Fall Poems
Autumn
by Peter Quitadamo
Evenings cool and leaves
die. Time feels especially thin.
Magic is in the air.
The Coronation of Autumn
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
Autumn was next witnessed
Through the eyes of a coquettish October,
The somnolent month that spreads fast its
Mat of diffused pleasure.
And should there be a tendril pulse,
Let it hammer the flesh of youth, who
Witnessed through the eye of a dream
The hasty coronation of Autumn —
The crowning of promises belching
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The Everlasting Council of Peace
by Carl Rex
The Joyful place that ever sang, at once did come to halt
Startled by this sudden change, I wondered what's the fault?
The Holy Angels hushed their harps, proceeded on to cry
So curious as to what's the cause, I bluntly asked them "Why?"
An Angel pointed down to earth, deep darkness there prevailed
The Holy pair had lost their robe, for they had fully failed
Their final test of loyalty by eating from the tree
And listening to that artful snake, they lost their liberty!
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A Man Named October
by Everleigh Blackburn
In the heart of autumn, a man named October walks through the crisp, golden leaves.
His footsteps echo a melody of nostalgia, as he wanders with purpose through the quiet streets.
A hazy glow surrounds him, a halo of amber and rust,
His eyes reflect the changing hues of the season, a kaleidoscope of memories and dreams.
October is a man of mystery, his thoughts drifting like wisps of fog in the twilight.
He carries the weight of the past on his shoulders, but his spirit is light as a feather,
His laughter dances in the wind, a whimsical symphony that fills the air with joy.
He is a wanderer, a dreamer, a poet of the autumnal landscape.
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Autumn Leaves
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
They fall from grace to grass,
aged, scorched and dehydrated,
fluttering away further
the vanity of previous
greenness and elevated times,
reminding us of the fragility
of life,
the futility of striving to hang on
when time is up.
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by emily peekxx
Continue readingAutumn
by Peter Quitadamo
Evenings cool and leaves
die. Time feels especially thin.
Magic is in the air.
A Silent Ballet
by Everleigh Blackburn
In the hush of autumn's breath,
leaves pirouette,
a silent ballet,
each one, a fleeting whisper,
unique in its descent.
Golden, crimson,
their colors bleed into the air,
twirling, spiraling,
a soft surrender to the earth,
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A Man Named October
by Everleigh Blackburn
In the heart of autumn, a man named October walks through the crisp, golden leaves.
His footsteps echo a melody of nostalgia, as he wanders with purpose through the quiet streets.
A hazy glow surrounds him, a halo of amber and rust,
His eyes reflect the changing hues of the season, a kaleidoscope of memories and dreams.
October is a man of mystery, his thoughts drifting like wisps of fog in the twilight.
He carries the weight of the past on his shoulders, but his spirit is light as a feather,
His laughter dances in the wind, a whimsical symphony that fills the air with joy.
He is a wanderer, a dreamer, a poet of the autumnal landscape.
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Tell me something more –
by Amy Michelle Mosier
Tell me something more –
Something about yourself
I’ve never heard before
Lazily. It’ll help
Pass an afternoon
As hot as this
For August is afoot
And I get restless.
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