Simple Autumn Poems | Examples
These Simple Autumn poems are examples of Autumn poems about Simple. These are the best examples of Autumn Simple poems written by international poets.
My worst enemy could be,
could it be a flea?
What is the magical key?
Do I need to make a plea?
Let me sit and think as I drink some tea,
under this fall pretty red leaf tree.
My worst enemy could it be me?
No way or I would flee.
Now down on one knee,
I will ask thee.
My worst enemy could be,
oh please set me free.
Is it a huge crime?
Wish it was as simple a rhyme.
Can I buy it for a dime?
Would you believe it is time?
I need more time in each of my days,
my time runs together as a big maze.
Sometimes I only see a dark haze,
please send me more time without any delays
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- like traveling back in time,
to
a
season
of vivid colors,
the aroma of autumn.
thoughts reflect
laughter,
as leaves crumble
beneath t i n y feet.
the
( simple moments )
of life.
each one
being,
a
gentle
reminder of
- pure -
innocence.
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~ keeping in mind when life felt calm ~
the pace, slow and steady
For: SEASONS NOW AND AFTER Poetry Contest Sponsor: Nette Onclaud Date: August 6, 2025
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Somewhere between the summer and the rain
you left and left me lonesome once again.
The tiger-lily and the bumblebee
are pleased to keep their simple company.
The young black-tailed deer and her spotted fawn
take morning leisure on the fresh mown lawn
Two-by-two life moves through each season's flow,
How each day follows day I do not know.
Snapdragons bloom amongst the marigold,
the sun and rain still color rainbows bold.
But I am paused within Autumn's shadow;
Loneliness becomes my cold bedfellow.
glistening shadows
fading gently into light ~
breaking through egos
Each year the ghost of past Falls’ returns
bringing its simple—but wondrous—treasures.
Turning the world to harmonious earthy hues.
Ardent amber, golden orange, warm browns of
walnut, spicy toffee, biscuit, bronze, russet reds.
Autumn’s brisk light dances on orchards blessing abundant harvests.
Cinnamon, pumpkin, ginger, pecan and persimmon.
September skies expectant for the change as
radiant woodlands pivot to leafy, lulled, silent shadows.
Faded fallen, fluttering leaves, crisp crunchy, mottled pathways.
Lost glorious largesse.
In the inevitable passing of seasons — this velvet, vibrant
vivid — Autumn is treasured most.
First day
of Fall—hey,
I love the way
I feel today
“Just a simple little ditty, not too long and not so witty, but a feel-good sweet refrain that I’m proud of all the same.” —by poet
Beyond the Distant Horizon
David J Walker
Faint
Octobers morning sun
Was more tolerant
of simple sight
The malaise set at peace
The disquisitive gaze
Or at least it might
As the calendars race to
November
Remembering that
December
Comes trembling into
Winters bitter bight
But not yet
Says the clock
Regulating
seconds into
Moments
And minutes into hours
Beneath the pedestal towers
Of times flight
Faint
Octobers morning sun
The day has just begun
And is already gone
Beyond
The distant horizon
I’m a path inside the wood,
And twisted by design.
Despite my aim for greater good,
By me there stands a sign.
“Not a Trail,” is what they read,
By those that pass me by.
Off another path they lead,
While leaving me to sigh.
Don’t tell me I’m not a trail,
For I’ll be what I want.
Judge my path from head to tail,
Instead of just the front.
Matted down, the brush I quell.
Around the trees, I wrap.
I’m a trail and just as well,
Though not upon the map.
Tread on me and you will see,
I’m not what they assign,
Think of how I want to be,
And not based on the sign.
Fall is season shift.
Simple tweaks help cool the world.
Sunny with light breeze.
Hidden orange trees painted
Migration of low-flung sun
Small hand in mine held sweetly
Bares autumnal hearts simple love's
Exquisite secret
October 2, 2020
Dodoitsu Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France
Brian Strand 1093 Poetry Contest
March 20, 2022
Oh little mouse,
You are so small,
You are petite,
You are so cute,
You are so sweet.
With grasping tail
And tiny feet
You climb tall stems
Of swaying wheat.
Reaching the top
You eat the grain,
Then skilfully,
Climb down again.
Oh little mouse,
You are so small,
You are petite,
You are so cute,
You are so sweet.
God's greenest, avocados, sliced in a bright red ceramic bowl
Mix them with eggs and they dance with exuberant cowboy soul!
Ever observe them twirling in that griddle?
It indeed takes a Poet to see them do the "allemand left"right in the middle,
to the sounds of a fiddle!
The eggs twirl the fullest in bright, pretty, paisley cowgirl skirts.
Such a simple task, it fills me with Western imagination and American mirth.
May 16, 2020
7pm PST
Poem 1,273
Thanksgiving time is a time when the colors of fall are seen,
when the home is filled with the cooking aromas in the air.
We sit down to a bountiful table with prayer in hand,
to give thanks for all we have.
Thanksgiving time is a time to remember the present and the past,
the ones not with us may be far away or have passed.
A day for fun, great eats, relaxation, talk and games,
how could one ask for anything more?
Thanksgiving time is a time of year, just one simple day,
I wonder why everyday can't be a day of thanksgiving.
Date: 10/27/2019 Written
Second Place 11/12/2019 Thanksgiving Memory Contest Judged: 11/12/2019 Sponsored by: Regina Riddle Thanksgiving Time, Thanks
Will you take my hand and walk with me
To view all of nature’s offerings to see?
Will you escape with me a while, with only a smile
And dance with me, beyond the very last mile?
Will you open your heart, as I trust you with mine?
Enhancing the brightness of the light to shine?
Will you skip the puddles with me and laugh along our way?
To land in each other’s arms at the end of the day?
Love is pure and simple, together we share truth of it all!
As colors blend around us, I touch you in the leaves that fall
And I say, thank you for this walk, for everything
Because you take the time for me, to help my spirit sing!
Heidi Sands
10/11/19
Summer’s fall is just a state of mind;
the trees, you know, look forward to the rest.
And summer won’t mind being left behind:
each season hopes the next in line is blessed.
Though winter thaws bring loveliest of flowers;
they can’t withstand the long hot summer hours.
So, they make way for sun and waterplay;
grateful they brought happiness in May.
Then summer, in the spotlight getting scorched,
looks forward to a cold drink on the porch.
An early rise each day all season long
and late-night hours suggest it can’t be wrong...
For summer to bow gracefully to fall
for fall will welcome winter like the rest.
Though winter, at times, puts us to the test...
Each season proves the very best of all!
*10/10/19