Fall Poems
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
by Peter Quitadamo
Evenings cool and leaves
die. Time feels especially thin.
Magic is in the air.
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.
Autumn
by Julia Shaw
I love the autumn's mirrored hues
Bright red maples and yellows too.
The gold of some, and orange bright
Are wondrous on the mountain heights.
I love the crisp cool autumn days
And mornings filled with soft gray haze.
To take a walk along some trail
I see new colors or'e hill and dell.
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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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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.
......
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.
......
