Best Loveautumn Poems
Come to the meadow just you only,
Where autumn weaves her spell;
On hills and purple moorlands lonely,
Where the magic of her presence dwells.
Beneath blue sky and fields of heather,
With soft humming of honey bees.
And I'll hold you, just us two together,
To share the scent of autumns leaves.
We’ve time to share asters in the meadow,
With all that we love best;
With the swallows wings and your shadow,
And summer's grass that built the nest.
To hold and hear the soft wind singing,
To see your hair tossed and blown;
And meet the bluebird softly winging,
Through heaven and earth, we too fly alone.
Memories Of Love
Memories of a love so very long ago lost
The scent of your hair willing my senses
The look in your eyes as you clung to me in a thunderstorm
Your voice as you spoke my name and said “I love you”
That first kiss in the coolness of a autumn morning
The dance we had where you stepped all over my feet
Your first cooked meal and the special taste of charcoal
The talks we had that lasted until the sun rose above the horizon
Making love on the beach as the last vestiges of light filled the western sky
The smile on your face when you agreed to be mine
The tears you had when we had our first fight
The way you laughed when I said it was all my fault
Those are memories from a love that started before time
A love that grew through all of history
A love that now is fading to the past
Except for memories
Form:
He doesn’t have to tuck her hair
behind her ear.
He loves the way it heaves
spread-legged and
sweet with dried sweat, like crushed berries
on her pillow.
She watches him behind interlocked lashes,
breathing slightly discolored because
he’s burning her lungs right now
with that faraway look in his eyes, like they
were swallowing stars beyond her head
and she can only catch the residual grace
running down his chin.
He has to touch her to make sure she’s tangible,
so he gives in and brushes a few strands
like brown leaves into a rusty pile by the pale
picket-ridge of her ear.
When she kisses him, she can feel
her eyelids folding against reality
and he’s tightening himself around
her to anchor himself to this dream
But they’ll never be this beautiful
with autumn in her hair
and the stars in his eyes.
My name has been forgotten since last September, it's falling, decorating doorways and
digging splinters into the soles of my feet....
His skin crawls, I want to know where he thinks he's going, I wonder if he thinks he's
taking me...
I wonder if he thinks I'll follow.
There's no icing on the cake and the bed's not made yet, it's mid-morning,
(it's raining again, Dear)
and blankets are mumbling dreams to wrinkled sheets as the mattress constantly gets my
name wrong.
God, he's soaking wet and my towels are somewhere missing, wrapped around my head, I can
muffle this, his voice doesn't resonate so loudly through
last week
(it never rained then, Dear, never a drop on Wednesday)
it's still September, it's twenty months past knowledge and intelligence is simply thirty
days away, I know he's familiar with doing this again and I'm not crazy
yet
but I'm well aware of the way to get there, I've been following him since
before
the August that dusted across my smile when he finally learned how to kiss me.
I whisper this as Autumn falls, I'm catching leaves on my tongue, pretending snowflakes
will save me, sometimes death is the shade of the seventeen strands of my hair that
captured summer and I wonder
how that feels
when he runs his fingers through my curls.
I sleep next to him, his scent erases my name but his lips mumble me, his arms hold me
behind the doors that went missing last January, and I think that maybe there might be
snowflakes in the shadows that are created by candlelight as he tries to be different,
when he makes an attempt to breathe me in, I don't exhale, I don't ever
close my eyes, I only taste regret on the tip of my tongue as
yesterday
rolls off my lips
and follows him straight out of the dreams that will be argued in the morning
when I'm stuck in the doorways that remember winter
as September forgets my name.
As close as autumn is to mountain-side,
as close as cold is to snow,
as cold as sun is to summer,
as close as storm is to clouds,
as close as thunder is to lightening,
as close as rivers are to sea,
as close as roses are to thorns,
as close as stars are to skies,
as close as moon is to gazes,
as close as evening wind is to whispers,
as close as nightingale is to shadows,
as close as bangles are to wrists,
as close as veils are to maidens,
as close as **** are to silken drapes,
as close as pinings are to naked eyes,
as close as trembling is to touches,
as close as moanings are to thrashing limbs;
........be that close to me.
Author's suggestion - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4jALL1_KdN8 - as you read
Don't forget to continue to "23 Stones Part 2"
I built this path, I laid these stones
With love I set down, a path thru gorse
With each one I found I sought
I left a bit of self, lonely fraught
You saw the 'crete, a simple path lain
You hopped across my lovelorn road of pain
Each one was a testament to my joy
To my heart with which you did toy
July was for the look, your disdain
The girl I wanted, to overcome, to reign
August for the great, you left, you left
I felt as lone schooler, single, bereft
September for the Autumn you brought back
You suddenly appeared, cross creek I you raf't
October for the halloween we fretted, suspicious
Not knowing if this was poision, or love, delicious
November for the flurries, your snowy birthday dance
We clashed and sparred, felt wintry love lance
December we cautious, pirouetting, eyeing
Into the New Year we wary spying
January came, we started class, knew new stress
Pricked apart, yet came, together crass
February came, new Cupid new shuffle
We tested limits, stepped away feath'rs ruffl'd
March came out of their wedding bliss
We fought over future, could we hit 'r miss
April brought a new creature, the finals
We pushed through together, equals and rivals
May brought Florida, Destin, so perfect
Fourteen brought us joy and warmth, circumspect
June again, now almost a year
I felt the nervousness, relationship a year
...Continued in "23 Stones Part 2"
Cartilage Cartridge Carthage
Spread my skin around your city limits
And sow these Dragon Teeth to reap my heart
Apple red lace, apple sweet lips, apple techie, apple allergy
Let's play Adam and Eve and make faces at the devil, because we own this Tree
My fingers plow the earth and pluck your laughter off of autumn branches made of purple ties and navy sweatpants,
water the butterfly's palm with these kisses and tether the sun to the pier so you can light up the day and night at
once.
Where I might somewhere be speaking birds out of my mouth, I'd much rather here have this butterfly land on my
lips and silence my.
I need space
Space to let my ideas run freeely
Forbidden am i to let my feet slide amongst the wet gravel
Forbidden to let the rain run gently through the cracks of my fingers
..How id love to watch the autumn leaves fall upon the dew stained grass
I need space
Space to live..space to love
..love you
In early August,before summer ends,
before the winds of autumn gust,
before new fashions and new friends,
watching the glaze of the sun at dusk,
The evening sky painted gold,yet cool,
the days are still hot and worn,
we have yet to see bedspreads of wool,
and still wear socks,dirty and torn,
Yet,beneath the waning moonlight,
I gaze into your eyes with solemn vow,
which shines intentively bright,
feeling Tchaickovsky's "Pas de Deau",
Feeling in the night,our bodies sway,
as we float high above the Eiffel Tower,
and I in tune with Chevalier's "Outre",
as we embrace into the early morning hour,
The momentum which the night will bring,
as the comfort sets within,
above us Angels sofetly sing,
and your beauty I embrace now and herein,
Stars of endless time,in endless space,
mirrors a halo above your head,
and as you dance in enlighten grace,
I vision a surreal goddess in silk and lace,
To hold you with a soft embrace,
and kiss you which warms my heart,
feeling a slight breeze across my face,
the promise we gave to never part,
because together,this is where we start.
Form:
As close as autumn is to mountain-side,
as close as cold is to snow,
as close as sun is to summer,
as close as storm is to clouds,
as close as thunder is to lightening,
as close as rivers are to sea,
as close as roses are to thorns,
as close as stars are to skies,
as close as moon is to gazes,
as close as evening wind is to whispers,
as close as nightingale is to shadows,
as close as bangles are to wrists,
as close as veils are to maidens,
as close as **** are to silken drapes,
as close as pinings are to naked eyes,
as close as trembling is to touches,
as close as moanings are to thrashing limbs;
........be that close to me.
Autumn Belle
fell in a deep well,
the animal rescue team came,
but the well's cavity was too narrow...
they waited until Tom brought a drill. And meow
after meow she gradually became ill;
and more famous than Hollywood stars she became,
but could stardom have helped her fright,
if she was hungry and trembling with fear?
Yes, the chance of survival was slim for Autumn Belle!
Autumn Belle,
loved to play with Ginger and Bill,
but they warned her of the danger
by pointing their finger
to the direction of the well,
but as agile and smart as she was,
she never understood what they meant...
'till tragedy stroke as her claws dug into the wet grass,
peaking inside to satisfy her curiousity in a minute or less.
No, death wasn't foreseen for Autumn Belle!
Copyright 2010 by Andrew Crisci
a sweet september, flowing tenderly over my wounds,
adorns my soul with golden scintillations
of silence accepted as a token of good-bye…
the necklace made from devil’s fangs
now lays unworn in some corner of my heart,
still throwing from time to time upon my nights
the shadow of a once beloved grin…
make no mistake though, reader…
i am not a believer now…
i’m just waiting on the autumn equinox’s cross
for my resurrection…
I write –
on autumn leaves,
when the sun is
alive
The grass
is still
fragrant.
And you are a dream which
I won’t
tell about.
My eyes are collecting colorful rains.
As in the mad years,
when
I ran with a cloth
to bandage the light.
The wings have left
and the golden sparkles which
you are writing with today,
without even knowing…
A shed
feather of Fudjiama.
Was a long time coming
so many fruitless trees,
an autumn forest,
laid naked of it's leaves.
A hint of sunshine
but eaten by the clouds,
the clouds that so quickly
cover like a shroud.
The damndest thing
a fool believes
that love comes easy,
it always does in dreams.
Was a long time coming
but the taste of love sublime
a feast set before me,
forever will I dine.
Fallen leaves, naked trees, cool air is all around.
A gentle breeze blowing leaves.
She came and went like autumn in a small town.