Short Imaginationautumn Poems
Short Imaginationautumn Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Imaginationautumn by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Imaginationautumn by length and keyword.
Young autumn
Bathes in moonlight
Young autumn
Breathes tonight
Orange moon,
Captures the soul
Then, you separate
The blue and the gold
When we
Are young
And tall
We think that
That we know
It all
Wearing our
Heart on
Our sleeves
Falling through life
Like autumn leaves
Light, you are this
Calm and translucent form
Stretching and bending
Through mending walls
Then you burst into
The radiant colors of
This silent autumn
Colorful rainbows
Pouring from
This deep rosemary sky
Through grateful hands
This autumn forest
Knowing how bright
To shine her maple leaves
Always sharing nature’s glory
Almost autumn in the air
Do not wait for me
Almost time to paint the leaves
Do not wait for me
Almost reason to etch this sky
Breathless heart, we meet, again
Almost night this dark wine sea
Do not wait for me
The beautiful years
When spring takes her place,
With the young and
Summer rolls in this red barn,
With a hoot owl, and autumn brings
Her basket full of golden-orange leaves and
Winter makes her smooth ice cream-white snow
sweet mother dear
my spirit is
this ship wreck
without an anchor
without a compass
i cried for weeks
here on my knees
what have i
done with my life
this fallen autumn leaf
I brought you
so much grief
now every minute
in my life
is filled with
change
mother you
give me life
Dreams like light-waves,
in my memory.
Birds of loneliness,
night-songs,
flowering days,
gone.
Tides,
waves of silence
forced
into daydreams.
The horizon,
verges – dissolving
like far desires.
In the hours of silence,
falls remembrance
like autumn leaves
in an uncertain future.
Dreams remain
like light-waves
in my thoughts.
take
you take what
is given unto thee but
it is better to give then receive
when we believe we walk down
this road of faith again but
when you take
you take this love away from me
you take the branch from the tree
you break this heart of clay
that lives inside of me
you take all that i have
unfortunately
then you take
my autumn leaves away
Burnt toast horizons singe the autumn sky.
Cinnamon swirls smoke the golden hour,
awaiting the drizzled frosting of ashen night.
Pluck the taunt string of barren branch.
Whip the laggard moonlight white.
Bring forth the banshee’s breath.
Scorch the sockets of pumpkin
impaled in fallow fields.
“Gather, Oh come! Ye ghosts
beneath the apple tree."