It felt like Autumn
on this morning’s run
I want it to be fall
with its syllabus of vibes
I’m signaling a stance
I’m autumn’s undoubted champion
wearing my choice like gangland colours
- I could give my all to fall -
summer only ever had my subdivided attention
Summer’s just too needy: it demands relaxation,
bare legs, sun block, beach plans, hydration,
barbecue, and relentless fun, with scant variations
I want the visual promise of leaves falling
the flattering autumnal colour palette
my whole devotion crowns shortening days
fall always serves as a competent stylist
complete with venti pumpkin lattes
and mornings with a costume of frost
Unbind the theatrical heats of midsummer nights
and let the season's advance revive us
show us falls slanting golden afternoon light
let crisper darknesses harbour counterfeit witches
and lengthening dusks warrant winter wishes
Let fall assume her russet throne
and give us autumn’s cool agenda
without the influenza
.
.
Songs for this:
Ping Pong by Dimie Cat
Messy by Lola Young
Christmas feels like halloween
Im haunted
The air is dusty, the room is musty
In your absence, everything’s tense
Nothing makes sense
Are you coming back?
Am I in denial, or just incredibly dense?
There’s a shiver, dust in the air
Am I dumb? Yes
But have things been damaged beyond repair?
I stubbornly stay stuck in a place
Not wanting to break free
Not wanting to leave the space
Where you used to be
Allowing you room to come back to me
And make it right
But I know your not coming back
Not after that night
Not after that fight
Safety used to feel like fixed,
Problems resolved,
Beaming hearts,
Innocent perspectives.
Safety used to feel like man,
Weight lifted,
Body desired,
Lust and codependency.
Safety used to feel like promises,
Expectations expected,
Attachment again,
Connection in small blips.
Safety used to feel like convenience,
Easy access,
Self abandonment,
Distress or over comfortable.
Safety now feels like generate,
Warmth unlimited,
Current generated,
Fluidity Channelled.
Safety now feels like help,
Resources shared,
Ways respected,
Mind open to difference.
Safety now feels like Faith,
Hope driven,
United uniqueness,
Hearing without speaking.
Safety now feels like stay,
Stand together,
Patience imperative,
"We will work this out."
His gaze over me
From behind, makes me
To have butterflies
I can’t control how it feels.
My heart feels heavy, filled with pain,
I know I’ve stumbled, failed again.
I didn’t mean to cause you grief,
But Lord, I long for sweet relief.
Forgive me, Lord, and make me new,
Shine your light, my soul renew.
In your mercy, I will stand,
Safe forever in your hand.
Beneath the darkness, lost the sun.
I seek your grace for all I’ve done.
Your love is kind, your truth is near,
You wipe away my every tear
Take my sorrow, take my shame,
Lift me higher in your name.
Through the storm, I’ll sing to you,
Faithful God, forever true.
Is this how it feels,
Me without you?
When you dumped me
Inside the trash can
Of heart broken
Lovers?
So, is this how it feels
The feeling of loneliness
In the trash can?
In the still of a summer night,
Softly playing, stars so bright
Seeking hearts, in moonlight
Joy stirs in those who delight
In the wonder of this sight
Glorious stillness feels so right
Journey'd, life captures me
in the forest of your green
I am the tree
you are the roots
nourishing the senses
one little sip at a time
In the shadows I await
for the sunlight,
a metamorphosis
that makes me grow
and a wanting to know
how to feel
how to create
I bleed myself on paper in form of poetry
Words that are always left unsaid
Despite the secret meetings our eyes held
It is only in this secret garden of mine
Where I can confess, experience love and intimacy
Then heartache followed by anxiety
Whatever you feel, I hope it inspires your being. Blessings.
Feels like home
By Michelle Morris
25/04/2026
Feels like home
Feels like home
Holds your heart
Feels like home
Feels like love
Feels like love
Holds your heart
Feels like love
Feels like hope
Feels like hope
Holds your soul
Feels like hope
Feels like joy
Feels like joy
Holds your soul
Feels like joy
Feels like peace
Feels like peace
Holds your being
Feels like peace
Feels like faith
Feels like faith
Holds your being
Feels like faith
© Michelle Morris, 2026
Falling, I am flying through time forever or fleeting,
Racing down, my death I dread,
Greatness- spite gravity! To the ground's last meeting.
To elements I am bared, bereaved of wings beating,
Heaven and earth, earth and heaven, howling fills my head,
Falling, am I flying through time forever or fleeting?
Reluctant, my eyes raise; Is this worth repeating?
To unlock a mind unsteady, understanding what's unsaid?
Greatness, despite gravity or to the ground's last meeting?
Castaway, cast away your care; Now cured, I'm competing,
Substantial or supposed, still these wings I spread.
Falling, now I am flying through time, forever fleeting.
Desperately I double down, my energy depleting,
I refuse that reality, my needle I re-thread
With greatness- spite gravity! To the ground's very last meeting.
Grow or die grateful; This gale I am greeting,
Leaving my loneliness, To freedom I am led
Falling, I am flying through time forever, fleeting
Greatness, despite gravity, till the ground's last meeting.
How can anyone hate sunsets?
The trees that know secrets and gossip instantly go speechless.
The chirping birds start to hover in the sky, wishing the light would linger a little longer.
A few more moments of the rays finding my eyes through the spaces between the tall trees.
At 6:00 in the evening, every day, the world’s chaos comes down to a calm stillness.
Weather that feels like the happy ending of your favourite movie.
The pure gold in the sun brings light to our lifeless eyes.
A moment where you and your soul have conversations that are often left unspoken.
Understanding that your thoughts and your mind meet once a day,
and suddenly, loneliness feels like something that exists only in the outside world.
A mixture of peace, melancholy, longing—
a touch of all those grey emotions that somehow make it feel ethereal.
That’s what sunsets feel like.
It's almost
the end of February,
my city is doomed
by the new blizzard;
I'm thinking of you so sadly
in thought
and so sweetly in heart.
Only yesterday we were two puppies
running faster than a deer
on that meadow where
we exchanged kisses and caresses;
while staring at crimson clouds...
exploding in cheer.
Nothing feels
warmer than your hug,
I squeeze this cold pillow
inviting in much sorrow;
I share the loneliness
of a shivering dog,
left alone by the door,
shut off from the outside world
that despises
Nature's behavior.
Too dim is sunlight
on this Sunday afternoon;
we smuggle up
under the warmest blanket,
giggling, hiding
from the gleamless moon:
never waking up.
Nothing feels warmer
than your hug,
winter is the longest season,
we trick it and find a clever reason
to beat boredom with songs
that offer a hundred joys.
They can brag they've found happiness:
we have found a thousand Heavens.
it feels like Spring’s sprung
don’t wait on me, I am gone!
time off for myself
@@
@|@|@
\ | /
Taking time off
I’ll miss you soupers~
One man feels inferior
The other man makes mistakes and becomes superior
Faltering does not halt your purpose
It exposes your path to greatness
Brokenness will enter your heart
Going through it will enhance your path
One man feels inferior
The other man makes mistakes and becomes superior
The interior of your heart will change and
Arrange your thoughts for good or bad
Both are by your side
You will collide with the substance of error
Exposing the terror of giving up
One man feels inferior
The other man makes mistakes and becomes superior
So never give up!
Mark Frank
Copyright 2026
Sub Categories
Looking for the formal definition, structure, and history of this poetry form? Visit the Poetry Dictionary entry below. Then return to explore how PoetrySoup members bring the form to life through their own poems.