Acrostic Autumn Poems | Examples
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Oh, how I’m longing to float to my death
Not e’er again heave sweet CO2 breaths
Each of us whirl with a dance all our own
Loosed by a mistral and heavenly-blown
All of our lives we’ve provisioned The One
Synthesized O2 with bright from the sun
Tasting the rainfall whene'er a cloud burst
Wetting our folds for the deep-rooted thirst
And now in the autumn endeavor the spring
Let loose our branches to dance and to sing
Trading our green for the shades of the sun
Zanzibar waits when our last waltz ... is done.
~ POETRY AGAINST POVERTY ~
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Amber carpet of fallen leaves
Underneath tall brown trees
That rock sway in cool breeze
Unique autumn crunch under feet
Making piles as we rake and play
Never too early and never too late
Seeing grey squirrels scampering
Beagle barks chases then whimpering
Red leaves are my favorite thing
Enjoy the cardinals as they sing
And the air is full of pumpkin spice
Traveling in winds from baker’s wife
Heart so warm due to happy life
Came the wind
On the mountain
Leaves started falling
Off branches
Red orange butterflies
Sailing on wings
Of wind
Fluttering specks
Falling on mother’s lap
Asleep for the
Long
Long winter
Oatmeal on cold autumn mornings
Coffee to warm our insides
Together we plan our day
Outdoors awaits in spite of gloominess
Barren fields out our window
Easy invitation that’s quite compelling
Rainclouds will hold off today
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Negotiating winds and raging rains
Occasional threats of nasty weather
Vigilance is the order of the day
Ensuring readiness in any foul weather conditions
My love for fall outshines the negatives
Beautiful waltz of falling leaves
Everyone in awe of the colourful foliage
Romantic autumn walks with you
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Need more blankets on my bed
Orange sun not warm but it’s bright
Very cheerful is a bird, guess he’s fed
Eating his wormy meal under blue sky
Made myself a fruity breakfast at seven
Breakfast was a ripe juicy cantaloupe
Early isn’t my time, yet I’m in heaven
Reading what you passionate poets wrote
Amber ribbons in her hair
Unique scent her skin shares
Turquoise sky eyes of brown
Umbrella time rain falls down
Making meals of pinto beans
Not choosing to eat animal meat
Squirrel scurrying with his nuts
Burying hurrying hiding from us
Regal man’s thick mustache talks
Every day he rushes as he walks
Autumn’s breath in the blue breeze
The crunching leaves under his feet
He smokes a pipe between his teeth
Finally it has arrived,
In spite of my imprecations
Right on time, precisely,
Same as every year and the next,
To start the accursed descent~
Damned cold weather
Arriving in time to nature's clock,
Yet the sun still shines.
Oddly the stars stay bright,
Far off in pristine beauty~
Aught they not weep with me
Under winter moon's cold light?
Too many nights will pass
Until spring's right equinox,
Marking the world with promise
No more cold weather!
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Autumn whispers, leaves descend in sighs,
Cracked cups of oak, a harvest left behind.
Ochre hued landscapes, hope buried in the ground.
Remnants of summer, a fractured fading.
Nature's bounty, now scattered on the breeze,
Silent promise, of what is yet to be.
Rather should the winter never end,
If I should meet the spring without thy hand;
The seasons our souls do summers send,
And all do fall upon our hearts’ command.
Feelings flowing
All over my spirit, sending
Light and love, lavishing me with
Laughter that feels like nature’s symphony!
Hallow’s Eve, when spirits return
And on Styx’s shores, a darkness churns
Lost souls vanish to the veil
Lamenting cries rise up from Hell
Omen hangs high in Stygian sky
Where witches watch with a wicked eye
Eldritch winds whisper a woeful tale
Echoes of death ride on the gale
Night-creatures creep with dreadful bale
(A)rch of color
(U)mbrella of leaves
(T)iles are covered
(U)nder the trees
(M)ystical places
(N)estled in cool air
Heidi Sands
9/29/24
(C)opyright
Falling Autumn leaves brashly wave goodbye to Summer
And strew the pathways with emeralds, rubies, and gold.
Radiant beauty engages the land in mummer
Encouraging Summer to relent and let loose its hold.
Watching with glum expression and immodest dress,
Eventually losing the tug-of-war with the chill cold.
Life and death become the drum to which She will bend
Leaving the breathless Wind time to nimbly mend.
Tomorrow She moves forward
Onward from time borrowed.
Sulking away with dried diamonds
Until Autumn’s auric sky explodes
Mindfully exposing Her horizons.
Memory of Summer implodes.
Efficacious efforts of Her victory,
Reign of Autumn’s golden glory.
Swirling winds waltzed with tumbling golden leaves
Each one torn from limbs by the rustling thieves
Painted scenery, every September
Tinged russet like a smoldering ember
Enchanting, the hues of forests and hills
Mother Nature colors landscapes with frills
Brushed each Autumn, with her artistic hands
Exhibiting beauty across her lands
Rouged, the season as if in crimson blush
Fall's grandeur often arrives with a rush
Apple orchards have ripened for picking
Lasting thirty days, the clock is ticking
Limited is the time and splendor of
September: windswept month I've come to love