the miracle of life.

the magnificent
voices in every pitch
deep and resounding,
the melody

 of echoes and whispers – uncut.

Maurice Yvonne
Any Old Poem Will Do - Contest
For Skat A
Entered: August 29 2014

Copyright © Maurice Yvonne | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |

ONE AUTUMN NIGHT

Our shadows are silhouetted against the fading orange sky.
A blanket of russet and brown leaves carpet the ground
Like tiny children we kick the wind blown leaves, hearing them crunch under our feet
The silvery moon casts its eerie glow, illuminating the trees
Branches once dripping with their coats of leaves are now naked and exposed
The biting wind reminds us that summer is just a distant memory
Pulling our hoods over our heads we hurry home to a roaring fire

09~06~14
Contest:- One Autumn Night
Sponsor: Poet Destroyer A
~awarded 7th place~

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |

Autumn

Autumn and bygone memories,
bare cornfields, luscious heaths,
where tracks zigzag to vales
as hikers' joy blooms.
The green ferns thrive
from recent downpours;
goats graze before the winter blasts
and hay-laden carts amble by.
Here and there old farms dot 
the countryside, smoke silently
curling slowly out of blackened chimneys.

Rambling around, gardens greet us,
faint scents permeate the air.
Late sunflowers start to hang their heads,
crinkled celosia "cristata" adorn haughty patches,
while blue Agapanthus demand queen reign.
In wooded areas once green, all color mutate:
ash turns to yellow, maple delights in red,
while dogwood almost precious pink.

Eventide approaches, many haste for meals,
a homely vegetable broth, a crusty bread,
cheeses of all types, and roasted lamb and mead.
Fully satiated, all repair for a goodnight's sleep,
in barns, tents or beds provided by comely spouses.
Oh would that autumn never ends.

12/20/2015

For the contest, Any Poem, sponsor, Broken Wings
Placed 1

Copyright © Victor Buhagiar | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |

AUTUMN ON FIRE

God’s inspirational napalm set ablaze upon the trees of autumn,
Welcome to the ascension of the fall season, bursting forth onto
The leaves once evergreen.
Colors of crisp snapping, auburn reds, fires aglow oranges, and
Subdued darken browns to contrast the mixtures blending, created
By the masterful hands of a higher powers creativity.
Tender timbers mutated into a glorious display of light and color,
Splashing the palette array of natural beauty.
Blessed in magnificence the lord hushes and stills, the mortal heart,
As inspiration captures the poets ink pen to write,
Upon the empty parchment page.
Strolling lovers huddle together, beneath a wondrous tapestry,
A canopy of leaf petals, that descend as it is caressed
By a chilling fall breeze.
Whispering softly in each others ears tender words
Sweet nothings, youth in utter splendor wrapped
Embraced in loves devotional shawl of emotions.
Behold vows promises of perfection uniting
These spirits of fall, united against the winter
Winds forever more.
Cold and slain lay the roses of summer, yet within
The wild heart of innocence, the flame of desire
Shall not flicker out, nay it lives strong in the young,
A blossom of delicate distention is true loves flower.
Oh in timeless remembrance as years will pass,
And only one shadow remains between these two
Souls united joined in life as one. 
Shall beyond another single silhouette awaits,
Tracing these burnt ambers of autumn from long ago,
 In cascading showers of melted colors of memory.
In angels tears a gentle rain does fall, yet a smile
Crosses the face of this eternal love, a blessings
Promise in one word spoken, always.
God’s inspirational napalm set ablaze upon the trees of autumn,
Welcome to the ascension of the season, bursting forth onto
The leaves of the evergreen.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN

Copyright © cherl dunn | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |

Autumn Colours

i am surrounded by a blaze of  flaming colors in God's garden.
autumn happily creating with her palette in hand the September scape.

a thousand shades of reds, yellows, browns, earth tones spread,
blended perfectly by the artist's loving hand, a sensual delight.
a masterpiece, sketched against a bark colored scrim of nature's flesh.

with my eyes opened wide and my body clothed in autumns light 
quenched but still wanting, unwillingly i stagger away, drunk from exposure.







Maurice Yvonne
September 2 2014

Copyright © Maurice Yvonne | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |

Falling Petals

A flower blooms - only for a time -
then petal by falling petal, dies.
And faster still when winter settles -
washing white all color from sight.

An heirloom clock wakes sleepy night, 
a new calendar sits on tidy desk,
a still life hanging on shadowed wall -
helps to remind of spring's rebirth 
as days grow ever shorter.

Does winter's chill call thoughts of death
to those who would rather forget
or bury our discontent beneath the snow?
In late autumn's weary hours, 
I tend to the fading flowers
and waiting, hold my breath.









Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |

Pressed Leaves

By chance, I found them, there...
Three pressed leaves, with brittle veins of delicacy
Tucked between the pages 
Of a tattered book of poems
Overlooked and gathering dust, 
A cover worn, with broken spine
It had your names, an autumn date, 
With script inside, a faded time...

Caressed in yellowed tissue, these three from ancient trees
Discarded long ago from russet crowns 
A memory, kept, of time, so keen, 
Of a long ago, brisk autumn day?

Where leaves had fallen so bold and gay, then twirled on down
From breezes that gently made the Sycamores sway
A place you walked and held his hand, and knew forever your love would be
Perhaps beneath those trees you made a plan for me
When winter's chill and stolen years had not yet come 
Where fragrance of fall and new young love was found
From soft carpets of scarlet, red and brown

You chose these three from all the rustling hordes that grew
A tree had finished using them, in remembrance of you 
They were yours for awhile...for your love, perhaps a lover's bed
now....here in my hands they lay....
             They are mine to to keep,  pressed leaves, 
                 To keep for now, close to my heart instead...




Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2009

Details | Free verse |

Unfettered Words

Sometimes, there is, between the lines,
a silence, that trembles with unspoken goodbyes
Expectant and charged, like a theater scene,
in the moments before the curtains rise.

In the dream that I'm in, I am southward bound, 
so I assume it is autumn 
And it resounds through the changing season
with the words never said,  things never did
and with more forgiveness, and threads
of reason and understanding
....

Debris fills the gutters, and shades are drawn
Wild thorn-berries have been picked,
Trees are barren, naked, without a sound
Grief is thick, from the fog that was a cloud
And through limbs of questions never asked, 
each branch has stretched with some neglect
and light of sun, still filters through
holding deep regret

Leaves are adrift, as if disturbed,
littering a speachless sky
Unfettered words we never cried
clamor up against the sky
still pleading to be heard.

Leaves are crushed and swept away,
by a bridled hesitation.

No summer arias have ever been sung,
and words to say have disappeared.
Vaporized and turned to dust
Sunlight dims, and I am thrust
into the void of too many wasted years






______________________________________________
100 In A Row Contest: #18
Sponsor PD

Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |

Leaves talking

As long as I can remember
I have been green and on this branch.
They tell me soon I will become tinged,
Glow bright red,
Burn orange,
Or shine like gold.
I can hardly wait!

And soon after I shall
Embark on that journey
They have been talking about,
And I am a bit scared.
A wind will come, they say,
And rip me away,
Fling me wildly into the air,
Whirl me around in mad dance,
Toss me, smash me,
Lash me
With rain
Before I crash
To the ground
All wet and ripped.

But maybe, some say,
On a quiet sunny day,
A tiny breeze, almost unnoticed,
Will gently pluck me off,
And I shall sail on the air,
Swaying to and fro,
And descend softly
Onto a rustling pile.

September 14, 2016
For contest: Leaves Talking
Sponsor: John lawless
1st place

Copyright © Agnes Krampe | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |

Autumn Enchantment

What autumn has bedecked
with plants, founts and flowers,
in colors of divine radiance
the sun hangs in the fourth sphere,
then comes purple daybreak
beautiful sky brimful with stars,
none can match mi cielo,
the lovely parts of your face!

Your black hair lost in the forest
hands soft and delicate as lilies,
hidden partially beneath your coat
breasts and arms, engirdling your fantasy frame,
stay, elusive shadow of my beloved,
lovely illusion on this soft autumn day
sweet woman for whom I love so sadly,
image of enchantment I love the best...

Today autumn washes gently along the Gulf of Mexico,
I gather cones of pines in yellow baskets,
opening a liter of sparkling red wine,
come mi corazon, in the energy of the Harvest moon glow,
for inside your simple and tender heart
my numb dreams yearn to snuggle up,
just as when the night of autumn starts,
we cuddle like two birds in cozy nests!

Copyright © Ken Carroll | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

Autumn's Breath

 i gather my thoughts
like a squirrel
scurrying to find nuts
as it rustles
through leaves
on crisp lawns

the air is warm
as am i
when wrapped 
in thoughts of you

i can almost feel your touch
press against me
a breath of air
touches there
as autumn breathes
slightly cooler
then you

memories twirl 
in my mind
like these little leaves
as they spiral down

suddenly i am blushed
more than the trees
as i remember 
our first kiss

i look at the branches
slightly quivering in the wind
as did i back then

as i watch the sun fade
slightly redder than i
the ground and trees
mirror her reflection

i marvel at the beauty
and wonder
why does everything
so beautiful have to end
soon these trees
will be stripped of color
stand naked 
in blankets of white

autumn breathes again
somewhat cooler than before
i shiver beneath her touch
and my thoughts fade
with the night...

the scent of autumn fills the air
as i head back home
i can hear the crackle
of fresh burning wood

you await by the fire
your lips reach towards mine
i tremble within
i feel your breath
against my flesh
and i remember
autumn's breath
and blush as i think
perhaps there is beauty
in being naked
beneath blankets of white

Copyright © Sandra Adams | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

Autumn on my page


There is a wind ,  which sketched,
Without my knowledge,  the message;

Autumn had lying words,
On my page.

It was by way of red leaves,
The bird of passage,
Twirling in space,

I followed it of my glance
And its woven loops,
On the canvas of the sky.

I just transcribed,
What the wings,

Supported on the wind,
Said to me.

-
(translated from french )
--

C'est un vent qui traçait,
A mon insu,         le message  ;

L'automne avait couché les mots,
Sur ma page.

C'étaient en guise de feuilles rousses,
L'oiseau de passage,
Virevoltant dans l'espace,

Je l'ai suivi de mon regard,
Et de ses boucles tissées,
Sur la toile du ciel .

J'ai seulement retranscrit,
Ce que les ailes,

Appuyées sur le vent,
M'avaient dit.

Copyright © rene Chabriere | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |

Summer's Fall

Summer’s Fall


Slow bleeding trees stand,
pallbearers to a failing Summer’s
last warm, moist breath.
Cold moon casts shadows into
early darkness, on flowers shivering
in chilling soil.  Thus does Autumn’s
beauty shield us from our pain.


John G. Lawless
9/6/2014
for PD’s One Autumn Night(in just 7 lines) – Poetry Contest 






Copyright © John lawless | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |

Autumn Fire

One can hardly take a breath at all
For brilliance splashed against the wall
has reasoned with a summer's soul
and paints the season with vibrant gold

The brittle breeze as evening falls 
is mixed with smoke from burning piles
of leaves we raked one afternoon
stacked high with colors bold and wild

Smoke whirls up high above the house
Each silent garden laid to rest,
As the close of day leaves nothing left
but crimson skies, and colors red

We can hear the music of the trees,
with rustling sounds, stained red and tan
While wind seeks out the apple tree,
And scents the air with celestial zest

The mighty oak drops acorns, freed,
Brown squirrels have scurried to their nest
They've stored a harvest from the earth,
We'll watch as geese form silhouettes

And when the trees are barren branched,
A world takes rest, to start anew
While autumn prances through the hills,
With stain ablaze in amber hues

The heart is filled with peace of mind, 
As embers warm our home tonight
While weary gather near the flame,
This year at end, we bid adieu

One can hardly take a breath at all
For brilliance splashed against the wall
Has reasoned with a summer's soul
To paint the season edged in gold ......

__________________________________
10/27/16
Contest: Autumn Fire
Sponsor: Mystic Rose

Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |

One Autumn Night

one late night in the grip of a super moon, captivated by the elegance of  
the season in an even slumber with bulbs sleeping on the brink of winter. 
we surrender our senses to the alluring view and feel of this exclusive new.
autumn in its evening gown, its hibernating blooms, its brittle bark and rusted grass
in repose with sleeveless branches against a midnight sky and in a hovering haze. 
wrapped in a multi colored coat of changing leaves and scattered acorns to gather
we walk on air enticed by the flow of a cooling breeze in the warmth of what is we.








Maurice Yvonne
September 6 2014
One Autumn Night (in seven lines)
CONTEST FOR LINDA

Copyright © Maurice Yvonne | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |

Continual Autumn



Quote 2: "Observe the wonders as they occur around you. Don't claim them. Feel the artistry moving through and be silent. ~Rumi ~ Old pages torn from ancient trees with sage remarks upon the breeze break silence, one by one Catch them, hold them, before they flee and listen to the past, unseen for strong roots to lean on
............................... For Nette's Contest: Rimee couee: By Carrie Richards 4/20/12

Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2012

Details | Free verse |

A FINDING

A FINDING

A sudden moon
Splashes gold
On evening clouds
And brightly dusts obscurity

Revealing within
Things    people and places
Too profoundly hidden
To be forgotten

Call it findings
Those sticky stuffs of soul
Have lay alive and twitching
Through wandering years

Vividly clear happenings
Of childhood
Or (now musing) perhaps
Even another life

Such nocturnal painting
Challenges all meaning
And replaces
Current existence

      Like
The crisp night
Lights up! – 
A boy and his dog
On the green

Walking toward their home
In the village
On a most magnificent
Autumn day

Dave Austin

Copyright © daver austin | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |

AUTUMN AT THE HEART

AUTUMN AT THE HEART

She’s a world has gotten drowsy
Evolving face of autumn
Like gold    then scarlet    amber
Like blood from beetle vein

At heart her core lacks action    still
She has this sort of stadium swell
A far and muffled roar on susurrate air
Which brings her round again

Her essence lay at kindred depth
At oneness with the fertile Earth
Where roiling life all seasons sways
She bows to nature’s royal domain

Dave Austin






Copyright © daver austin | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |

Peace Slips Lightly

Peace slips lightly
Over my shoulders
Downy in its softness
Its netting of gossamer
Floats downward
As a willow's branches
Might brush fate
And touch the unknown
I stand with beauty
I hug airiness

Fire in distant trees
Burnished red and gold
Drop their leaves
One by one by one
Spaces fill knowingly
Like a precise jigsaw
Designed by eternity
Its pieces culled from heaven
To create nature's quilt
Trembling, I embrace the birthing
I am one with change

A cacaphony of sounds - 
Caw Caw Caw
Raucous, disturbing, quickening
Tear my thoughts like glass shards
Skyrocketing colors
Shake my newfound presence
I am reminded that
Equanimity's gift is fleeting
As a cardinal's trill
Or the flash of a jay's blueness
I yield to what is


Copyright © Kathleen Kroll | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |

The flower that blooms

In the sunny September morning
He went to find the most beautiful roses
For the girl, he loved the most.

He didn't realize that it was fall
Getting beautiful flowers wasn't possible at all
Still, he tried very hard 

And then with disappointment, he plucked
A bunch of half dried roses and gasped
He went to her house with couple of thoughts.

Hesitatingly, he knocked the door
She opened and found him kneeled down on floor
With the bunch of pale and dried roses. 

He was shocked he thought she would be angry
But she was so happy and in excitement
Her smile was the perfect thing he saw 

He realised that her smile was no less than a flower that glooms
He should never search beauty in the whole world,
When he already has the FLOWER THAT ALWAYS BLOOMS

Copyright © Aarushi pandey | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |

A Zillion Stars

August eighth nineteen thirty-seven her tiny Spirit thus landed on
This distant planet, within a parallel universe her newborne galaxy..
Ancient eyes gazing as yet but another of their own; Celestial's child ?






* ...."Lawana Faye Workman-Sadberry, Born August 8th, 1937, 'Her Beauty,' 
A Journey Unto Love's Stars, May 16th, 2013 * 'I Love You Mom,' Always.... *

Copyright © jl sadberry | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

- Summer's End -



Summer is like bathing naked in honey
Liquid hot gold shiny sweet honey
You feel it like velvet on your skin
It fills you with wonder - sweetness and grace
Dancing in a field of timothy filled with summer scents
A gust of wind that kisses your cheek - it's summer time
Small buds on the trees - a little bird sitting in the tree and singing


Summer day suffocated by autumn crisp and cold breath
Grief catches my deepest spirit but the waves hide my tears
On my palette colors are perfect - red, yellow, orange and brown tones
The trees pray and hope - but someone has to lose for severe storms
My eyes capture the most beautiful moments
Autumn dress in beautiful colors dancing and ripples in the wind
Withered autumn leaf - no small bird sitting in the tree and singing






- A-L Andresen :) 30.08.2014
Copyright © All Rights Reserved 



Contest Name:Summer's End 
Sponsor:Kelly Deschler



- Thanks for my 1st place in the contest - :)

Copyright © Sunshine Smile | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |

HARVEST TIME FOR NATURE ONLY CONTEST

Blue sky, glorious golden sunshine Elements every farmer needs. With crops rippling in the breeze Combine harvesters whirl into action See them steadfastly snaking along the fields I can hear their dull drone from morning to night Farmhands work tirelessly to gather the harvest Making hay whilst the sun shines Every second of the day is so precious Until the final rays of the red sunset fade Only then the farmer leaves and can rest Harvest moon rapidly rises Silhouetted in the majestic oak tree A barn owl roosts silently in the quiet of night Nature Poem – Sponsor Shadow Hamilton 08~02~15

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |

DECLARATIONS OF A SOCIAL SCIENTIST

DECLARATIONS OF A SOCIAL SCIENTIST Indeed, I am that Poet and know it. Just in transition to a more enriched poetry form. I want to talk about life, politics, and religion. Maybe not simultaneously but how I am feeling today. I tell you life isn't a bowl of cherries. I am not harvesting berries. I live a vivacious existence. I nature walk and take beautiful pictures. I thrive in my leisure time. Even more so, I work until my mind unwinds. I am just a thrill seeker but not an extremist. I am an illustration of wellbeing. In fact, I am striving for better physical dexterity. In all, my body desires more agility. To eradicate the clumsiness, My ability to monitor my own quickness is propensity depleted. My mind, body, and spirit have superseded. Oh, I am told that it is all right to be big headed. Of course, gloating is good for your inner being. Dwindling is not something I will let occur. I am the booster of morale. Be assured that I am there for others who seek a physiological mental form. Do I appear to be titivated? I am what I have stated. Doubtlessly, there will be jealousy. Without doubt, they will envy me. Undoubtedly, this will not hinder. I have overcome obstacles since the being of my existence. Liberated from birth via a nation of government, I am free. I can wave my hand and be seen. I can stand up for what is right. I can ignite the political fire. I can educate my mind to genius. I can defeat enmity. Negativity may come but I disallow it to be a formula. I am abreast. |_____________________________________| Penned on October 31, 2014!

Copyright © Verlena S. Walker | Year Posted 2014

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Endings and Beginnings

Endings or beginnings, there's reason for change circling around me, are seasons, rearranged As we say farewell to our place in the sun Goodbye to our cove on the beach and the fun, but hello to the chores, and sweeping leaves by the door With the first icy fingers , hoar frost on the windows, we'll attack and will stack all the chairs in the garage. We'll put back barbecues, while the rake, and the hoe, are in charge of our life, till that last leaf is gone Take a cue, shortening days, and the color of dawn Dew on the lawn, wet days, and light snow, tell us that nature, abundant with harvest,.. grows and is bringing a new brilliant show. Blossoms are fading, and gold leaves are falling The acorns are dropping and bouncing like rain A north wind is brewing with clouds on the horizon promising raindrops. Jack Frost on the sill! Now is time when the year curves around, for, summer is fading, soon, and winter will fall Daylight is shrinking, with more time for thinking of pencils, and school-books and buses in yellow Horizons are purple, with brilliance that sizzles blazing the hillside, while aspens are shivering. The whole world is spread with a bright golden band shouting with color, while painting our land. Sun ripened trees, are stirred in the breeze The scent of ripe apples alive in the trees Popcorn and football, and nights at the movies Endings, beginnings, let's give them a whirl... Time for reflection, all's right with the world !
______________________________________________________ For Contest: "Seasonal" Sponsored by Shadow Hamilton 9/20/15

Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2015






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