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’s a beautiful empire
Elms are standing in a row
In their autumnal attire
As if putting on a show
And the road is strewn with leaves
Down the Durham riverside
Where’s the car? Ah, here it is
Couldn’t notice at first sight..
Where we’re going? No idea..
Who’s the driver, I can’t see..
What’s your new address, my dear?
If you somehow hear me..
There's
No rush
This morning;
Take your time and
Breathe in the dawn air.
Voices are soft with sleep,
As if mimicking the breeze
Rustling through the bright autumn leaves.
A fresh pot of coffee is waiting,
And at the table, I see you are too.
I take my place beside you and feel
A content kind of laziness.
We talk, about nothing much,
But it fills my heart so;
And we talk for hours,
Our roots unmoved
By the time
Passing
By.
I love falling leaves red . . .
and the warm wind whispering and the swaying trees ~
as each spread !
the leaves of gold . . .
and all the confused sleepy bees~
behold !!
complain . . .
weeping in breeze ~
rain !!!
I love falling leaves red . . .
and all the confused sleepy bees ~
rain !!!!
I knew you in the springtime,
when shoots were green
and blossoms a-bloom! Mornings
Rosy pink and Fresh! No tint of gloom.
Our summers hot, fiery--sultry!
Unlike the autumn, spotted, with
scent of the tomb – now winter,
nearer the final page – stupid youth
my preference not wise old sage!
Darling you’re a picture show
In the albums we possess
Are you resting there? I know
That you weren’t keen to rest
Couldn’t you somehow remind
What the spirits are about
Give a tip I fail to find
Deep within me, and without
Darling it’s the autumn wind
Blowing here, and leaves are flying
Unprepared for winter’s stint
Weeds and grass are slowly dying
With the first stroke of the frost
Summer ends, and we get older
Though we aren’t as old, as lost
In the eye of the beholder..
a wondrous,enthusiastic, gemmed candlelight is a sublime,
melodious dream.
night sky, autumn stars:
my wife's gentle thoughtfulness
my son's compassion
Goodbye my little August
Here comes your time to fly
I’ve loved you, to be honest
Much better than July
September’s on the threshold
The summer paid its price
The autumn wind blows cold
Precedes the winter ice
Though many autumns I have seen
And winters in their prime
I couldn’t imagine it would seem
Like a delayed goodbye
More nights, my darling, without you
More leaves at your back door
But memories remain like new
We thought they would, before.
I WANT
I want to lose my breath when first we meet.
I want to behold my heart skip a beat.
I want to fall like I've not fallen yet.
I want to love once without a regret.
I want to laugh a laugh only we laugh.
I want to change my mind on your behalf.
I want to trust you without any doubt.
I want to adore you inside and out.
I want to feel when you've entered the room.
I want to sense the scent of your perfume.
I want to see that smile that's mine alone.
I want to chisel our love into stone.
I want to be your past, present, and hense.
I want to know you in the biblical sense.
I want to listen when your soul speaks to mine.
I want to dance with you, step out of time.
I want to feast upon this list and then,
I want to do them all over again.
The wind bloweth.......
Bloweth the chaff......
From the grains
The chaff is deserted like the desert
Like the fox in the Maghreb dunes
Deserted like the fig tree in Autumn
That is shedding leaves for winter
They deserted one by one
As they paid their respects
To the departed lying in state
One by one they left as they came
He was left all alone deserted
Death has left its streak of sting
He is a casualty. He is deserted
(Written 11th July, 2015)
Write my story, in rhymes and prayers
Light of joy, in the skies, quiet tears
Praise in colors of laughter, sincere hope
Ways of a spirit who knows how to cope
Tell the world about this love that grows
Smell the roses, where faith surely knows
Rains of the autumn rest on those who see
Pains are erased by love when I fall to my knee
Wake me up when September ends
And autumn’s breath chills white wind
Closing denim door on Summer’s heat
With delightful crisp air of fall breeze
I had a summer I wish to forget
The pain of lost love and red regret
It was a fling that began with spring
I believe in love but love is a dream
So another holiday I’ll spend with me
Not something I hate until winter’s freeze
But that’s welcoming seasons of change
Divorcing summer and heat stroked brain
Putting a log in brick fireplace so warm
And dust off novels to read that charm
Not giving up on love that’s a thrill
But taking time to love me I feel
So this winter I want silver solitude
I’ll write as therapy find my teal truth
Listen to my mahogany favorite tunes
Dancing alone at home in my birthday suit
I long to sleep until the leaves have gone
taking all the memories of summer love,
and dream until the winter’s dawn.
When the cloak of autumn is soon drawn;
when evening stars dance in the sky above,
I long to sleep until the leaves have gone.
Wind still sings in the Forest of Argonne,
I hear the song of my truelove
and dream until the winter’s dawn.
September dreams are like a swan
who flies entwined with her beloved,
I long to sleep until the leaves have gone.
Seasons stretch as nature yawns,
I hear the calling of spring doves
and dream until the winter dawns.
The memory of summer past is long
and autumn chill will soon unglove~
I long to sleep until the leaves have gone
and dream until the winter’s dawn.
The Depot
The morning sun begins to peek,
my shaking knees are feeling weak.
With heavy baggage in my hand,
it takes my strength to simply stand.
I am so numb the silence roars,
I have survived my endless wars.
Gazing at the train platform
remnants of the passing storm.
The grass glistens in the breaking sun
oblivious to the battle won.
Crowds disperse, the platform clears,
the whistle echoes in my ears.
To be alone at last, I breathe,
I'm taking in the autumn breeze.
My first steps forward, timid ones,
the light of day finally comes.
For I'm unsure what lies ahead,
will they love me now, wish me dead.
It matters none from here on in,
I fought the war, I fought the sin.
My body's weak but I am home,
my weary soul will cease to roam.
Debra
¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ the marvel
of your ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ eyes ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
the ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ rose of your ¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ cheek ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
I ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ regret
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ no flower ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦
for ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ my despair.
¦¦¦ you are my hidden treasure
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ my cross my ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ pain
if I am a dog ¦¦¦ you alone my master
¦¦¦¦¦ let me ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ adorn the branches of your river
with leaves of ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ Autumn.
(Blackout of Sonnet of the Sweet Complaint by Federico García Lorca)