Autumn Monorhyme Poems

Musical autumn leaves in slashes and swirls.
Flowing around me, making melodic curls.
Titters and skitters from mischievous squirrels,
What is more magical than September oak twirls?...

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Let’s rhyme as if we can and could
uncaught poet's schnook traced and pushed.
Writing rhymes words fluent posed well N, good
Poet on the end of each...

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Over verdant foothills, I often climb.
Through orchards of fragrant lemon and lime.
where the frosty air has a cooler clime
and valley views are stunningly sublime.

I hear...

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First day
of Fall—hey,
I love the way
I feel today


“Just a simple little ditty, not too long and not so witty, but a feel-good sweet refrain that...

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A former lyric to celebrate some bode
A lyric to praise someone who is a goad
A lyric in praise of the West Wind - an abode
Of...

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they lost Cassandra, their girl child on a breezy autumn day
I have looked all over said her worried absentee Daddy Jay
Her mother asked where are...

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Scottish Highland calf was a favorite in Dublin Town.
We loved his temperament, he was up, never down.
He bathed in roses, daisies, and autumn leaves, so...

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Aching, trembling like the dewdrop as it slides, wistful, across a petal… down a tearstained cheek – our ancestor’s heart’s quake  ~ quote by...

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Little witch hopscotches her cares away
October depression gives a quick sashay
I watch her skipping on this lovely autumn day
Seeing leaves that are turning brown and...

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warm-copper serene sky
artlessly proud poise high
Autumn's own palettes lie
in a scene kinder sigh

force through in wondrous high
migration birds loud cry
v-formation they fly
heaven bound they go...

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Twirling leaves of gold and brown
surrender humbly to death's round.
Summer memories autumns drown,
while whistling winds in woods resound.   
Squirrels scurry in hunt profound.
A...

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Asleep on a pile of hay 
my dreams are waiting for the day 
when summer relinquishes her ray 
to a re-canvassed season of red clay...

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November comes to a whimpering close
No harangues of wind or blustery snows,
Rather hopefully I watch as autumn goes
Thinking of wreaths and Christmas bows
The airwaves are...

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IN THE PLAYGROUND

by

LIZZY DUNKS

Juniors bulling readily.
Wind howling loudly. 
Infants spying quietly.
Dogs barking roughly.
Mums watching cruelly.
Cats purring softly.
Branches falling swiftly,

By Lizzy Dunks aged 7
Leslie Manser Primary...

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