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Poem Details | by rob carmack |
Categories: autumn, birth, death, life, nature, tree,

Seeing Autumn's oak adorn

Painting sky before I was born,
Draping my grave in leaf and acorn.

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Contest: Crystalline
Sponsor: Rick Parise
11.22.14


Poem Details | by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories: autumn, death, summer,

And Sweet Is Her Demise

In primrose twilight, summer is still near. She whispers in my ear; I hear her in the one lone owl that hoots to only me. I wake to find her shining through the clouds - though breathing not so warmly on my cheek. I glimpse her waning smile as in a field I dance to soundless music in her sun. My mind goes wandering, and in the breeze I hear her sigh, for she is lingering within the scent of asters that I pluck. I’m hanging on to that one glint I see of her before me in gold glitter dusk. But in the cries of geese across the sky, she calls goodbye, and sweet is her demise. Dec. 2, 2016 for the Blank Verse Poetry Contest of Janice Canerdy

Poem Details | by Rick Parise |
Categories: autumn, death,

In Silence

And so it was that Autumn would die with a gust of wind she said goodbye Of love mortal she sits subdued sipping remnants of death imbued With curtains drawn she lie in rest in silent prose she relived each breath of life abandoned of weary roads where Winter's freeze would glisten alone And so it was that Autumn had gone in the lonely grips of winter without a song

Poem Details | by arthur vaso |
Categories: autumn, beauty, death, french, funeral, leaving,

Beautiful

Lusting the passions of a secret desire
Unwinding the mystery of my needs
Funerals are for the future
Internment I ask be deferred
Timeless is my youth
Useless is my request
At seeking eternity or at least eternal rest
End of times may seem long away
Beauty we know fades, it will happen some day

So I dream of youthful moments
Isle graveyards were far away

Holy wars and loveless scores
That a soldier must endure
A desire for peace escapes this generation and more
External forces and internal woes
Death dances at my door


Dedicated to Sara Bernhardt, who slept in her coffin amongst all her love letters.


Poem Details | by Elaine George |
Categories: death, lost love, love,

In the Autumn of my Life

I walk
through flames
of autumns’ sweet refrain-

That break beneath
a weight too much
to bear-

Where-
I tread in solitude
and mourning there-

Along a path 
of maple trees
and scented air-

As
I recall the life 
that we once shared-

~~~

And in 
the twilight hours
I see
the beauty of it all-

In every
autumn leaf
that softly falls-


~~~~~


In loving memory of:
My Father  - Harold George
Oct 27, 1927 - August 11, 2003

Poem Details | by Phil Capitano |
Categories: death, destiny, poetry,

Autumn Breeze

AUTUMN BREEZE

When the magic is gone
	and all the stars have fallen,
do I just sit and wait for my final calling?

Is there still something
	to do, out there, for me?
If not before, then when comes destiny?

Ashes tossed, will I be known
	as husband, father, son?
Can I leave this plane with things undone?

Fair poetry I weave
	but words are falling leaves
and my soul detects an autumn breeze.

Poem Details | by JAN ALLISON |
Categories: death, seasons, tree,

FOREVER AUTUMN

 
I enter
the third season of my life
approaching my Autumn years
 
I marvel
at the shriveled withered leaves 
as they silently swirl in the wind
 
I see 
russet, brown and golden ones fall
their decay will soon rejuvenate the soil
 
I bend
to examine a fallen wrinkled leaf
its veins a reminder of aged wizened hands
 
I know
my final wish will be granted
when I'm scattered like leaves upon the ground



16/4/18

Poem Details | by Sandra Adams |
Categories: august, autumn, death, september, summer,

Fading from life

it’s always august’s end
september’s beginning
that bothers me the most

i feel that brush of cool air
press against me
like a kiss on dead lips

the trees are now painted 
a sunset’s reflection
but all i see is red
in summer’s end

the leaves dance gracefully
beneath the winds
one last time
before they fall

the trees will soon stand 
blank of life
like you and you and you
and my mind
as i remember
each ending
as i watched them 
fall from life
amongst summer’s end



09/07/13

Poem Details | by Gene Bourne |
Categories: analogy, animal, autumn, bird, death, earth, emotions,

Haiku 5


In its final soar 
Finds the limb it learned to fly 
Lands, to fly no more 


Gene Bourne
06-08-14




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Poem Details | by Gerard Keogh Jr. |
Categories: death, loss, nature

Stark Endings on an Autumn Wind

Burnished bronze, tarnished teal,
flare warnings yield to winds of steel.
Their urge to jump, to flee and hide
cuts off the warmth for suicide.

They leap and land at such a cost,
far flung debris- refulgence lost.
They shrivel brown, dark fibers done,
decay beneath the wayward sun.

Their shredded shells in supine piles,
small hells ignite by human wiles.
Gray smoking wraiths slip out to sigh,
soar off to smear the flannel sky.

Green progeny will take their turn.
One chance to live is what they earn.

Poem Details | by Francis J Grasso |
Categories: death of a friend, lost love, sad,

Autumn Leaves

Autumn leaves are falling,
there is sadness in my heart.
Red passions, golden memories
have gathered to depart.

The chilling winds of winter
blow across a barren field,
stripped of all its splendor,
of the beauty once revealed.

Flowers painted yellow,
blossoms pink and white,
just dust between the furrows
in the slowly dimming light.

Free to sail the heavens
no longer bound with slings.
Black bird into emptiness 
I soar on broken wings.

written 11.28.2016

Poem Details | by arthur vaso |
Categories: anxiety, art, autumn, confusion, death, depression, introspection,

Dead End Street

Walking in circles Of depression Silence the ever present killer On the cul du sac Of life
Inspired by the Rat Pack

Poem Details | by Aurora Erickson |
Categories: anxiety, autumn, beauty, child, death, mystery, night,

Graveyard Girl

There's a girl in the graveyard that never seems to leave.
She hangs like dust in the autumn air.
She has beautiful flowers and tangles in her hair.
When it seems she's right there, she's nowhere.

Poem Details | by Bernard Chan |
Categories: autumn, color, funeral, imagery, nature, seasons, summer,

Red


from afar, leaves like uncounted catatonic fires  
huddled close
pinned to the chill air

a pointillist’s love affair with a hundred shades of red

the ground is a fresh wound, edgeless 

a breeze worries the boughs 
stokes the hanging flames into quivering  
crimsons 
scarlets 
vermilions 
renegade ambers

a slow burn resumes

accompanied by a susurrus of sighs 
a dirge for a season

and the summer sky, now turned slate,
is cremated

Poem Details | by Connie Marcum Wong |
Categories: autumn, beauty, death, joy, september,

September Nonet Contest

Chill of fall is in the air as summer's greens retreat to keep, until again she will joyously repeat her shades of verdant hues among the leaves of elated trees that sing in Sun. Yet every season bestows its joy as autumn guilds the leaves in gold, in rust and crimson too, in majesty death beholds. A harvest of the seeds we have sown we reap in divine gifts. 8-24-19 ~First Place~

Poem Details | by Sandra Adams |
Categories: autumn, death,

just like a leaf

i watch
the sky weep
in swells
gathering
within
my eyes

i watch
as the first leaf
spirals
downward
tainted
unafraid
of death

i sit
grounded
in thoughts
of your end
...and 
the cold kiss
of lips
motionless
to life

my mind 
spins
sorrow
golden
as i sip
thoughts 
autumn like

realizing
i too
am unafraid
to die...


Poem Details | by brittney lopez |
Categories: absence, abuse, addiction, adventure, age, allegory, america, angel, angst, animal, anniversary, april, art, august, autumn, baby, baptism, baseball, basketball, beach, beautiful, beauty, bereavement, best friend, betrayal, bible, bird, birth, birthday, black african american, body, books, boyfriend, car, celebration, childhood, children, city, class, computer, conflict, dad, emotions,

This is me

My knees were the things that 
kept me up and my skin is my 
cutting board my eyes are the 
rain clouds to the fire running 
down my arms and my heart is 
the fire place that keeps me 
burning so calm

Poem Details | by Thomas Martin |
Categories: anger, autumn, grief, tree,

Hobby Farmer

Withdrawn for publication.

Poem Details | by Dan Keir |
Categories: adventure, angst, autumn, business, confusion, dark, dedication, depression, fear, grief, growing up, happiness, happy, hate, health, home, hope, humorous, imagination, inspirational, introspection, journey, life, lonely, loss, lost, love, on work and working, pain, parody, people, relationship, retirement, sad, satire, school, social, stress, success, sympathy, time, work,

Reflections: Midlife Crisis

P     aranoia permeates, etching itself into your fractured face,
A     cacophony of constant pressure; life remains a stressful race,
N     othing to hope for, no positives like promotion in the workplace,
I      nability to love, relationships lift anchor and set sail without chase,
C     hildren crushing dreams under mortgages; age grows with disgrace
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Poem Details | by KP Nunez |
Categories: autumn,

Witness To Grand Death

They fall gracefully; leaves die in their golden days. Awed, I watch terpsichoreans' Grand Death.
23 October 2015 Autumn Stroll Cinquain Form Contest Sponsor: Eve Roper

Poem Details | by Trisha Sugarek |
Categories: autumn, death, farewell, hero, war,

Samurai Song, Haiku


delicate blossom
rests in the still gnarled hand
bruised petals weep tears

weary eyes open
tiny cuts, the body bleeds
peace still years away

sun rise breaks the hill
heralds another battle
draw your sword and charge

Trisha Sugarek, 2011
From The World of Haiku

Poem Details | by Danielle Wise Baxter |
Categories: death, fear, funeral, autumn,

To Be A Scythe

On the days the wind does blow life gets caught up in how things should go and winds gather up the harvest from the field to tow to blow up harvest in good flight it may freely flow but what of those who never know and never feel the warm winds of autumn blow and the scythes will never come home and all hope of good harvest is then forever gone

Poem Details | by daver austin |
Categories: autumn, baby, bereavement, fish,

MORE HAIKU

MORE HAIKU

fishing boat at dock
hearty laughter from the pub
splash!    moon breaks in two

Dave Austin


Poem Details | by William Darnell Sr. |
Categories: angel, autumn, bereavement, blessing, confusion, creation, dedication, depression, destiny, dream, family, grandchild, granddaughter, grandfather, grandmother, grandparents, grave, grief, growth, Lullaby,

Grandparent At Last

Grandparent At Last


My granddaughters,
Aira'lee Nadean Jones,
 
Adelina Gracie Darnell
11.18.2019-09.27.2020
R.I.P. "Gracie"



Grandparents old of grandparents new, 
the special joy that you are bringing true.

Fairy tale's told in the rosy past, 
my first granddaughters are here at last. 

Fishing trips and ice cream cones, 
lullaby songs until we doze. 

Stories told upon cozy laps, 
sunny walks on shaded paths. 

Butterfly kisses and big bear hugs, 
truly grandparents is another word for love.


Revised Edition 11/16/2020 @ 7:09PM

Poem Details | by JAY JOHNSON |
Categories: absence, abuse, addiction, africa, age, allah, allegory, allusion, analogy, animal, anniversary, anti bullying, april, arabic, assonance, autumn, baby, beach, best friend, betrayal, bird, birthday, brother, daughter, death, faith, father, hope, life, loss, lost love, mother, nostalgia, religion, satire, sister, son, sympathy,

The Apple PASTURE

DONE



                             The Apple PASTURE

Oh how I long
To drift into the apple pasture.
Were once was and all well meet.
A pure and dear site.
Where silver reflection cover the still waters that holds the golden
grains of morality and the grazing souls lie young amounce no stars.
Oh how I long
To drift into the apple pasture
Were winds smell of melon and the trees whisper spring corals in the mellow dark and best of light and time creeps into no tomorrow.



                                               Jay