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Details | Verse |
Breathtaking
    poetic passions,
         lavender skies
             in the gloaming.

The lure of lavender
     reflections,
          the heavens are open.
                Suddenly,
                       crystal rain.

What
    a divine cascade~
         romantic waters,
             dazzling
                  bodies of light
                       starbright!

Tranquility
     on becoming enlightened.
          Autumn's breeze~
               windsongs~
                     Luna's light...

Oh my love
      it is quiet tonight,
            hold me
                  under the stars.

A glimpse of heaven,
      a place of enchantment,
           anima mystique~
                always you.

Oh poet,
     behind closed eyes,
           my soul belongs to you.

You are so beautiful
     amour,
          many lifetimes
                in the shadows.

The wonders of love,
      divine inspiration
           under the stars.

Seasonal dance
     tonight.


12-13-17 

Copyright © Connie Marcum Wong | Year Posted 2017




Details | Quatrain |
An ancient river, centuries-old shops and restaurants steeped in a 2000-year history and 
culture set the scene. The ambiance seemed divinely contrived to facilitate the purposes of 
our meeting and the very fodder from which the greatest poets are sustained.
Not newcomers to the area, Kay P. and I were assigned to the Army Security Agency Field 
Station in Augsburg, Germany in 1974. We were colleagues in the intelligence community 
with no romantic overtures to our relationship, save an appreciation of poetry and profound 
philosophical discussions. Kay wanted to spend the evening with a poet, so we planned the 
evening to be appropriate for the purpose. 
At the time and place, we quickly found ourselves hopelessly immersed in the philosophical 
foundations of my writings throughout the evening. It was the first time since Vietnam that 
I'd felt worthy as a person. I still recall sipping the red wine and feeling the warmth of the 
large hearth inside the Balkan eatery. I still see the swans gliding by on the Lech flowing by 
our café.

When windowpanes begin to weep with autumn's chilly dew, I'm taken back through seasons passed to one delight held true, A rendezvous that time allowed, a gentle evening spent Amid a time of long discord when days were dreary bent. I feel the stretch upon my lips, the smile returns once more. Again, I smell the Balkan fare prepared on Lech's old shore, The mood is cast in high regard, the wine is tart and dry, As Augsburg ripples in the wake when swans go gliding by. The ancient windows frame our view and day begins to wane As rivulets meander down and streak the dampened panes. The ambiance of ages passed beseeched us not to leave And held us in its warm embrace throughout the ebbing eve. My heart was scarred, without regard and hardened by the war But her esteem unveiled its worth, while nothing had before. She saw the child that once was me, I'd long since cast aside, And bade he climb astride his mount, engage his life and ride. Now, she is but a memory, whose kindness soothed my heart, For we embarked upon our lives on paths ordained to part. Her subtle way escaped my eye till time had made it clear That her esteem had set me free, that night I hold so dear. The poetry that filled my soul remains these many years, Impassioned in my warmest thoughts when autumn first appears, When windowpanes begin to weep, a-glisten with the dew, And I return to seasons passed, to one delight held true.

Copyright © Jim Fish | Year Posted 2009

Details | Limerick |
September lovely September
Immerse us in colorful splendor
The next thirty days
Please thrill and amaze
With beauty we'll always remember

September lovely September
Embrace Mother Nature so tender
She may blush bright red
Turning down flower beds
While summer honorably surrenders

September lovely September
Full moon of harvest you'll render
Though lovers may stare
And dreamers may dare
You'll always be autumn's defender
 

   original poem by Daniel Turner

Copyright © Daniel Turner | Year Posted 2016




Details | Rhyme |
AUTUMN BREEZE

When the magic is gone
	and all the stars have fallen,
do I just sit and wait for my final calling?

Is there still something
	to do, out there, for me?
If not before, then when comes destiny?

Ashes tossed, will I be known
	as husband, father, son?
Can I leave this plane with things undone?

Fair poetry I weave
	but words are falling leaves
and my soul detects an autumn breeze.

Copyright © Phil Capitano | Year Posted 2016

Details | Verse |
As the wind ripped the leaves from the trees
I thought of you
As I stood there like those trees
Stripped of all their glory
Their only crime
Giving birth to beauty

I watched them fall
All those brilliant leaves
And knew you could never stop
Poetry in motion.

THIS POEM IS NOT FOR ANY CONTEST

Written:  September 14, 2014
Author: Elaine George

Copyright © Elaine George | Year Posted 2014

Details | Light Poetry |
The last leaf
Clinging to hopes of times past
Summers warm breezes
Humid days and cool nights
Summer time recollections
Rain or shine
The last leaf
Living on borrowed time

The tree is barren
The autumn wars have ended
The winds of winter have won the battle
All the leaves have fallen
Dead to the ground
Except for one soul left
Standing guard alone and proud

Sadness haunts his lonely soul
This leaf has no where else to go
He knows destiny is in the ground
He valiantly holds to branches bare
Clinging on to his despair
Living on borrowed time

White winds of winters death
Slowly slaughter all that’s left
The lonely leaf can cling no more
Falling so softly along a rivers shore
Where a single white rose splendidly sits
Knowing soon its grave will be
A winter’s snow drift

The leaf falls upon the rose
Entwined in natures dance of death
They each shall kiss each others skin
They hold hands bracing for winters winds
They die together, both in irony
So old and alone, they died in harmony

Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2014

Details | Prose Poetry |

Wind so cold.
Blowing.
Fondles my face.
Tickling.
The tears from heaven.
Pouring. 
Tapping. 
Dancing.
Unrelenting.
I wonder if i wish
    to stop them
From numbness,
    to waking,
          then sensing.

The little voice in me says,
Wait, don't go.
Stay a little longer. I plead.
Sing for me today, rain.
With the gliding rhythm on my piano,
                                                  I'll play.
Chilly Wind, caress my bare skin 
     with the pure coldness that you bring.
Unusual,
     like it's my first time in the snow.
Somehow, 
     the fire tree never fades in the picture.
The yellow sunkissed leaves, too.
What is it about Summer and Fall
    that I can't forget?
Memories. Sweet imaginations.

The chilly rain. The misty wind.
You are here. 
Freeze me with the sharp coldness you give.
Calm me. Maybe, comfort me.
And, if you leave
Will you visit me when summertime comes?
Before it gets too late
   And again I fold.


Copyright © Wendy Meyer | Year Posted 2013

Details | Prose Poetry |
 
Thoughts of " Autumn " and her " off Spring" 
Seasons change as do people...
Her name is Autumn...
She quietly puts her mark the on Season ….
Yet no one sees her there..
She has a certain presence, still …
and her perfume fills the air..
Yet no one speaks to her…
Her colors are not light, but bright…
reds, yellows and orange, quite a sight…
But even though , she’s more than that…
No one approaches, some don’t seem to care..
So she quietly leaves ...before all the trees are bare...

Copyright © kj force | Year Posted 2013

Details | Light Poetry |
With the dawning of the day
like a fertile vine
which creeps amidst
the purple hue
of Tuscan fields
I yield my fruit
Before first autumn rain
I wait for you
Starved like a harvest moon
you come to me
Silk honey of dusk
A shadow,descending
in the cradle of my arms
feeding nectar from my lips
repeaning my soul
with  blazing fire
amuzing my solitude
On scarlet foliage-your kiss
In sleep your breath within me
~Dolce Vino~
Your fingers on my neck's nape
~Viola in concerto~

In sleep,once again in sleep
where eyelids close
to the bliss  of twilight dew
I see you

Dedicated to a great dad to our newborn...my husband

Copyright © Charmaine Chircop | Year Posted 2012

Details | Free verse |
Arrête

Écoutez l'oiseau qui n'est pas là
sentez le vent danser avec les branches des arbres
nues comme elle embrassent la lune
Touchez le ciel avec une larme

Bientôt
comme l'oiseau
qui n'est pas là
Moi aussi
Je n'existerai plus


Translation

Listen the bird who is not there
feel the wind dance with the tree branches
naked as they kiss the moon
Touch the sky with a tear

Soon
like the bird
who is not there
I too
shall exist no more

Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2017

Details | Light Poetry |
 



Towards a new season
Changes in silence
from summer to autumn
Earth's new costume
The light is falling
Cold nights
The fields with, 
white blanket of frost
As glass crystals flash
Ripe fruits and vegetables
Blushing cheeks
Small children hands
Making jams,
apple cake
and some wine
Autumn in fire
the apples are harvested
They give us
a juicy taste
of the summer












08.10.2017
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved

Copyright © Sunshine Smile | Year Posted 2017

Details | Light Poetry |
            

              Scrumptious sight of prairies and grass
       Ardent beaming of flower buds and buzzing bees
         Leafless coils, branches of trees become alive
          Hastening! Arousing everyone's joy and vive
             Everyone happy on cheerful springtime!

             A cotillion trips and chirps of jolly birds
         From some distance, I have started to heard
         Fantastic shun and kisses of pretty butterflies
       Tempting all species of flora and fauna to thrive
        Welcoming, beckoning the heat of summertime!

         First crisp of breeze, creating dew in morning
Canopy of red and orange leaves from branches, enchanting!
      Turning the world into a canvass of nature's brush
  Unnoticeable, such romantic dash making anyone blush
  Revel, embrace the sweet amorous season of autumn!

                 Solid chilling raindrops of snowflakes
                Giving warning: careful during breaks
            Covering branches, bringing icy cold aches
                Yet, skiing an exhilarating cool escape
             Delight in the coolness ambiance of winter!

                                         BY
                                    olive_eloi
                                     2:22 pm
                                   02/26/2014

CONTEST: MEMORIES ON BRANCHES
SPONSOR: GAIL ANGEL DOYLE
4TH PLACE

Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo | Year Posted 2014

Details | Prose Poetry |
Mellow autumn….how refreshing!
Draw nigh that my soul may find delight 
In the vibrant hues of red and gold
The long walks in cool brisk air 
Watching the wild geese fly south  
In quiet solitude, latent dreams resurrect 
They haunt my fragrant reverie
As I walk a familiar path, down these steps of stone,
That lead me to “my place” by the sea!
Where the cries of hungry seagulls resound
As they squabble over a miniscule meal, 
Wild surf crash into boulders-twin, standing in its midst 
Nonchalantly, I toss my loafers aside, 
“Where are you today, Sir Knight?”, I inquire aloud
“I can not find you in this mist!”  
“One moment you are here inside my thoughts
The instant  I turn, then you are gone!”  
Like ocean spray, refreshing, you then vanish!
So, here I stroll upon this desolate shore, alone

The fireplace lit, soft, pink candles abound
What ambiance these feelings inspire
"Where are you this dreamy day?"
Hear how fiercely the ocean roars!  
Wild and relentless, bashing boulders in its path!
Winds softly whispering, brush my cheek, and instinctively, I smile
”Was that a kiss from you?  I whisper.  But there comes no reply. 
Only the silence in the whispering wind
“Gentle, autumn winds, do you know of my fate? 
“Have you no secrets to share with me?”
“Do tell, is it you in the mist and wind?”
“Or are you  just a wandering phantom 
Lost, upon this beautiful, shore?”
“Or, perhaps a magician from afar, casting random spells?”
“What grateful audience you have found in these,
The mighty sea and its countless creatures!  
Listen!  Hear their thunderous applause for you!”
“Is it you I see, in my autumn dream?
“Is it you within the mist?”


Copyright © Annalise Brigham...a.k.a. Audrey Haick | Year Posted 2010

Details | Haiku |
#7
Detroit, five a.m.—
Soon, my city will rise and
disturb the ravens.

#19
Windmills in autumn/
apple orchards/ falling fruits
of nativity.

#0807
Flowers on your grave
wilt like the words I could say
that might bring you back.

#43
Midnight festivals:
paper lanterns burning oil
in the summer mist.

#9
Music can transform
uncomfortable silence
into miracles.

#26
I want to take my
time with your hourglass and then
come back for seconds.

#1125
When you go away
the rabbits will not come back
from the magic hat.

#88
Eagles lock talons
together they form and break
like the divine winds.

#99
You are the warden
of my prison of regrets
you have all the keys.

#63
She holds my hand tight
when our love is imperfect
she is not afraid.

Copyright © Laughing Wolf | Year Posted 2015

Details | Light Poetry |
A white blanket will fall upon January.
It will cover my heart and freeze my soul
into solitaire. A love will blossom in the
mist of February. Unknown to me, that 
love will remain a mystery.

My luck will fail in the medows of March.
For my life will deplete and become parched.
Still - my heart will break in the hands of April.
A story that only time will tell.

A tear shall fall at the end of may, but even now
I don't know what day. The sun will peak over the 
horzion in June, still my sadness will conquer
the afternoon.

Explosions of flashing lights will fill the night skies
of July. As I sit here with my memories that have
gone and passed me by, but I will rest here in 
the lap of August.

Maybe one day my love will realize that I loved
him/her the strongest. The days I did lose in
the oceans of September - are the days that
I wish , I could remember.

We will plant seeds in October. Hopefully we
will become wiser and act older. Autumn is to 
become a great friend of November. How they 
will meet - I can only ponder. 

Now my visions begin to fade in the silence of 
December To understand them - is to know
life's everlasting embers...

Written by Lucilla M. Carrillo

Copyright © Lucilla Carrillo | Year Posted 2012

Details | Light Poetry |
"Lovely Lady, Lovely Autumn"
                   By Rachel Heffington

Lovely lady, lovely Autumn
May I take a lock of hair
From the tresses that glow, burnished
In the sumac over there?

Lovely lady, lovely Autumn
You're bewitching when you're dressed
In your gown of amber elm leaves
With a hint of rose caressed.

Lovely lady, lovely Autumn
Do you blush at my advance?
For I see a crimson on the boughs
Of maple as they dance.

Lovely lady, lovely Autumn
You are such a gorgeous lass
With you eyes of bluest heaven
and your shoe of greening grass.

Lovely lady, lovely Autumn
You have stole my heart away--
How I longed for, how I wept for you
On Summer's hottest day!

Copyright © Rachel Heffington | Year Posted 2011

Details | Free verse |
Alot of you folks have been able to say what you feel this holyday season with exquisite 
wording and beautiful sentiments. I can't do that. Maybe if I tell you a story about a 
little kid who was raised and worked on a farm. A farm boy in a class of city kids is ridiculed 
for some reason and beat up alot cause that proves to city kids that they're strong when 
they beat up a farmer kid. So I did the best I could with my sense of humor, got beat up 
when challenged and avoided other confrontations by learning to run real fast! When they 
picked teams for basketball, I was odd kid out. Too little. I found it hard to fit in anywhere.
    One fine day our 7th grade teacher gave us a homework assignment to write a poem 
which we would read aloud in class the next day.The stipulation was that, on your honor, you 
could have no help whatsoever. A solo project.
   After chores that night, I did as she said and was surprised at how easy it was. The 
next day, when it was my turn, I timidly read aloud to the class the first poem I ever wrote.  
When I finished, I awaited the verdict . All was quiet. The teacher told me to sit down. I did. 
She then admonished me for cheating on my assignment and getting help. Of course I did 
not. I still vividly remember how it felt to have all my peers watching me as our teacher 
dismissed me for a cheater with a look of disdain on her face. I was speechless, devastated 
and embarrassed by what others thought.
   The experience pushed me deeper into myself than I had ever been.. It's amazing to me 
how these feelings are resurfacing en force as I write about it. I've written poetry on and off 
since then but never taken it seriously. It was just some force that reared itself once in a 
while until it was subdued by writing one.
    Now, in the autumn of my life, something very strange and wonderful is happening. I 
have been introduced to you, my poetry soup friends. The injustice done to my poetic soul is 
every day being identified by myself, rectified and healed by your loving support. I'm no 
longer throwing my poems away. You have given me in two months what has been missing 
since the 7th grade. You have given me courage, confidence, encouragement and the 
companionship to take up where I was left off. Because of all of you, I can grow again. I was 
at a stalemate in alot of things and then this. Coincidence? More like Christ incidence. Get it? 
YOU are my Christmas gift from Love come down! This is my card to you.  
 GOD BLESS YOU ALL.- ROBERT

Copyright © Robert A. Dufresne | Year Posted 2009

Details | Light Poetry |
October, wear your colors fair,
And come and play with me,
I think I'll be the wind today,
And dance with every tree.

The Autumn sky may dismal be,
But You bring warmth and cheer to me.

(Copyright 10/30/15)

Copyright © Arlene Binner | Year Posted 2015

Details | Light Poetry |

It  is late September  again,
  effervescent,  fair---much like 
the  first  touch of air-brushed flame
 seizing  an ardor glazed by
an ever- changing pastel light… 
 we are still here,
 on autumnal  view's entrance
breathing sweet ambrosia 
from life's harvest...perhaps older
as grey marbles collected through
fables of silence together : our weary
bodies are held by endless glow past mid-life,
recalling youth's  blazed affection
while evening fog embraces us,
through a tender  contentment 
of devotion's soft kisses.


Contest 340 for  Brian Strand



Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2017

Details | Haiku |
Peace of nature shows
how relaxing life can be
and can show you truth 

Copyright © Christian Childs | Year Posted 2013

Details | Personification |
The leaf has fallen from everything it has known
The wind of despair drags the leaf aimlessly
The leaf can not find refuge from its tormentor
The Leaf begs for mercy

Withered and dry, as others float aimlessly by
Wishing for their company, wanting a friend
But, only receiving an evanescent try
Oh, how fate does not bend

Envy the evergreen
They dance with the wind of melancholy
Never falling from grace, never losing to nature's game
Why are they immortal when the rest wonder the earth alone until death

Crumbling, the wind does not stop, nor does it care too
Falling apart, the earth's soil reclaiming me
Fading away, is this peace, or is this just death
I am lonely, afraid

Copyright © Trevor Barnett | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
            My Son Moon and Star ~

        Approaching the celebration of his Birth 
                cherishing the gift I received 
           within weeks of conception I knew
            something amazing was in Creation ~

            the Stars held a party
            sending me with one of their own  
    Gazing at 3 shooting stars twinkling crossing the sky   
       It was magic  It was destiny taking its flight.  

           In love with an October full moon 
               drawing and painting I liked 
             thinking of Vincent Van Gogh ~
                caught in a loss of time 

          Hours going by as choosing my color  
           a wittness to three falling stars 
             A clear night sky sparkle's
           A once Famous Star was sent 
            inspiring the tiny child inside ~ 

           Never a doubt in my mind at all     
       child bearing was worth any pain received
      yours will be in a pursuit of a dream ~
             one to cherish and hold
          My Son was born the following August ~

    working on the set of Grimm 3rd season this year  
         as the set of Leverage for 3 years .

              Has done a Indie movie here  
             In Paris it was seen and honored
             coming soon filmed in Portland ~
                 "The House of Last Things "

        awaiting the credits , you will see
                        
    1st Assistant Director ~ production assistant 
   
                 My Young Lion Mans dream ~
        A proud mom I watch every show and the credits 

        as foretold in a whisper to me 25 years ago
              My Son &  Moon and Star  
               A name you will all know ~

            Happy Birthday to my creative Son
             you will exist in my heart forever~
                        and thereafter               
                             Mom

Copyright © Shanity Rain | Year Posted 2013

Details | Light Poetry |
Life is
Death is knots
A box of thoughts
Innate
Is not that above?
A twisted thing to ponder
Staring at 
A wilted rose by the casket out yonder

Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2015

Details | Acrostic |
No other month dresses nature in such beauty of fiery colors

Or hears so much prayer in thanksgiving as the one in autumn.

Verses come naturally, blessed by bountiful harvest even as

Embers of Indian summer bring special memories with warmth.

Many songs are written as cold days approach and more will 

Be born for the wonder of the cycle of life, as words we find

Embraced within the artist’s heart, happy with homecoming;

Remaining there not for long, words find freedom in a poem.






09 August 2015

Copyright © KP Nunez | Year Posted 2015

Details | Monorhyme |
Summer fades as thunder clouds roll in,

Darkened skies hold lightning bolts within.

Autumn rain shares laughter with the din.

As splashes of hues become akin,

A race in which the sturdy will win.

Leaves dance and twirl like the ladies spin.

I’m so inspired to write again

With my poet’s heart that dwells within.



© 2013 Connie Marcum Wong

Copyright © Connie Marcum Wong | Year Posted 2013

Details | Prose Poetry |
Seasons change as do people... 

A girl named Autumn….enters quietly into the room…. 
Yet no one sees her there... 
She has a certain presence, still … 
and her perfume fills the air... 
Yet no one speaks to her… 
Her colors are not light, but bright… 
reds, yellows and orange, quite a sight… 
But even though , she's more than that… 
No one approaches, some don't seem to care... 
So she quietly leaves ...before the trees are bare... 

Copyright © kj force | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme |
Fall, she dresses down, while winter prepares for its rest. Summer wears her greenest gown, but never, ever wears a frown. Winter can get grumpy; if awakened, he’ll spit ice; for he is a tantrum thrower, of quite the ugliest kind. Fall, she is an artist; her palette’s full of reds, browns and golden pigments; her work’s outdone only by springs color wheel, so fast. Fall is rarely grumpy and spring so rarely frumpy. Winter plays unfairly; imprisons spring within its alley. When spring escapes, she celebrates, with colors mighty bold; her time is up when summer, comes in from the biting cold. The seasons live such finite lives; they take their piece of life’s sweet pie. When they’re done with all their fun, they make way, for the next one.

Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |
Death

Kills most
Except those already dead
Set me free
From my demons
Kill me



Cemetery

A garden
Of dead bones
Tall beautiful stones
Ravens fly
Roses die
For the forgotten
Both soul and vegetation rotten


Silent Gardens

I wonder amongst strangers still
Soon to be good friends of will
Surrounded by black doves and flowers sky blue
As I am laid close beside them soon enough
With a grey tall stone dedicated
To whatever tiss I was
Hoist a few
Laugh if you will
There is a spot here for you too


Silent death in Cemetery Gardens

In the distance
Bagpipes and drummers sound of
Autumn air brings the chills
Down to the bones
Of those above and
Those below

Amongst the wind, the trees and sweet breeze
Life runs by with a smile
As death silently kisses me on the lips
Enticed by tranquil gardens and angelic dreams
On broken wings would I fly
As my dreams tumble and fall
Into the grave where I now lie

Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2016

Details | Light Poetry |

         November the dark month
         With dewy windows

         Looking out the window listening
         after the sound of autumn leaves

         Autumn's own music
         Traces of the autumn on the ground

         The silence of the mountains in the distance
         With a blue gray glance they send

         On this day encourages silence
         but it is irrelevant

         Dew drops glide silently down like pearls
         With closed eyes glimpsed the rainbow

         Naked body lift arms toward the sky
         Clouds darkens the sky alerts lightning and thunder






04.11.2013
A-L  Andresen :)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved

Copyright © Sunshine Smile | Year Posted 2013

Details | Light Poetry |
Let’s just take the day off and maybe call in sick, Just one day away from work I think will do the trick. We could start by sleeping late then lay around in bed, Sharing conversation or something else instead. Then it’s off to the diner to have some eggs and cakes, While we read the morning paper, however long it takes. We’ll wander around the bookstore for as long as we feel, Pawing through the discount books looking for a deal. Then let’s pick up the dog and take him to the park, No one else will be around so we can let him bark. We can share our hopes and dreams and far off distant plans, All the while we walk the path while holding each other’s hands. The leaves have changed their color it’s a perfect autumn day, If we’d waited one more week the color would have faded away. Then back home and I’ll light a flame in the fireplace, We try to read until we fall asleep in the warmth of its embrace. There’s a purple sky outside the window when we finally awake, You make us salads and baked potatoes while I grill us up a steak. We can watch an old movie wondering if Cary Grant will read the letter, While all the while I’m hoping that by tomorrow, we won’t be any better.

Copyright © Tony Lane | Year Posted 2011