Autumn Love Poems | Examples
These Autumn Love poems are examples of Love poems about Autumn. These are the best examples of Love Autumn poems written by international poets.
It was autumn when first we met
The cool of the November air
Trying to suppress the fire that grew
As time marched on, we grew ever closer
His life entwined with mine, becoming one
I had finally found my destiny
The one that God made just for me
My search was over, as was his
We finally found home.
My love for him was undying
And he told me the same
His desk is lined with photographs
Memories frozen in time
Testimony to our undying love
Many years ago, I gave him my whole heart
He still keeps it in a jar on his desk
Among the photographs.
I wrote these humble verses for Elise.
For all my weeping, all my yearning,
I have no real possessions - only these.
And now, the dying leaves are turning
from youthful green to ocher on the trees,
my heart, all shallow comfort spurning,
is calling through the twilight for Elise.
I wrote these verses, weeping for Elise.
Swallows, to the South returning,
are borne off on the autumn's sobbing breeze
and, looking up, a soul is burning -
I long to soar with them, across the seas,
but cannot watch without discerning
some part of me which hopes, yet, for Elise.
Another huge turkey was caught
The big pheasant was housed in the vault
For consumption
Not for admiration
I'm neither talking about the wild turkey
Who’s running for President
Nor the one which is a country
Now embroiled
And roiled in turmoil
I am talking about the noisy pheasant
That we all like to fest on the last Thursday
Of November every year, and on New Year’s Day.
I can’t wait to enjoy its thighs and wings
I can’t wait afterwards to make the swings
Squeak and cry, because we all weigh more
Than before: the skinny, the rich and the poor.
Happy Thanksgiving Day everybody
The President already pardoned a gorgeous turkey.
Hebert Logerie Wednesday, November 25, 2015
You roam my mind as a ghost in a haunted house
Each day my love for you sprouts
Sweet angel of love, I shout your name in my heart
You are a masterpiece of art
I'm roam around blind to the world ,
All I see is you and I together growing old
You're the maple leaf of my autumn
You are a part of me I can't fathom
The timelessness of our memories lingers in your presence
The best part of you for me is your essence
If I was your rain I would shower you with love
And I seriously meant all things mentioned above
Mirror mirror
On the wall
As an amber autumn leaf
I too shall fall
Nothing is promised
Not even life itself
Except if you live
You too shall meet death
So live your life well
Be happy and true
Dare to denim care
And return love too
Watch the sun rise
Enjoy the view
When moon is high
Take it in too
For life flies by in scenes
No matter your age
Sometimes it seems
To just be a phase
Until it passes
And you’ve prayed
For rose colored glasses
Of yesterday
Home again, the room spins to reveal the equinoctial corners, two autumnal wests and two spring easts. The ruminating elderly here speak volumes; ironclad tomes. Against the backmost window propped up in the soon to be river of cool silver spouting, is the hint of a purr, a silken silly ruffle of dead-quiet sharpness. The hum of spring in the east and the low drawl of the west closes the act.
See, my love, autumn is coming.
From the black clouds, raindrops are falling.
My body is aching, my memory is fading.
Inside me, my heart is stalling.
Listen, my love, to the cries in the night,
I'm a simple mortal who puts up a fight.
My story is told by a man who can't talk,
As all my thoughts are lost in the dark.
See, my love, winter is coming!
My blood is so cold, my hands are shaking.
The world is too heavy, my shoulders are weakened,
So let me go, for I am awaited.
Listen, my love, screams from the caves;
People that are dead call me from graves.
Those are my friends from far, far away
That call me in death to rot in the clay.
the silence before a storm
Sounds like my best friend laughing
The same laugh that I’ve known since I was six years old
Sitting alone on the swing set
It’s like dragonfly wings over a pond
It sounds like the heavy breathing after a long race to the end of the sidewalk
It sounds the way it feels
To be able to see your breath for the first time all year
It sounds like the friendship of autumn and spring
It sounds like you did when you said you would never leave
And the slam of the door when you did
And my sobs to your voice over the phone
The silence after a storm sounds like the loudest “I hate you”
Shouted into the face of someone who has never done anything
But love you.
The hour after you left, I called my best friend
And we laughed over something stupid
I rode my bike down to the pond
Sat down
Breathing heavily as I watched the dragonflies zipping across the surface of the water
And I finally realized why they name storms after people.
is it really that simple?
they tell me who i should
and shouldn't love
but i'm falling for her
her red-orange curls setting like the sun
and those judgemental green eyes
peering up from walls of glass
i suppose she isn't simple either
but with a heart of gold
and her calculating brain of a million ideas
her hands sculpted like a pianist
i think it's simple
We often say that we can do without winter
how it is endlessly long and brutally cold
Think of it as the earth needing a rest
to rebuild strength and restore its energy
Autumn delights with its colourful display
before all signs of life inevitably decay
The snow covers across the land
much like a seasoned magician performing
A bit of patience on our part to best savour
the awaited spectacle of spring's rebirth
My eyes bleeds memories which tastes like salt and water staining my skin
I sit with your ghost in my dark room and go through our pictures when we we used to laugh so hard at the thought of us ever being apart.
You said you would kill me if I ever left you,
but you never warned me that you would do that by living inside my mind all the time instead of using a knife in my body.
The flowers I gave you withered in autumn like the love you had for me,
But I have loved you since summer when the sun used to kiss your face.
If I could go back and reverse time I would write our story again with the ending same,only to end up in grief and vain.
But this time I will not burn the letters and stare at our photographs instead I will be the grave you bring flowers to and the memory which haunts you so that you would know the taste of my grief of being alone in nights like these
The grave will have my body but my soul will live inside you.
The valley opens
Through fields of green
A poetic verse flutters free
As Autumn leaves
In pastel hues
Reach the ground
In a colorful muse
I lie beside a field of dream
And sketch a poem
Of all I've seen
Of youth and dreams
And love redeemed
Through clouds of white
I twine the light
A moment in time
A greatful sigh
For you my friend
I live this life
For now alone
Just you and I
This night of stars with moonlight glow
has brought us a memory from long ago
When stars aligned in an Autumn sky
And we were young lovers who heard a sigh
As we quenched our hearts from love's wellsprings
In our dreamers' flight on breathless wings
When our hearts became blooms of intimacy
And all of love was a warm feast of delicacy
That opened the guarded door of surrender
to bury us in raptured arms of our love's ember
Where our souls danced on the edge of fantasy
and time was lost in molten mystic majesty
Beneath the universe of Autumn's starry arena
When ardor's ambrosia covered our hearts patina
From each kiss shared in enchanted sincerity
Revealed by the star-lit sky and its clarity
That led us to a night of stars with moonlight glow
And brought us a memory from long ago
Though Sorrow May Sleep,Justice Wakes
O child,don't hang your head,never bow in shame,
Your tears are rivers angels swims through deep,
He took your piece but Heaven knows his name-
No crimes of his can't in God's silence sleep.
Duck low,my soul,through ashes, sing your pain,
The Lord hears through church bells crack fade,
No evil seedling can flourish in that rain-
No sin can hide underneath cross he made.
So walk and walk through dark and broken lands,
The good will fly you when your faith grows small;
Their hearts are lamps lit by love's hands,
Their arms the choir that catches those who fall.
Rise,daughter,-rise,and clap your ways ways anew,
The storm is fierce,but God still walks with you.
Autumn fades away
Under a canopy of Winter dreams
Trekking through the fileds of white
A blustery evening of fading light
Tumbling clouds of snow bursts free
Quickly rolling to plant a seed
A Winter Wonderland is close at hand
As I reach our homestead
I hold out my hand
I stir the fire and share the news
Of love so fortunate
A story of you
Twenty years have passed with ease
My loving fortress
Just you and me
~
Together we watch the last fluttering leaves
And cuddle by the fire
Sharing so many memories
~
December once again
December once again