Autumn Poems | Examples of Autumn Poetry

An autumn leaf Twirling down with a golden sigh, An autumn leaf— Drifting slow through the amber sky, Whispers of summer's last goodbye, Crimson flame in a breath gone by— An autumn leaf....

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Red leaf with the stars, falling. Maroon dusk crawling. Twirling last dance! Prettier, livelier than ever before. ...

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autumn yellow leaves fall d ...

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Leaf Autumn vibrant yellow leaf falls d o w ...

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maple leaf blushes giving in to fall winds last waltz posted on April 29, 2025...

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From the start, you have made assumptions. I had something or I was someone. It was all in your wild imaginations, I did not plan it to happen. I meant no harm, was really innocent. I did not lie, pretend or act, To deceive, hurt or harm you deliberately. Just that I did not know you, Not well at all to correct you, To...

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with dusk approaching the radiance of the day melts in the rain streetlights smear the autumn colours across the footpaths doubling the display of chromatic foliage autumn gloats posted on April 24, 2025...

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the chill of a lazy rainy sunday a good book by the fireplace surely this is food for the soul AP: 3rd place 2025 Posted on April 22, 2025...

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time drifts on by spurring memories autumn rain AP: Honorable Mention 2025 Posted on April 22, 2025...

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I can still see a picture long gone,  waves of the ocean welcome and greets every edge of it. The shedding leaves, Then a thunder,  Reminds me of that picture with many cracks.  But just like autumn,  would the picture be also flowering in the near future?  Its shadow lingers around my thoughts, every glimpse of it reminds me of a new...

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Mid Autumn, Saturday 6.30am and daybreak is slowly climbing over the back fence. Frank O'Hara's poetry is still echoing in my head from reading it last night as I cook breakfast of bacon and eggs. Later I walk up the street to the chemist to get my blood pressure pills and as I walk, compile arguments against Postmodernism and recognise that the notion...

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silent words cascade unseen, unheard, fade away— lonely ink weeps dreams words fall like dead leaves no hand stirs to hold their weight— autumn of the soul untouched art cries out silent beauty lost to void— a poet unseen ...

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2025.4.14. I have started writing diary since May last year. Eventually, my diary's style, transformed to poem like. After five months of losing friendship with BB, By the end of the year, I rested a bit. I was emotional exhausted. I started posting my poem in mid January this year, When JC introduced me to the poetry world. Every thing went well so...

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If I were that scar above your rose tinted lips, of whom you keep picking and removing dead cellular dust, out of hatred that rises from your porous subcutaneous layer of insecurity, I probably would have bled more than you think. I couldn't have shed tears, possibly. But I've heard every little wound needs love to heal, And so will I- your dearest...

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Climbing cotton clouds float away across canvas of summer sky. Birds bathe in blue bay, to amber nest they fly. Autumn comes with golden spray. Sunburst horizon’s chromatic drape drawn, splits sunbeam in spectral splendor. Sky spills colors of dawn, air sways cinnamon grass slender in malachite meadow, turning fawn. The crown of topaz dew shines with...

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