Long Loveautumn Poems
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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.
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"
Like a bitter taste and an acid stinging flavor,
Your sour flow I contemplate and savor.
Over to our spot walking through the night alone,
and hoping you cared enough to come here on your own,
but its uncomfortably empty and the spot is dark where,
thought was the same and love became aware,
reminsing through the chain of memories provided
wading in a story all lost and decided
I'm here to remember you,
here, to remember you.
sensing the difference in time and space and all that's changed,
summer into autumn in every way I feel estranged,
in that misty breeze once filled with intimate connection,
now blows in the truth of failure and rejection,
and the swampy distilled energy conveying our ended communion
the easy winded reads display the movement of my wounded emotion.
Even the stars that shine once relinquished all walls and resistance,
now they shine just to remind me of the mental and physical distance.
Still, I'm here to remember you,
here, to remember you.
to torture myself I prefer to the apathetic numb,
cause the pain of you is still a piece of you,
or I wouldn't I wouldn't have come
Wouldn't have come, couldn't have come here.
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:
There’s a nip in the air and it’s time to be scary
as goblins and gremlins abound;
monsters, the un-dead, in hideous costumes
who stumble, yet don’t make a sound.
But Hannah and he went as Arthur and Guinevere,
friends ever since second grade,
thinking that they would get oodles of loot
for the lovable couple they made.
Appealing to parents, romantics at heart,
who had suffered too much from the gore,
they were stately and regal, dressed up to the nines,
representing two sweethearts of yore.
Judging by weight, and the shape of their booty,
they got way far more than their share,
jack o’ lanterns were sputtering, sparklers died out
as they strolled, hand in hand, through the square.
Sifting through carefully, sorting their stuff,
he was looking for two Hershey’s Kisses,
he found two in bottom, beneath a crushed Kit-Kat,
an omen, a moment of bliss.
They ate them in silence as he walked her home
‘neath the oak trees on Old Orchard Grove,
on that cold Autumn night as he kissed her just right
they felt warmth, the first inkling of love!
At the end of the day...
When you are tired
When you have worked too hard
I will take your hand and lead you
Through the woods to the mountain pool
I will undress you
And carry you
Into the cool refreshing water
I will wash your silken hair under the waterfall
I will caress your tired body
And invigorate you with sweet smelling oils
Crushed from wild herbs
I will kiss you dry
And dress you in a gossamer gown
And lead you back to our table
I will feast you on fruits of the forest
And jasmine tea
Then I will take you in my arms
To our bed of moss
And under an eiderdown of autumn leaves
I will caress your body
My hands and my lips will explore you
Gently tracing an outline of your sensual curves
I will linger in the hills
And slowly cross the plain
And when I reach the essence of your femininity
We will wrap our bodies around each other
And dance in unison to the fire of our passion
And I will love you and treasure you
Honour and protect you
Until the end of time
Beneath the Maple
Her smile lit the autumn scene
With leaves of rust and gold
Which fell beneath the maple tree
Left standing in the cold
Each leaf a little lie he told
To hide his inner pain
And now they fall like drops of ice
In freezing winter rain
So like the lonely maple tree
Beneath the stormy sky
He stands in darkness all alone
And begins to wilt and die
Her smile was the sunshine
The warm fulfilling glow
That gave him strength and courage
To live his life and grow
Yet deep inside he felt a shame
That he could not control
So he hid behind a thousand leaves
And would not bare his soul
Its funny how the maple tree
Is hidden from the sun
Until she is so far away
That his leaves all come undone
He will try so hard to reach her
Standing naked in his mess
So cold inside without her
As he’s trying to confess
He cannot live without her
He’s finally seen the light
And nothing comes before her
She is all that’s in his sight
By: Jeremy Siedlecki
By the city sight, and bright moonlight, we had watched a landing plane.
with my fingers crossed, in the autumn frost, i had hoped youd felt the same
we had slow carressed, and my beating chest, felt as if it were on fire
and I felt so high, looking towards the sky, next to whom i deep desire
So to rimmon rock
full of promise talk
and of holding hands and hearts
I shall not return
lest the memory burn
like your bright eyes in the dark
So we fled the night, to a barroom blight, thick with tension and with booze
and we drank away, with not much to say, letting awkward silence loose
You were locked inside, the place you hide, too afraid to let me in
You want just a friend, and at that it ends, before it could begin.
up at Rimmon rock
i had too much stock
in the future we might start
but it's gone away
and its hard to say
that i ever touched your heart
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.
When I think about you, I think of forever.
You're the glue that holds me together.
When I think about you, I think of home.
I worship the ground you walk on.
When I think about you, I think of success.
You fill my life with so much happiness.
When I think about you, I think of the Autumn Air.
Your pretty face and the gentle breeze blowing through your hair.
When I think about you, I think of ecstacy.
Your sexy body laying naked next to me.
When I think about you, I think of your smooth creamy skin tone.
Your kiss on my collar bone.
When I think about you, I think of the taste of your lips.
Your yummy thighs and curve of your hips.
When I think about you, I think of the completeness in my life.
The profound joy of growing old with you as my wife!