Lyric Autumn Poems

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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,' 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. Inspired by the Aster flower named Blue Autumn For the '8 Lines Of Beauty - Lyric' Poetry Contest of Rick Parise

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2010

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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.

Copyright © Isaiah Zerbst | Year Posted 2013

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Sing to me ... raindrops of autumn
Not a sad song that makes me cry

Watching the leaves dancing in the wind
A new painting, my senses changes
Autumn is a fantastic season
Colors of fire: red, yellow and orange in flames

Sing to me ... raindrops of autumn
Not a sad song that makes me cry

The drops on the window make a rhythmic drum sound
Enjoy your own harmony and inner happiness
Autumn's breath is spontaneous as a lyrical ballad
Of present joy, from this colorful earth

Sing to me ... raindrops of autumn
Not a sad song that makes me cry

Create the light on your own heaven ... ripples in water
Perhaps life is about learning to dance in the rain of autumn
Sing to me ... raindrops of autumn
I'm going out
Join me

Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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Copyright © Sunshine Smile | Year Posted 2017

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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.

Copyright © Kristopher Higgs | Year Posted 2012

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The beach gathers its dead. Thousands of horseshoe crabs
come home on the full moon’s tide. Their courting dances, 
scrawled with claw and carapace in the wet sand, leave
with the ghost hands of nursing Autumn wave.

Their nests of jewel-colored eggs, covered and soothed
seasoned in salt sea, gestate beneath a slurry of debris.
Right side up each skin colored husk with its barbed tail
rocks in the bubbling broth of Cape Cod’s bay.

Belly up, they appear as an open invitation to the plovers
who flock overhead and arrow down en masse to dine.
Piping plovers, masked in black, hopscotch through the
detritus, connoisseurs of this turquois egg-like caviar.

Among the life and death of sea we walk, barefoot, and 
cautious wary of the scramble, the jutting barbs, the bits
of un-soothed glass, the desecrated cairn which barricades
the dying life from the living sea.  

Published First in Sounding Review 2015

Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2016

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As the world 
closes in on us
   our eyes 
    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 
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

Copyright © Matthew Anish | Year Posted 2010

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Everything that's real passes me by
Cause I live on a sheet of paper
I could leave it anytime I want
Convincing myself there's always later

Writing about lives I've never lived
Scares me how I act beyond my age
As I'm fading into the background
Becoming a character on a page

In a fibrous bed
Is where I lay my head
The ink stains my clothes
Watch as I, decompose

I'm too young to think this way
I should live and feel everyday
Always goes back to the pen with me
Real life doesn't phase me and honestly
At times I prefer my paper world
Falling in love with artificial girls
Words can't break your heart, their with you from the start
Ink flows in my veins, to me it's just a game
I'm too young to think this way
Am I far too gone to be saved?

Just one marvelous frame in this world
My beauty is like the autumn leaves
Pretty to see, don't you know I'm dead?
Enshrouded by a blanket of make belief

Instead of trains I played with pencils
Literature in my box of toys
At 6 I held my books in wonder
Desire to intrigue, though I'm just a boy

I tire of real things
Pen holds my puppet strings
I have had enough
Poetry is my love

I'm too young to think this way
I should live and feel everyday
Always goes back to the pen with me
It's where I go to breathe and honestly
At times I prefer my paper world
Falling in love with artificial girls
Words can't break your heart, their with you from the start
Ink flows in my veins, to me it's just a game
I'm too young to think this way
Am I far too gone to be saved?

With enormous zeal
I burn oil by the desk
Drifting, fading, I
Become a child less and less

It's how I escape
This cold and earthly shell
Is it really me
You're talking to, can you tell?

Would you remember me like a good book?
At times I wish you would
See me as a work of art, a wondrous look
I really don't think you could

Instead of a box beneath the ground
I'm a mere mortal striving to astound
Put me on a shelf and put me in your head
Bits and pieces of me to look at when I'm dead

Would you remember me like a good book?
At times I wish you would...

Entered  into the contest
"How Poetry Has become You"
Hosted by Michael J. Falotico

Copyright © Timothy Hicks | Year Posted 2013

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        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.

Copyright © Dan blake | Year Posted 2007

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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 

Copyright © Eileen R. Kelly | Year Posted 2007

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Summertime…they say the livin’ is easy,                                                
Flowers growin’ and the sun’s sittin’ high.                                    
They say your Daddy’s rich and your Momma’s so good lookin’;               
So hush now pretty baby…there's no reason to cry. 

One of these days, you’re gonna rise up smilin’.
Take a look around and think you’ve got it all.
You’ll have your Momma’s looks, all your Daddy’s money,
And all the boys in town at your beck and call.

Summertime…Yes, the livin’ is so easy,
Laughin’, singin’, havin’ so much fun.
No time to stop and think about your future
And what life will bring when Summer’s done.

‘Cause Summertime, it don’t last forever.
Breezes cool and the leaves begin to fall;
And in your quiet moments, you'll sit and wonder
How you came so far, but have no love at all.

Summertime....They said the livin’ was easy; 
Ain’t it sad how fast the good times fly; 
And now, your Momma’s looks and all your Daddy’s money
Another sweet, warm Summer’s day they cannot buy. 

Copyright © Robert Candler | Year Posted 2014

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These past few days it seems 
you visit more my dreams
of springtime love, 
yet I feel the cold inside my skin
I reach out to you, 
but wake up to a new
dawn of another day without you.

The autumn air seeps through 
the warmest sight in view
I shiver then, 
I go back to those days again.
Do you think the same, 
of frolics in the rain?
Sweet memories will always haunt me.

Will I have one more glimpse of you
before our time trickles down our last sinew.

Wishes still do come true, 
now I’m in front of you
We’re still both young, bolder, 
more self-assured this time.
Vague at the back of my mind, 
gasping, I push the thought aside.
You’ve come to visit in my dreams.

Wishes still do come true, 
now I’m in front of you
We’re still both young, bolder, 
more self-assured this time.
Vague at the back of my mind, 
gasping, I push the thought aside.
You’ve come to visit in my dreams.
You’ve come to visit in my dreams.

** It should be sung to the melody of the song:

Sponsor: James Rogers
23 August 2015
image credit: Stafford Lakay

Copyright © KP Nunez | Year Posted 2015

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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

Copyright © Charmaine Chircop | Year Posted 2012

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                             The Apple PASTURE

Oh how I long
To drift into the apple pasture.
Were once was and all well meet.
A pure and dear site.
Where silver reflection cover the still waters that holds the golden
grains of morality and the grazing souls lie young amounce no stars.
Oh how I long
To drift into the apple pasture
Were winds smell of melon and the trees whisper spring corals in the mellow dark and best of light and time creeps into no tomorrow.


Copyright © JAY JOHNSON | Year Posted 2011

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The falling leaves
drift by our window
in autumn days, we now behold
We spend our time 
with autumn flowers
and dry crisp leaves 
of red and gold

Since we left our spring 
the days grow short
and soon we'll hear old winter's song
But we'll miss the golden years of autumn
when winter snow comes along

From spring to fall 
we both did follow
our youthful joys of long ago
and now with days 
when leaves are falling
we face the time 
of winter snow

Autumn days are short
and yet we know
a song of love for us still plays
Though we'll miss the golden years of autumn
our love will warm our winter days

Sandra M. Haight

~3rd Place~
Contest: Write Me A Song
Sponsor: John Hamilton
Judged: 10/12/2016

~2nd Place~
Contest: Gren's Evergreens (Golden Oldies)#2
Sponsor: Teppo Gren
Judged: 05/22/2016

I used the same Lyric form, number of syllables and meter 
as in the original lyrics displayed on the site as only two stanzas 
(but I doubled the stanzas to four in my poem).
"Autumn Leaves by Natalie Cole"

Lyrics printed on site:

The falling leaves 
drift by the window
The autumn leaves of red and gold
I see your lips, 
the summer kisses
The sun-burned hands
I used to hold

Since you went away
the days grow long
And soon I'll hear old winter's song
But I miss you most of all my darling
When autumn leaves start to fall

Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2016

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She moved her eyes around...twirled her curly hair
And moved me playfully around her waistline
She is a beautiful art of Leonardo da Vinci and a twig of jasmine flowers
Extracting the colors from bangles...she smeared red color to her cheeks
She flipped me into the air like a kite tied to a ribbon
She is a girl with beautiful eyes and attractive like a old monk rum
With her ruby like lips...she made me fall in love
She won over me in a battle without using swords
She danced gracefully on my heart
Looking at her dance...I let go of my sleep
Drying the clothes on the terrace...humming gently...she sang a song
That is making my little heart overwhelmed with joy
Handing me a cup of her fingers touched me
Like a current cable...she has flared up a mild voltage in me
Adding flavors to my dreams...she is looking at me with love
She pinned a strand of thread that joins the flowers together in to my heart
She captivated me in the border of her saree
She wishes me early in the morning and comes to my dreams at night
Where ever I go I keep thinking about her
She pushed me into a world of illusion
Closing the doors...she threw away the key
She took my heart till the silver lining of the clouds
And silently pushed aside the ladder
She enclosed my heart tightly in her palms
Like a fragrant breeze her beauty breathed life into me
She has imprinted many sweet conversations into my thoughts
She placed the goggles of love over my eyes
She is a princess of Akkadian kingdom...the one who raised desires in me
Decking me in her pearl necklace...she adorned her neck

Copyright © Ankur Mazumder | Year Posted 2016

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I lie awake in my bed
Staring at the spring stars above my head
I can't take me to sleep
I've been feeling so nostalgic
I've been missing all your magic
and what they do to me

I let the autumn rain drench my body
It's no use admiring the raindrops on my feet
I've been missing your smile that is oh-so sweet

How many seasons must I have to wait
When will you come back to me, oh, I feel so sick
I feel like a small child waiting, dreaming, wishing
When will I see you again

Winter wind has me curling under your favorite quilt
You got me melting even with your scent
I've been listening to our kind of love song
This is the one we both used to sing along

Summer lights up the sky
It doesn't soothe me and i wonder why
I don't need a therapy
Just bring it back, the you and me

How many seasons must I have to wait
When will you come back to me, oh, I feel so sick
I feel like a small child waiting, dreaming, wishing
When will I see you again

How many seasons must I have to wait
Must I believe that what we have is fate
How many more monsoons have yet to pass
How many miles more before this would last

Come home to me, Come home to me
Don't think about it and just come home
Come home to me

Copyright © gracel almada | Year Posted 2012

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Written February 24, 2012

One too many times
Our love has been unkind
To the rigors and chills of the snow
The streets they meet
Intersecting the heat
But the cold will blow without heed

To rekindle the flame
Must sound quite insane
But it's all I have left in this world
Yet to feed from the hand
Of another's demands
Could lead to the start of the fall

Ride the wind
Wherever it goes
Don't ask it questions
You don't want to know
The wind will carry you home

Copyright © Brandon Carter | Year Posted 2013

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frantic talent
among willow  shadows
capsized boats
in trawls meshes
the spiders spinning brocades

lights at the window
someone waiting for us
an ardent desire floating in the air
set free
the moon soal wandering

a cock
sifting the stars with kikeriki
in the lake full of waterlilies
waves of silvery clouds putting out the night lantern
slowly the dawn caressing the forehead

under the feather sole
bridges lines
can be seen
far away beings coming nearer through
their hearts accord strikes

deepening disappearing
in a continuous back and forth
a wind shaking the white chrysanthemums
the cottages hats appearing from the fog

though it is hot
autumn stitch
shaking the nut trees
the fisherman’s wife is alone
all over baked apples steam

unhealed wounds
weeps towards the murky sky
at the poor’s gate
there is an icons painter
getting a bowl of food

with the love colours
the trees and sky are painted
my friend
I give you a tear
of its light

( translated by Margareta Mioc)

Copyright © Anisoara Iordache | Year Posted 2014

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Oh summer sun’s dusk, the last of its kind!
Now season to tame the bloom that was wild,
Dyed leaves in the air and their rushing sound,
Go dance in the wind like flares in the ground,

This time it’s his time to wither and die,
This Tree that stood straight front my window by,
Those summers and springs while all looked up high,
It hinders my sight- see Venus in sky,

But now it’s his time to wither and die,
This tree that stood straight front my window by,
Now I am among that can cherish her,
Gone in my perspective- all the Tree’s blur,

I saw her meet the leafy winds of fall,
And through the cold her grace and beauty crawl,
This winter and fall we all looked up high,
At last so I see, I see her in sky!

But this spring had sprung along with its bloom,
The tokens of past are the guilt and gloom,
Rise in its remains front my window by,
Hence there I had gazed my loss as I cry,

“In the humid air as drenched earth below,
Down to his shade where there I was spared so,
And back the days where my peace was at stake,
The anger I shared- these all for my sake,”

For those where his deeds whom I had seen least,
They all were unveiled as now he’s deceased,
So here I see forth- winter! Oh its grief!
Dyed are in the air; last sun’s gloomy leaf,

Shame! Fool, I was fooled. Sweet lies in her hands,
Thus so I’m to look his corpse where this stands…
Front my window by. Radiates those good nights,
I send my rejects to all her invites!


Copyright © Karlo De Leon | Year Posted 2010

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Remember the time that we used to see,
All the things that we thought we could be,
The dreams which once felt too bright,
Yet the sun came without the light,
The winter rain,
Falling from the heaven,
Wished the time to seize,
When we were eleven,
The age we barely know,
 Yet we feel it in the winter snow,
The moments keep flashing in front of me,
Because I know it’s not the place I want to be,
Rather a place I thought I’d like,
Yet the pain was unbearable the first time it strike,
The moon too is hiding from its shadow,
Like a bird alone singing in the meadow,
With no one noticing,
No one hearing,
But living in the world which has lost its caring,
Saw a boy playing with stones,
He must be five or seven,
Then I thought of us being eleven,
No worry for tomorrow,
No Brocken hearts,
No falling in love,
No failing charts,
Then came a voice,
Screaming from the sky,
‘Life’s hard, life’s dumb, but at the end it all die’,
Childhood is the place I want to be,
It’s the simple truth,
That no one see,
People act so wise,
They pretend what they can never be,
Yet I want to go back when I was eleven,
And spend some time,
Living in the world,
Which is thousand miles away,
Because there’s no way,
I could stay,
Ladder on ladder,
Step by step,
When we were in prep,
The rain came without the clouds,
I wondered a lot how that could be,
With all the things bestowed upon me,
Yet I want to be eleven again,
Wish I could walk again to that lane,
Lane which was so simple to cross,
Now it’s difficult,
It can’t be decided with a toss,
I remember that time,
That we used to see,
All those places that we want to be,
Those toffee cravings,
Those toys rack,
Those fantasies,
I wish,
To them I could go back.

Copyright © Manya Saxena | Year Posted 2015

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She slowly grew on him, surrounding his body with brown mold and green moss.

He can’t escape her detachment, her selfless embrace. Her love is only needed from one time to another, like one plant from another, growing and then dying.

And what was that he hoped for but could never find while he was alive?
Some type of love with attachment? She broke him moistly and slowly, piece by piece, while his body sunk deeper into her wet body as the sun and rain touched him.

Right before he died he heard the voice of her, “Shhh, my child, who thinks so highly of himself.”
“You come into me, and I will use you as you are needed! Broken, back into my body, back under my streams of water, back into the cold, soft soil, back where you were born.
You will be used as food for my small creatures. You will be used to fertilize the gardens of my skin.
The tulips in autumn, the dandelions in spring, they all wait to rise and see the rays of the sun just as you did.”

Copyright © JG FINCH | Year Posted 2017

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                           This is a song by Rascal Flatts that I have requested to
                                be played at my funeral in the very near future.

It must have been in a place so dark,you couldn't see the light,
reaching for you through that stormy cloud.Now here we are gathered
in our little home town,this can't be the way you meant to draw a crowd.

(chorus) Oh why,that's what I keep asking,was there anything I could have
              said or done.Oh I had no clue you were masking,a troubled soul,
              GOD only knows,what went wrong,and why you would leave the
              stage in the middle of a song.                                                           

Now in my mind I keep you frozen as a seventeen year old,rounding third 
to score the winning run.You always played with passion no matter what 
the game,when you took the stage you shinned just like the sun.


Now the oak trees are swaying in the early autumn breeze,a bolt of sun is
shinning on my face.The tangled thoughts I hear,a mockingbird sings,this 
world really ain't that bad a place.

               Oh why,there's no comprehending,but who am I to try to judge
               or explain.Oh but I do have one burning question?Who told you
               life,wasn't worth the fight,they were wrong,they lied,now your
               gone,and we cried,cause it's not like you to walk away in the 
               middle of a song.Your beautiful song.

                                                                          Song by Rascal Flatts

Copyright © Colleen Bono | Year Posted 2013

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Written August 29, 2013

She could have had my son
As we'd spell our names as one
On scattered ocean shores
Beneath that Indian sun

I loved my ma
And I loved her well
I loved my pa
And that musty smell

I hope to see them some day soon
I hope to see them smiling too
This Earth they left a bit too soon
Much thanks unto the scarlet moon

Some day well all be joined as one
Under scarlet moons and Indian suns

I love my family
How I miss this feeling
Of constant embrace
Awaiting at my feet

So come and pray for rain
To wash away our pain
Before the winter stains
What autumn left to drain

I hope to see them some day soon
I hope to see them smiling too
This Earth they left a bit too soon
Much thanks unto the scarlet moon

Some day well all be joined as one
Under scarlet moons and Indian suns

Copyright © Brandon Carter | Year Posted 2013

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Don't sit inside and wear a frown,
go outside see what is found.
Gaurenteed you won't be bored,
the four seasons will be adored.
Winter for Christmas, Spring brings flowers,
all that grows loves warm showers.
Summer we swim and get lean,
fall brings a Boo on Halloween.
No matter what time of the year,
the four seasons are enjoying and dear.
So Winter, Spring, Summer and Fall,
these great seasons complete all.

Copyright © Diane Pennestri | Year Posted 2016

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Did I ever think that distance
would have made me forget 
everything that love meant? 
Every passionate kiss
I gave you to delight your eager lips,
stayed on the mysterious lagoon
shining under the September moon
that crossed the starry universe!

No heart can be truly happy
letting go of every memory
that clung to yesterday,
what can make it stay?
When sleepless nights seem longer than days,
love should always remain true through absence! 

I have tried to share it with another,
but it didn't feel the same or better;
the vision of your happy smile
carried me to a distant time...
when happiness made us feel fine,
breathing in the scent of pines,
walking on paths covered with roses! 

Each thought and mile that separates us
is a reality that can only bring fright: 
when we feel terribly blue and seem lost...
with no hands to hold and no lips to kiss at night,
but love should always remain true through absence,
and if desire ends, passion will leave the lonely heart!  




Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2014

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Fields with corn erect in shock,
Few unpicked ears yet dangle.
A signal to soon set back the clock,
Wind caroms from a nor-west angle.

Leaves of gold crunch neath my feet,
My joints scream, "Old Jack Frost is nigh"!
I unwittingly question this October treat,
Whether for my head only, and if so, why?

Pumpkins remain randomly spaced,
As dollops of  orange paint on this fall day.
By a flick of God's brush they appear placed,
From the sky above of dapple-gray.

This yearly picture always gives me pause,
For reflection on life, and God above;
That He would give His Son with cause,
The price for my sin was paid through love.

Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2012

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                                          Journey's End by Shane Cogan (September 2013)

Silently we stood tall
The sun’s dawn chill on our backs
We gathered our last few belongings
The grey skies swirled over us
Onwards and upwards we walked
Little to do, we merely talked
Oh, the endless array of colours
Oh, the senseless decay of society 

The autumn countryside air fed us
Fresh golden crisp sounds under our feet, our hooting horn
Azure skies shone now, the greyness vanished
Reaching up high, seeking solace…we moved on
Teaching us it was, freaking us out…we moved on
But there is no escape ever for a nomad
A wanderer: she pondered…and I squandered
Oh, there it was again
Oh, the planet we sought

I breathed in the warm dusk air
She breathed in the moonlit sky
Ravens swarmed over us, creating one dark cloud
Bats vibrated, as feeding time commenced
Harvest gatherers signalled night time
A lonely police siren echoed sleep time 
Then we both felt its glaze upon our faces
It stole our smile
It sapped our energy
Oh, we could not move
Oh, yet only approve

Resting, we had no choice but too stargaze
We shifted our tired bodies
We emptied our final belongings
The crystal full moon had hypnotised us
The sun’s distant tale had teased us
The endless blanket of stars now warmed us 

An epic sky tale of foe and friend had begun
We gazed. We starred. We dreamed
Nothing could have prepared us
Nothing had been written about its glory
Indigo colours encircled its core
Hazy lights acted as a sky highway
Interlinked, interconnected, intergalactic
First our planet, then their planet
We gave way, we gave in
Our journey at an end
A new one to begin
We had found our planet
Our people
Our nature
We smiled 
We blinked
We spoke
We said: Welcome home

                                               For the EPIC (OLD/NEW) Poem contest 

Copyright © Shane Cogan | Year Posted 2013

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It starts with the citrine hills And flows free to the valleys edge With sweet tendrils of light entwining Autumn's story of fiery glory unveiled To watch day by day Shifting colors entwine A soft memory of summer Through moments of light I climb through gold windows Through shawdows alive To burn with orange fire On Autumn's first flight _________________________________

Copyright © Rick Parise | Year Posted 2016

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Hello, hello, hello!

Autumn has arrived! 

The pleasures were in August,

Light grief – in September.

Yellow, red, bronze leaves

are turned, fly as in old times.

October has mixed sad and cheerful thoughts and memories. 

There is bad weather in November, 

We do not believe that summer has occurred!

Autumn hurries up to leave us and 

arrive at her distant house.

My dear friend!

Where you? How you? With whom you?

Were you saved from a disaster?

Snow – rainy porridge

will wash all traces of summer.

In the late autumn, hello!

The sun, like a dog in a kennel.

The pleasures were in August,

Misfortunes and a shower of poems in November.

Copyright © Dina Televitskaya | Year Posted 2007

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Our sun is weak
In efforts to fill up our sky today
It’s bleak, a softness of gray marches in
Blanketing our forecast
Mild autumn, cool breeze	
Peaceful, rolling low
Dead leaves sweeping around
New pavement cracking ground
An acoustic dance they tap
Out comes a rustling beat
Chasing one another gracefully
Down our city streets
Boisterous hoards of vehicles
Slither and hiss
Creeping their way through
Our city grid
Every so often
Muscular trumpet engines, become outdone

Let’s revert to a momentary handsome jungle scene
Watch and listen with care
As we relish an obtuse family of king elephant’s, trembling 
Warring a melancholy parade
Through mothers natural bad lands
Hammering earths ground 
With their massive bone crunching feet
Wake up; shake off your visionary nod
Back to the sounds, back to the sights
Back to our tender autumn city nights

A Bass filled honorable horn
Explodes and stretches
Out from an engine train
Vividly flexible slithering through our city
Bouncing off buildings, rolling down alleys
Sliding down rooftops, through slivered windows
Into our homes
As I sit back and observe
This miraculous painting
Of a finely stroked autumn day
I fall in love with the sights and sounds
Which bark and cruise upon her canvas spread
Graceful or not
Beautiful and ugly
Spills or mishaps
O thou spices of our lives
Beauty has been splashed
Upon this land, mighty grand
Even to a family of three or four
So small a note
To the makeup of her….masterpiece composer
Are we grateful? Are we selfish full of lingering lust?
A low storm hungry,
Rolling over grand mountains
Nearly black, pushing east
A shimmering assault of rain shall be released
Once her sky opens up
Like soldiers Para jumping
From a gang of war planes
I render it’s still a bit to warm
For a christening of our seasons first snow
I guess…… you never know
The wildness that can bleed out of our autumn city streets
As we plant future angelic seeds

Copyright © Adam Bartz | Year Posted 2011