Autumn Villanelle Poems | Examples
These Autumn Villanelle poems are examples of Villanelle poems about Autumn. These are the best examples of Villanelle Autumn poems written by international poets.
September dreams follow the night,
Whispering peace, sighing soft and still,
Like music, echoing the soul’s delight.
October visions seek those she’ll excite,
Shadowing the spirit with dewdrop’s spill,
September dreams follow the night,
November imaginings color hearts right,
Glorious dreams the soul will fulfill,
Like music, echoing the soul’s delight.
Melting moments that poets soon write.
Autumn’s kindness brings such a thrill.
September dreams follow the night,
Rustlings of crisp leaves, beneath moonlight,
Pouring out hope across the morning chill,
Like music, echoing the soul’s delight.
Leaves cling to souls when they take flight,
Leaving memories of autumn’s goodwill,
September dreams follow the night,
Like music, echoing the soul’s delight.
In autumn's dance, where secrets gently creep,
A mystery entwined with fading light,
Life's questions in the depths of shadows seep.
Each leaf that falls, a story to be told,
The beauty in decay, a spectral sight,
In autumn's dance, where secrets gently creep.
As twilight whispers softly, promises keep,
The world transforms, revealing its insight,
Life's questions in the depths of shadows seep.
The golden hues and whispers of the deep,
Through twilight's veil, in the embrace of night,
In autumn's dance, where secrets gently creep.
In every ember's glow, the memories we keep,
Through seasons' change, we strive to hold on tight,
Life's questions in the depths of shadows seep.
With nature's hand, the answers, we shall reap,
In autumn's grasp, our hopes take their flight,
In autumn's dance, where secrets gently creep,
Life's questions in the depths of shadows seep.
© Anindya Mohan Tagore
14-10-2023
Sunlight gleams through the branches of the trees,
Running feet rumbling the soft ground,
Clusters of red among the green leaves.
Children laughing, being chased by bees,
Snapping off apples, firm and round,
Sunlight gleams through the branches of the trees.
The smell of cider wafting in the breeze,
Wishing the orchard was open year-round ,
Clusters of red among the green leaves.
Dads lifting their children to the crowns with ease,
Excitement stirs as they spot the playground,
Sunlight gleams through the branches of the trees.
Tripping on roots, grass stains on their knees,
Mothers listening to their laughter, the loveliest sound,
Clusters of red among the green leaves.
Rolling down the paths until the grass makes them sneeze,
The happiest place, where apples surround.
Sunlight gleams through the branches of the trees,
Clusters of red among the green leaves.
Wild rambling roses of a pinkish bloom
dance in the breeze down by the sea.
Roots grasping deep in the tall wavy dunes.
Pussy Willows growing in a grandiose plume.
Cat birds cry from a tall shimmering tree.
Wild rambling roses of a pinkish bloom.
Summer is now here, so we all assume.
white gulls soar in the blue sky above me.
Roots grasping deep in the tall wavy dunes.
Nocturnal shadows creep into my room.
I fill my cherished cup with a green tea.
Wild rambling roses of a pinkish bloom.
Essence of lilac, such a lovely perfume.
Soon to be autumn and the wonderful jubilee.
Roots grasping deep in the tall wavy dunes.
Strong winds blow-up a sand simoom.
I sit on the deck with a glass of Chablis,
Wild rambling roses of a pinkish bloom;
Roots grasping deep in the tall wavy dunes.
Trees ablaze in glory before they shed
Their coat of autumn colours that ignite
Nature’s palette of orange, yellow, red
A harvest to reap what is sown and spread
Bountiful crop of ripe fruit to delight
Trees ablaze in glory before they shed
Acorns, chestnuts, berries, fall where you tread
Leaves of threaded colour drop from a height
Nature’s palette of orange, yellow, red
Migrating birds called farewell as they fled
A shorter day becomes a longer night
Trees ablaze in glory before they shed
Sweet smell of cinnamon and gingerbread
Amber bonfires light up a crisp, dark night
Nature’s palette of orange, yellow, red
Autumn falls with all her splendour to spread
Last burst of colour before winters blight
Trees ablaze in glory before they shed
Nature’s palette of orange, yellow, red
In my row of bushes remains one rose
not wilted yet nearby the garden bed -
Last rose of fall in beautiful repose.
Roses tend to perish when chill wind blows.
Her sister roses vanished in her stead.
In my row of bushes remains one rose.
Her ruby petals still unfurled she shows
although long days of cozy warmth have fled.
Last rose of fall in beautiful repose!
Although each fall day swiftly comes and goes
and soon to winter Autumn shall be wed,
in my row of bushes remains one rose.
It rains a bit. Sometimes it even snows.
It seems as if this flower has no dread -
last rose of fall in beautiful repose.
It won’t be long now as the coldness grows
all blossoms everywhere here will be dead.
In my row of bushes remains one rose -
Last rose of fall in beautiful repose.
Nov. 16, 2022
For the Third-Person Villanelle Poetry Contest of L MILTON HANKINS
It's here- that special time of year- once more,
when autumn leaves bid their farewell to trees
to spread bright cheer o'er summer's old decor.
The velvet green that covered them before-
no longer kissed by summer's gentle breeze.
It's here- that special time of year, once more.
Such lovely, pastel blooms, the summer bore;
now sturdy plants of bright fall colors, please-
to spread bright cheer o'er summer's old decor.
Along a path, or gracing a front door-
they can withstand temps lower in degrees;
it's here- that special time of year- once more.
The autumn paints new landscapes to explore
warm, burnished scenes before the winter freeze;
to spread bright cheer o'er summer's old decor.
As autumn splays its red and gold splendor-
for sure, this beauty always will appease.
It's here- that special time of year, once more
to spread bright cheer o'er summer's old decor.
November 3, 2022
Premiere Contest: Third-Person Villanelle
Sponsor: L Milton Hankins
Autumn festivals dot the landscape
Especially around the rural countryside,
Providing a welcomed weekend escape.
Halloween decorations made of crepe
Orange ribbons on the old hayride,
Autumn festivals dot the landscape.
Pumpkins scattered about, all agape,
Some with a lighted candle inside,
Providing a welcomed weekend escape.
Hay bales in their usual oblong shape
Become seats on the ride, all dried
Autumn festivals dot the landscape.
A nip in the air says wear a warm cape
Colorful leaves drift along for the ride
Providing a welcomed weekend escape.
Overhead, fluffy animals in a cloudscape
Amusing adventure where lovers confide
Autumn festivals dot the landscape
Providing a welcomed weekend escape.
Written September 28, 2022
Far beyond the moonlit corn maze
the silence of true terror lies
within the bonfire’s burning blaze;
‘Urban legend’ isn’t just a paraphrase;
In short it may bring about your demise,
far beyond the moonlit corn maze;
Dressed in October’s magical craze
never controlled though everyone tries,
within the bonfire’s burning blaze;
Gaudy leaves color autumn days;
Darkness fools many with it’s disguise,
far beyond the moonlit corn maze;
Shadows of a spell binding chase;
Endless images horrify smiling eyes
within the bonfire’s burning blaze;
Your fears linger in your mind always,
this haunted event has built a franchise;
Far beyond the moonlit corn maze
within the bonfire’s burning blaze.
It seems that time is going much too fast;
a year goes by in just a flash- a crime!
Oh, how I wish that each of them could last.
This month of August soon becomes the past;
like yesterday, flew last year's Summertime.
It seems that time is going much too fast.
The Autumn chill will shortly be broadcast-
replacing Summer days of pleasant clime.
Oh, how I wish that each of them could last.
Before I know it, the cold months will cast
those icy storms and mounds of snow; meantime,
it seems that time is going much too fast.
Though Holidays warm up the Winter blast-
those days fly quick, like those of Christmastime!
Oh, how I wish that each of them could last.
When this December ends, one year has passed!
But, then comes hope- the days of new Springtime!
It seems that time is going much too fast.
Oh, how I wish that each of them could last.
August 19, 2022
Premiere Contest: First Person Villanelle Poetry Contest
Sponsor: L Milton Hankins
The last days and the bright sunshine setting
You can see the stars in fading sunlight.
When the sun fades, moonlight lever shining.
Not as mates, more as buddies we're waiting.
Not just cautious buddies or close friends sight.
The last days and the bright sunshine setting
Wildlife takes time and quaint is quieting.
Birds nest in treetops as cascade the night.
When the sun fades, moonlight lever shining.
Don't miss this time; on my shoulder leaning.
Autumn leaves turn auburn and frost soon bright.
Ending day and glaring sun are setting.
Stick together like a blade storm darling.
When the moon moves, the sunlight remains white.
When the sun fades, moonlight lever shining.
Laugh when you write about river bending.
You and I in each other's eyes peering.
The last days and the bright sunshine setting.
When the sun fades, moonlight lever shining.
Written: July 11, 2022
Once again unrelenting sadness knocks at my door,
Like the inveterate seeker of my generous charity
Calls on others like me and always demanding more.
Could it be that I am a lone favored mark to score?
And I am deigned to entertain gloom incessantly
Once again, unrelenting sadness knocks at my door.
Would that I could be like others who in autumn soar
And, seeing in falling leaves, they hope abundantly,
Calls on others like me and always demanding more.
I find at autumn’s advent a bitter chilling to the core
Rising to the level of self-uncontrolled ascendancy,
Once again, unrelenting sadness knocks at my door
Every year I have vowed I’ll not suffer again, I swore,
But this annual sadness I cannot explain from infancy
Calls on others like me and always demanding more.
Worse still, I have become a nauseous, weary boor,
Complaining and whining that this SAD has primacy.
Once again, unrelenting sadness knocks at my door
Calls on others like me and always demanding more.
written October 30, 2021
When dark clouds overshadow the sun’s ray
And gloom spreads over the countryside
While the daisies bowed their heads to pray,
Knowing they have this last somber day
Before their golden petals are thrust aside
When dark clouds overshadow the sun’s ray.
After the rain, I stroll the meadow highway
In early afternoon, happy and wide-eyed,
While the daisies bowed their heads to pray.
The meadow is no longer in grand array
As autumn soon summer’s blooms override
When dark clouds overshadow the sun’s ray
Rainbow spotted during my afternoon getaway
Adorned like a midsummer’s waiting bride,
While the daisies bow their heads to pray
The morning was a gloomy, disappointing gray
Watching the season changed, I admit I cried
When dark clouds overshadow the sun’s ray,
While the daisies bow their heads to pray.
written September 15, 2021
*Image of Indiana History by Giphy.
Autumn Awakes
Rustling ochre, crimson leaves all daylong,
A coolness settles, shorter days advanced,
Easterlies, westerlies, tradewinds strong,
Southward birds fly, so parts summer birdsong,
Mid leaves lay spiked beech, acorn--care enhanced,
Rustling ochre, crimson leaves all daylong,
Sweetness in brambles flourished berries throng,
Black, elder, wild rasp--touched tastebuds danced,
Easterlies, westerlies, tradewinds strong,
Favored spots, here and there, all lists are long,
'Tis time hearts invent for landscape has entranced,
Rustling ochre, crimson leaves all daylong,
Deep verdant Ivy becomes, draped headlong,
Few flowers blooms hugged flown insects instanced,
Easterlies, westerlies, tradewinds strong,
Harvested tabled, prayers blessed belong,
Autumn picturesque, surroundings felt...glanced,
Rustling ochre, crimson leaves all daylong,
Easterlies, westerlies, tradewinds strong.
2020 August 21
*7th Place*
Serenity Awakened
~~Regina McIntosh: Judged 2020 August 27
*1st Place*
COMPLETELY YOUR CHOICE (20)any form any theme
~~Brian Strand: Judged 2020 August 03
September waltzes in high on its tiptoes
graceful under the midnight moon skyline
honored to present its most fragrant rose
September waltzes in high on its tiptoes
with an array of sweet columbine
how their perfumes sweetly tickle my nose
Under starlight my love only grows
always the fond memory of sweet Adeline
and her heart without ribbons and bows
Forever inclined to poetry and prose
connecting the dots to my lifeline
long for love while avoiding stray arrows
September waltzes in high on its tiptoes
gingerly on this path that is mine
time flies as rife opportunity flows
Torn between past and future I suppose
when breeze and memories intertwine
September waltzes in high on its tiptoes
honored to present its most fragrant rose
AP: 1st place 2020, 2nd place 2020
Submitted on July 9, 2020 for contest MONTH OF THE YEAR I LIKE MOST sponsored by MOHAN CHUTANI - RANKED 8TH