Autumn Sonnet Poems

There are four seasons every year on earth.
They are Spring, Summer, Autumn, and Winter.
The season now is like boiling water.
This season is mostly good for...

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Days too long for the sun to bite still hard,
All trees bring forth leaves that are mostly green,
Different hues are what summer fails to preen,
With...

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pleading petals play gently in the sun
whispering joy across the sticky skin
summertime blessings cannot be outdone
however, autumn is her next of kin

praying roses and melancholic...

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Love has been described as a battlefield as it can leave us with scars that can be seen and unseen by others. 
Especially when the...

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Flammable I’m nor dry tinder,
Scare me nor threaten of lightning,
Past autumn and chilly winter,
I look forward to the next spring.

I’m already left with few leaves,
Let...

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Like late eve of a slowly dying year, 
Yellowing leaves await when falling down, 
Soon to get trodden when dried to dull brown, 
A few...

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Four seasons fill a year’s fullness of time
  and fills the core of human shell and gourd -
in that season of youth’s Spring balm...

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The leaves, long gone, each golden child carried
on autumn draft to reach a season's death,
portends bitter squalls will blow the harried
vines with long, cruel winter's...

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Do you hear them in the dark sky; voices.
Can you see them? They're in the moist cold wind. 
Strong feverish passionate rant noises. 
It's pined...

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I love the winter, the way it whirls my breath
Away; reminds me I am alive, there's hope.
I love the ferns bejeweled in snow, the heath
As...

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PETRARCH TRANSLATIONS

Sonnet XIV
by Petrarch
translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Lust, gluttony and idleness conspire
to banish every virtue from mankind, 
replaced by evil in his treacherous mind, 
thus...

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The springtime of our distant youth was when
 we made sweet love beneath a silver moon.
 The whole of life stretched out before us then....

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I hear the honking of geese overhead;
there is a chill lingering in the air.
And I see scarlet and crimson flames spread
across canopies of green everywhere.

Nights...

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Late autumn winds are quickening the leaves
igniting metamorphosis of fall
where spectral colors burst forth and enthrall
a rapture brief, then vanishes and flees.
With fading eyes, she...

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Alan was at a baseball park and caught   
Andy's fastball, playing catch. Unable   
to call his pal Sam tapping a bottle...

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