Reunited
He went on many years before her
Leaving her all alone
Lately her sadness and loneliness
Had only seen to grown
For fifty years they’d been together
Walking side by side
Now her desire to go on with him
Has dried up and died
Her days seemed so long
Her mind unoccupied
In a rocking chair, in a darken room
From the world she tired to hide
Memories as company
Tears would fill her eyes
She had the need to be with him
She couldn’t say good-bye
Then one bright autumn morning
Her wishes did come true
Her body went to rest
And her soul quickly flew
Reunited with her loved one
She no longer had to wait
When she appeared
He was waiting at the gate
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
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…
Once upon a time
In many peoples lives
Males met a female
And they turned into wives
The garden was so fertile
Many seeds were sown
So many lawns were laid
Our spirits having grown
Undulations rise
As relationships recede
Do we finally reach
That point of exceed
This garden can no longer
Grow green, prosper and true
It's like the Autumn season
It can die in front of you
Ones soul can be so broken
Just like it has been raided
When your levy breaks
You know your rose has faded
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/life-3.php
Fallen leaves, naked trees, cool air is all around.
A gentle breeze blowing leaves.
She came and went like autumn in a small town.
Seattle summertime is all
Forgotten, in an ugly fall
Of fog, and ever-soaking rain
That hammers heavy down
Upon a woman’s window-pane,
As I am leaving town.
Her only souvenirs are some
Of my romantic poems from
Illusions of an August love,
That left her out of breath—
Before her artist-image of
Me died an autumn death.
October teaches her that I
Had my ambitions up too high,
Imagining I’d ever be
Remembered by a book.
But all of her was offered free
For taking, so I took.
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.