Autumn Lyric Poems | Examples
These Autumn Lyric poems are examples of Lyric poems about Autumn. These are the best examples of Lyric Autumn poems written by international poets.
Autumn
A northwest breeze gently caresses my face,
and nine days linger until first day of fall.
Each change of seasons I readily embrace,
I see cascading leaves and hear Geese that call.
winter
Then comes winter with it’s seasonal blast,
when often, tree branches, wear winter attire.
Frequently this season leaves me downcast,
but the smouldering fire becomes my pacifier.
spring
Then buds sprout and grass begins to green,
spring always brings with it new birth.
I watch songbirds as they sing and preen,
and plant things that grow in God’s rich earth.
Summer
Summer is the season of some harsh extremes,
a sweltering heat index often affects my inhaling.
It conjures up my visions of rippling streams,
each season becomes a portrait God’s unveiling.
Spring — Passion
Kintsugi dawn—
white plum scents night air
tea rises in stillness.
Cranes cross pale sky;
child laughter drifts on moss.
A garden remembers.
Summer — Vocation
Tatami breathes—
cicada shells cling
reborn softly.
Koi flicker below
ripples fade in quiet hands.
Evening thunder calls—
incense drifts
forms bow.
Autumn — Mission
Fox lanterns kindle
shoji float through silver mist—
ancestral spirits stir.
Stray dog nestles
by the gate;
even strays seek warmth.
Tea vapor
recalls morning.
Winter — Profession
Snow settles
on stone lanterns
pine needles in palm.
Cold brushes fingertips.
Crane arcs slowly—
silhouette lingers on old walls.
Work kneaded
with laughter;
fire clothes darkness.
Completion — All Seasons as One
Sakura scatter—
petals dance
mirror tea vapor.
Breath holds the garden.
Circle closes
opens anew.
Tea cools,
reflects sky—
time folds gently.
I beheld the quaking aspen, shaking and gold
I quaked in resonance with the breeze
If you're young inside, you never get cold
Its recriminations that make your spirit freeze
I wept beneath the weeping willow
It felt like the right place to cry
Under its cascades I found a pillow
Had a sad feeling, didn't know why.
When autumn colored I found a burning bush
Its red leaves engrossed my mind
I was aimless; needed a push
A small voice told me which path to find.
The wind sounded eerie through the screaming tree
I thought of ghosts, and the sum of all fears
I looked for clues at the canopy
I learned life was not as it appears
They laugh when I followed the cedar and oak
then turn around to tie their ship to any fad
To be swayed by trees may be a joke
But following herd river is just as bad.
I'll take a subliminal hint from every tree
Can you trace your worldview from what planted the seed?
I'll go with botany, to some degree
You can go with the river; I'll go with this creed.
As yellow leaves wither in the autumn breeze,
only apathetic thoughts remain
in this nonchalant existence of
my diseased body and over the hill mind!
It reminds me a time of agility,
A time of struggle and celebrations,
An age when dreams of a better future bloomed,
And leaping up those stairs to pluck the petals of success.
The illusion of youth, believing I would remain the same forever,
My beauty, once admired by the mirror,
My body, that lied about its boundless strength,
And the willpower that upheld my beliefs!
Now, my poor mind, dreadfully distressed,
on the fritz of my worn body parts.
Here I am, at the dusk of my life,
panting and staring at the steep stairs
called ‘rest of my time’!
I wonder, are there any tears left
to cry over the memories of my vigorous days?
Or, has time swallowed even the sorrow, leaving only silence?
It’s an autumn night
a summer breeze
hot and blowing
our moon above
a guiding light
is glowing
if I could fetch you
the moon on a spoon
just to see your
silhouette
in this light
you are beautiful
will you marry me
once again
i love you
Edward J Ebbs - 03/01/2025
In desperate hours, when darkness reigns
And worldly treasures seem forever lost in vain
When power and wealth, like fleeting dreams, dissolve
Leaving me forsaken, with no way to evolve
Show me the path, O guiding light
That pierces through life's plodding night
When metaphysical forces hold sway
And all my efforts end in disarray
My wealth, a worthless trinket, cannot save
My certificates, like autumn leaves, wither and wave
When situations, like unyielding mountains, tower high
And everywhere is blocked, with no escape to the sky
Oh, my creator, show me the path
Lead me through the right way, where love and hope forever last
Let me be a solution provider, a beacon in the night
Let me be great, not in pride or fame, but in the wisdom to guide others to the light
Show me the path, that I may lead the way
And in the darkness, be a shining ray
Oh, my maker, show me the path.
A time will come when skilled hands, once a master's tool,
Will lay still, their craftsmanship, a forgotten rule.
Eyes that shone like stars, bright with knowledge and might,
Will dim, like embers, losing their radiant light.
Degrees, once proudly worn, like badges of honor bright,
Will gather dust, their value, lost in endless night.
The scent of odza room, that fragrant, sacred space,
Will fade, as memories, like autumn leaves, erase.
The mind, a canvas, once alive with vibrant hue,
Will freeze, as judgment's brush, paints a different view.
Creation's spark, that fueled my soul's desire,
Will flicker out, leaving only ashes, cold as fire.
Mansions built, with sweat and toil, will crumble, lost,
Buried beneath, the silence, of a forgotten coast.
My last whisper, a final breath, a moment's sigh,
Will echo through eternity, as the curtain falls, and I say goodbye.
Night, day, or morning, my last moment draws near,
A mystery, known only to the keeper of the year.
When will your last whisper be? Will it be dawn's first light?
Or dusk's last shadow? Only time, the thief, holds the sight.
Homage To The Leaf
Miracle Man
10/28/2024
From buds they sprout in early spring,
providing the tree with its summer wear.
They shade the songbirds as they sing,
and provide an escape from summers glare.
Powered by sunlight photosynthesis occurs,
they’re living food workshops for the tree.
Each coming spring this phenomenon recurs,
they provide a shade for drinking iced tea.
From naked branches leaves sprout and cling,
Little attention is given until colors turn.
For only once each year they do their thing,
Each autumn, I rake, I bag, mulch or burn,
“Poems are made by fools like me,
but only God can make a tree”
Joyce Kilmer
I stand at the wooded edge
where goldenrod bows with the wind's wave
its yellow heads nodding in agreement.
A chickadee perches
its heart a tiny drum of joy
echoing the forest's pulse.
In this moment a smile radiates—
not mine but the earth's—
a ripple spreading
a gentle caress touching all it meets.
A maple leaf lets go
red-gold luminous
spinning down in a silent dance
a quiet farewell to summer's warmth.
I catch it as a gift.
How strange, this silk
between bird, leaf, and human
this quiet belonging that holds
as frost approaches.
What is this feeling
but love's quiet whisper?
This moment
but life itself, distilled
to its essence?
And now, having tasted
this wild sweetness
how will you carry
your one precious life?
In shadows deep where doubts conspire,
I stumbled through the night’s cold mire,
Yet whispered hope, a gentle spark,
Awoke my heart within the dark.
With weary hands and fragile dreams,
I wandered lost in silent screams,
But grace descended like the dawn,
A tender light on paths I’d drawn.
Through storms of life that tossed my soul,
Where every step took its toll,
Your mercy found me in despair—
A soothing balm upon my care.
When guilt would wrap its heavy chain,
And sorrow draped like autumn rain,
You lifted me from depths so grave;
In love’s embrace, by grace I’m saved.
Each scar a story softly told,
Of battles fought and truths behold;
Yet through it all your voice remained—
A melody of peace unchained.
So here I stand with open heart,
With gratitude that won't depart;
For every trial led me to see—
The boundless grace that sets us free.
In every breath I feel the sway,
Of heaven's gift in soft array;
By grace alone I rise anew—
A testament to love so true.
Your beauty flows,
With your hair,
Like the waves,
Candlelit pleasure,
Violins of the moonlight,
Jazz in november,
The irises a lovely sight,
Ive never swayed in the vineyard,
Until with the moon,
Your love glowed,
Flowers bowing for the rain,
Autumn trees,
letting their leaves go,
Ive never swayed in the vineyard,
Until with the moon,
Your love glowed,
Your love flows its fine wine,
Flowers bowing for the rain
Reynaldo Casison
Autumn waltzes,
in the maple trees,
As the ballerinas,
And gypsies,
Are combing,
The waves and their hair,
With their love,
Let the golden leaves,
Bow in the vines,
Of the wind,
And the vineyards,
Warm its mangos,
Caress within caress,
Whoever is swaying,
Will sway sweetly,
Light midnight candles,
In exotic stillness,
Read warm and loving,
sonnets,
And hum like jazz nightingales,
While their hair glows,
With enchantments,
Like summer fireflies,
In the moonlight
Reynaldo Casison
Let the moon dream,
In our night sky,
So your sigh,
May caress its stars,
Ballerina, in the rainbow hours,
Your sighs bloom,
Like the roses,
Elegant, sweet, and rugged,
Glowing upon your veranda,
Within the summer,
and autumn shores,
Your sighs,
Gently flow with the waves,
Its maple baskets of honey,
Uncorked like champagne,
I desire you to sigh,
Like the lavendar flower,
I've been hymning for,
The earthy and exotic iris,
of a sublime heaven,
Sigh within the starry nights,
During daydreams,
Sigh for the moon,
Sigh for the nostalgia,
of shores,
Sigh for all that you love,
And sigh for this shy drifter,
Who loves you,
Even more than the moon,
And its shimmering stars,
When your gaze flutters,
And steadies,
With its wings,
and its fountains,
Sigh with the moonlight,
Within its dress,
Within its love,
Sigh for some comfort,
Its waves and croissants,
Sigh with a warm hymn,
And your love,
Within
Reynaldo Casison
Autumn lakes,
Leaves upon the green,
Crescent sweet in the sky,
and Your Beauty glows,
In all the stars
Mango wind,
Lilly in your hair, irises upon the shore,
Hem sweet in the wind,
And Your Beauty glows,
In all the stars
Reynaldo Casison
The moonlight caresses you like a lost robe,
Surreal and luminous dancer,
Stretching like a sunrise,
Gallops out of the twilights starry dress,
A rosekissed lilly remains dreaming,
In the warm blankets of your hair,
Darling lady,
Alone in the crowd,
Within the festive lights,
Tiara of the sublime nights,
The sweet waves of the shore,
Honeys gently within your soul,
With the solemn and vibrant hymns,
Of nightingales,
Wanderlust gypsies, autumn mango,
Caressing so deep in an exotic circle,
Their sighs with its rain and sun,
Sway into cherished flowers,
Dancing through the mists
Reynaldo Casison