Shape Autumn Poems | Examples
These Shape Autumn poems are examples of Autumn poems about Shape. These are the best examples of Autumn Shape poems written by international poets.
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!
For Nette Onclaud's Eight By Eight Poetry Contest
Written: Aug. 2, 2026
Folded in fog of muted white
a drifting veil within our sight.
The willow breathes a muffled myth
to dust the dusk with autumn pith.
It blurs the chalky bone of mounds
and hems the sky in shadowed shrouds.
It steals the wholly shape of sounds,
then leaves the soul in dew-tranced shrills.
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resplendent
in russet gold,
a little leaf glows
against the grey ~
flamboyant in fall’s
grandiose finale ~
its radiance rivals
the sun’s retreat.
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When butterflies float downward like a leaf
As air of Autumn dances everywhere
Whispers of wings become a bright motif
Floating, drifting, wandering on blue air.
Scents of cinnamon whisper treats to come
As wondrous woodsmoke warms us from within
At entry doors are straw and flowering mums
Every shape and size of gourd and pumpkin
Fall promises us all its bright enchantment
A whirling, orange world of wind and leaves
Known as a season of mad derangement
Yet of all- it is the one that most appeals
If I were to choose one season to be
I'd sleep until Autumn whispered to me
I'm water, though I'm like a pearl.
Hung on a crown of thorns, I swirl
My form and shape slowly alter.
Though I'm like a pearl, I'm water.
I'm born, like a crystal, tonight.
Tomorrow's sunbeams I've to fight
From my throne of thorns, I'll be gone.
Like a crystal, tonight I'm born.
The vapor! Then cold wave chills
Though I dry fast, my quest thrill-fills.
Sometimes I am a breeze-breaker.
Then cold wave chills the vapor.
Like a leaf, I float in the breeze.
Gradually, my movements seize
To nature, my life I devout
In the breeze, like a leaf, I float.
Eternity, I find, at last
The ocean I mix in is vast.
Amidst every absurdity
I find, at last, eternity.
Death holds promise of renewal
Beauteous autumn stirs our soul
God enlivens life pulse dual
Shape of form shifts, yet we feel whole
Take a cue from the fallen leaf
Death holds promise of renewal
Let’s outgrow conditioned belief
With love and light, heart refuel
Our heart contains a prized jewel
To cognise it, simply be still
Death holds promise of renewal
On ego death, voids within fill
Autumn reveals resurrection
New life springs without a duel
With God’s love form a connection
Death holds promise of renewal
All blazing hues throwing ochery golden gowns
Under azure blues with fluffy cotton wool clouds
Temperatures in dip feeling two seasons in meld
Undulations shape shift teasing ones naked eye
Momentary captures seeing wildlife amidst such
Natures many blooms rich giving's Midas touch
Autumnal she is displaying talents of no bounds
Lasting impressions, season's, differences found
James Wright football poem 'Autumn begins'
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Burnt orange, red, gold in mottled decay,
burgundy and brown hued in every shape,
fallen leaves laying . . . for the wind to sway,
from the trees each leaf has made an escape,
bare branches sigh for their lovely green cape.
Fall has come and erased all summer hues,
the birds- the birds are twittering the blues.
Breezes are full of Fall's withering scent,
and I find my poetic voice- my muse.
The end of this season I will lament_
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October 22, 2022
Poetry/Dizain/Fall's Decay
Copyright Protected, ID 10-1496-249-22
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Theme - Nature - fallen leaves
Written for the Standard contest, Dizain
sponsor, Sotto Poet, Judged 11/05/2022
First Place
Autumn festivals dot the landscape
Especially around the rural countryside,
Providing a welcomed weekend escape.
Halloween decorations made of crepe
Orange ribbons on the old hayride,
Autumn festivals dot the landscape.
Pumpkins scattered about, all agape,
Some with a lighted candle inside,
Providing a welcomed weekend escape.
Hay bales in their usual oblong shape
Become seats on the ride, all dried
Autumn festivals dot the landscape.
A nip in the air says wear a warm cape
Colorful leaves drift along for the ride
Providing a welcomed weekend escape.
Overhead, fluffy animals in a cloudscape
Amusing adventure where lovers confide
Autumn festivals dot the landscape
Providing a welcomed weekend escape.
Written September 28, 2022
fluffy clouds drifting
shape-shifting cottony mists
casting warm shadows
Written September 8, 2022
Submitted to: "Autumn in Nature" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin
shift of the leaves
slowly changing
separating from summer
chilling whirligigs
ready for color
dying to fall
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8/27/2022
Shadows like spider webs across the lane
Shape-shifting slowly as the sun drifts
Across oranges of autumn making the hills sing.
I think of waning summer days and
Autumn's chilly nights soon coming,
Calling for warm jackets and scarves,
While the squirrels bed down in their nests
To await the coming of another spring
For scampering in yonder meadow flowering.
HONORABLE MENTION
written September 27, 2021
"Write What Inspires" Poetry Contest
All Poetry
The wind is blowing
All the leaves spreading
On the backyard lawn
On the wooden deck
Are a few leaves stuck
Only moving when-
The wind is blowing
One leaf I noticed
I am drawn to it
The shape of a hand
Staring at it-I notice
Two fingers and thumb
This is a leaf stuck
In the crack of the deck
Snowdrop gleams brightly in the light
On autumn's nape that hangs on iced trees;
Its shine endures and fills the night
With a lacquer from nature's alchemy.
Each shape is unique than the rest
Wondrously strung as mist of worth
Rare flurry ones; its chapter's best,
Designed by frost to enchant our earth
Woven tight flashing through chilled air
To warm nips of November's spell
Oval or round, these gems declare
The sparkling white made to excel.
Lovely the flake in endless streams
Bestowed to winter...nature's dream!
Super Sonnet Premium Contest For John Hamilton
Re-post: 12/14/2018
Originally Written 7/23/2018