Leaves Autumn Poems | Examples
These Leaves Autumn poems are examples of Autumn poems about Leaves. These are the best examples of Autumn Leaves poems written by international poets.
Autumn - 1
Golden leaves afloat
Adding colours to the lake
Nature’s vibrant show
Autumn - 2
Chilly autumn nights
Underneath a giant moon
Call for something warm.
By Zyrool
9/26
Winding white wind whips
Colorful fall leaves
Like rainbow that drips
Undressing tall trees
Gives brown skirt a lift
Grey squirrel scurrying
leaf-peeping pastime
longing, watching leaves falling
autumn’s amber change
season
rolls on
hot days’
blaze strays
blue sky
clouds fly
hued scene
fleets in
awesome
autumn
grass few
dons dew
ground calls
bronze falls
trees own
bare crown
leaves wilt
lose lilt
they fold
film gold
rustling
leaves sing
fall song
prolongs
golden
garden
Monet
display
Darling you’re a picture show
In the albums we possess
Are you resting there? I know
That you weren’t keen to rest
Couldn’t you somehow remind
What the spirits are about
Give a tip I fail to find
Deep within me, and without
Darling it’s the autumn wind
Blowing here, and leaves are flying
Unprepared for winter’s stint
Weeds and grass are slowly dying
With the first stroke of the frost
Summer ends, and we get older
Though we aren’t as old, as lost
In the eye of the beholder..
Let them fall
Let the leaves
Alone
After putting one between
Two sheets
Of paper
Grab a crayon
Not black
I suggest orange
Or Sunny Yellow
Not boring green
Go over
The bumpy road
Scribble scribble scribble
To your hearts content
Hold
The paper to the light
Look how your crayon flew
Put down
Another sheet
Over
A different shape
And shimmy shimmy shimmy
Shake
That lively crayon
It’s on fire
Be friends
With the Autumn wind
Gifts sent as the branches
become naked
Cold
Warm
Your fingers
Probably your toes
Twinkle
Next up?
Pinecones
Glue, paint, glitter
O what wonder!
The leaves change before
my eyes as Autumn arrives
quenching my longing
falling leaves from trees
soon to become barren trees ~
feeble forest trees
Autumn has put its showstopper on
the magical season has begun
Leaves on trees, colourful hues of green
turn to delightful shades of citrine.
Then gracefully swirling to the ground
twisting, twirling they come falling down
Leaves seeking rest upon leafy lanes
ground absorbing the brittle remains.
Becoming compost that feeds the earth
maturing until nature's rebirth
Trees stood naked without their dressing
have beauty unique and impressing.
As all life on earth, comes death and birth
part of God's plan, unseen and unheard
Each plant, creature, woman, man and child
leave their mark somewhere out in the wild.
Filling blank pages on which to write
tales of autumn's showstopper of life.
Autumn in the woods. I looked
around, up yonder to Cemetery
Ridge. Tried to count the leaves,
so many fallen, Nature’s colorful sighing.
Thought of uniforms, brothers in gray and
blue; blood fresh...and then various stages
of drying. Did we learn our Mother, so much
like her leaf on tree -- rooted in dirt, dying
to be set free?
Orange pumpkin fellow
watches October’s moon from his nice front lawn view
- full yellow!
Dying rose bed
sees forest green leaves turning to
blood red
Not cold
is fall’s warm hue -
Gold.
Orange pumpkin fellow
sees forest green leaves turning to
gold!
Colorful leaves
elegantly fall from trees
into amber piles
Tomorrow Autumn becomes official
according to all tribunals judicial
May the season be entirely beneficial
with nothing at all artificial
I don’t refer, of course, to intelligence
but rather to tree leaves, flowers and plants
The essence of Autumn is beauty
not “AI” or its sterile conception of duty
Calm is your nature so fair
O maiden of meticulous metaphor
like the white lilies in the garden, balms soft air,
amongst autumn’s signature rustling leaves
upon dried maples once green
In warm tones of terracotta her spirit roams free,
on earth she manipulates the mariposa monarca
butterfly migration in Michoacán’s fir forests,
clusters color trees with golden orange tones
trimmed in black lace philigree
skies are filled with beating wings
like a flurry of a rain's pitter-patter
O butterfly if you flutter by, I’ve left you aster
for your returns refuel in my yearning yard
Tonantzin our venerable Mother, goddess virginius
of virtue of vim and vigorous miss
Q3 keeper of chaos and order,
I’m forever thankful for your service ~
Trees, adorned in Fall styles,
with branches wearing multicolor on their sleeves,
induce smiles.
How the leaves dance!
Patterns fluttering on their weaves,
entrance.
Fall chill -
the crimson leaves
thrill.
Trees adorned in Fall styles,
patterns fluttering on their weaves,
thrill.