Long Fall Poems
#fall
princeluteia
Luteia
Luteia
Poem Published
Yesterday 5:27am
Yesterday 5:27am
Lughnasadh // Shards of Summer
August 1st, Lughnasadh. The first harvest. The first feast. I laugh with the summer’s heatwave that leaves the rain a distant dream. The first harvest of autumn’s coming, the first harbinger of winter, the last night of true summer gracing my skin. So I shatter a window and collect the glass shards of the last sundown of summer. Before the leaves change colours, while I can still be myself. Before the fog rolls in, before my rainbow turns to gray and the bitter chill ahead. I peer into the looking-glass shards, and the light I see may yet still hold a trace of the warmer months.
I bake...
I bake...
#summer
#fall
#holiday #bittersweet
#holiday #bittersweet
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cloventongue89
Poem Published
25th May 2021 4:31am
25th May 2021 4:31am
Eulogy of The Horizon
What is spring but the planned pregnancy of nature?
Like rebirth on routine and conveyor belt harvesting
Processed beauty bringing forth bloom like the offspring of mother nature
Yet we exploit her young and speak a monotonous metaphor
How hard it is to see a rose knowing it will wilt?
In all the naked glory of the fields for a calendar spread
And yet it seems she makes for a better centerfold
Like if the world is exploitable then nothing is off limits
Why are we so prone to showcase tragedy?
Like winter is the frost bite of...
Like rebirth on routine and conveyor belt harvesting
Processed beauty bringing forth bloom like the offspring of mother nature
Yet we exploit her young and speak a monotonous metaphor
How hard it is to see a rose knowing it will wilt?
In all the naked glory of the fields for a calendar spread
And yet it seems she makes for a better centerfold
Like if the world is exploitable then nothing is off limits
Why are we so prone to showcase tragedy?
Like winter is the frost bite of...
#death
#fall
#nature
#LifeCycle
#tragedy
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Seed
Poem Published
28th Nov 2020 3:06pm
28th Nov 2020 3:06pm
Autumn Turning Winter
All over autumn leaves have fallen.
Mountains that were colored like stained glass,
now, from far away, are mostly gray,
the color of limbs, branches and trunks.
And here, close by, the leaves of autumn
lay brown on the ground
having become work for the rake and its owner.
The forecast is for rain, then colder weather is moving in
like the murder of crows that lives near by, but visits often
as though they were a band of bored neighborhood kids
going from house to house looking for mild mischief
or just something to do. ...
Mountains that were colored like stained glass,
now, from far away, are mostly gray,
the color of limbs, branches and trunks.
And here, close by, the leaves of autumn
lay brown on the ground
having become work for the rake and its owner.
The forecast is for rain, then colder weather is moving in
like the murder of crows that lives near by, but visits often
as though they were a band of bored neighborhood kids
going from house to house looking for mild mischief
or just something to do. ...
#LifeStruggles
#winter
#fall
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LunaGreyhawk
Poem Published
5th Nov 2020 8:26am
5th Nov 2020 8:26am
Midnight Walk
the air fills its icy lungs,
huffing at the tartness -
disrespected once again
by Winter’s lack of regard
for personal space;
my old brown boots
scraping salted pavement,
their hollow voices
echoing
- always getting the last word -
against cheap siding
lining these boring rows
of hastily-built garages
every experience has value
wise words
from a wise friend
Pain teaches me mercy;
it’s hard to mete out
the...
huffing at the tartness -
disrespected once again
by Winter’s lack of regard
for personal space;
my old brown boots
scraping salted pavement,
their hollow voices
echoing
- always getting the last word -
against cheap siding
lining these boring rows
of hastily-built garages
every experience has value
wise words
from a wise friend
Pain teaches me mercy;
it’s hard to mete out
the...
#fall
#nature
#gratitude #meditation
#gratitude #meditation
101 reads
14 Comments
joegracegrace
Joe Grace
Joe Grace
Poem Published
24th Jun 2020 10:33pm
24th Jun 2020 10:33pm
Russia is Getting READY For the BIG DAY !!
I want everyone to know what will happen soon.
RUSSIA will bomb my country so it can take over the world.
To prevent us from retaliating, Russia tricked the USA into disarming - over the last 35 years.
Our arsenal is so small now that the KREMLIN must be ready to "press the button."
But GORBACHEV (still in power behind the scenes) will NOT get
to enjoy his victory for very long - only "5 months"(Revelation 9.5,10).
For CHRIST has prepared for this event (nuclear war and the take over
of Western Europe, as well as the re-taking of Eastern Europe.
Who...
RUSSIA will bomb my country so it can take over the world.
To prevent us from retaliating, Russia tricked the USA into disarming - over the last 35 years.
Our arsenal is so small now that the KREMLIN must be ready to "press the button."
But GORBACHEV (still in power behind the scenes) will NOT get
to enjoy his victory for very long - only "5 months"(Revelation 9.5,10).
For CHRIST has prepared for this event (nuclear war and the take over
of Western Europe, as well as the re-taking of Eastern Europe.
Who...
#fall
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2 Comments
PittinixDesigns
Poem Published
28th Feb 2020 12:37pm
28th Feb 2020 12:37pm
Nature's Girl
For Kamela
Nature’s girl, you’re a masterpiece of the Creator.
You came into my life just in time.
I’m glad that God made you as a complement of me.
Every time you smile, the sun shines.
And the rain pours when you cry.
Cannas bloom each morning you awake,
Your love renews magically as the seasons change.
Tamed red pandas savour in your caress.
Nature would lack beauty if you weren’t here.
Whenever I look at you, I see natural beauty.
You speak as someone singing a melodious song,
And the sound of your voice comforts me. ...
Nature’s girl, you’re a masterpiece of the Creator.
You came into my life just in time.
I’m glad that God made you as a complement of me.
Every time you smile, the sun shines.
And the rain pours when you cry.
Cannas bloom each morning you awake,
Your love renews magically as the seasons change.
Tamed red pandas savour in your caress.
Nature would lack beauty if you weren’t here.
Whenever I look at you, I see natural beauty.
You speak as someone singing a melodious song,
And the sound of your voice comforts me. ...
#love
#countryside
#animals
#fall
#nature
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TheQ
Poem Published
9th Jan 2020 3:32am
9th Jan 2020 3:32am
Livers lose
A concious state of mind
Mind the step don't miss it
Freedom from a numb sadistic
That dense state of mind
or mind of the state
blast it I self actuate
self-afflicted crimes astray
Sinister sins a sinister gate
And somewhere I'm immaculate
Where my legs been?
Deep until the pegstand
cut off the legs been
Reality or realty
they're squealing for cash
and feeling the rash
A gradual disconnect from this, really
And though I missed them
what answers best, I do confess
I miss remorse,...
Mind the step don't miss it
Freedom from a numb sadistic
That dense state of mind
or mind of the state
blast it I self actuate
self-afflicted crimes astray
Sinister sins a sinister gate
And somewhere I'm immaculate
Where my legs been?
Deep until the pegstand
cut off the legs been
Reality or realty
they're squealing for cash
and feeling the rash
A gradual disconnect from this, really
And though I missed them
what answers best, I do confess
I miss remorse,...
#motivational
#fall
#drugs
#healing
#determination
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dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
20th Nov 2019 1:39am
20th Nov 2019 1:39am
Chronicle of Chronic (easy version)**
#grief
#betrayal
#death
#fall
#dirty
387 reads
3 Comments
PoetsRevenge
Poem Published
1st Oct 2019 2:22am
1st Oct 2019 2:22am
Of Death And Birth: Fire And The Rose
We die with the dying:
See, they depart and we go with them.
We are born with the dead:
See, they return, and bring us with them.'
-T. S. Elliot
I
The way of ignorance is the way home:
Go, go! Folly is the only way;
knowledge is the unlearning of itself.
Do not try harder, try less;
this is the only way, the unpropitious one.
(Love is the only lesson that can't be learned.)
The Sky and The Earth agree:
I end where I began,
the way there...
See, they depart and we go with them.
We are born with the dead:
See, they return, and bring us with them.'
-T. S. Elliot
I
The way of ignorance is the way home:
Go, go! Folly is the only way;
knowledge is the unlearning of itself.
Do not try harder, try less;
this is the only way, the unpropitious one.
(Love is the only lesson that can't be learned.)
The Sky and The Earth agree:
I end where I began,
the way there...
#birth
#death
#fall
#LifeCycle
#TSEliot
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8 Comments
PoetsRevenge
Poem Published
20th Nov 2018 2:03am
20th Nov 2018 2:03am
Cemetary Walk In November
This is what it is to be complete,
it is horrible.’
-Sylvia Plath
Kicking through leaves
the whitened stones unannounce themselves
to rushing air, quiet, unreckoned,
pandering to a deceased moment
which endlessly repeats its
howling, repentant song.
I am never coming back, it says,
who would, not here, not ever.
Underfoot I notice trampled clothes
and a belt, an opened packet of something,
a whiskey bottle freezes gradually to
the patchy ground.
How unholy, lifes...
it is horrible.’
-Sylvia Plath
Kicking through leaves
the whitened stones unannounce themselves
to rushing air, quiet, unreckoned,
pandering to a deceased moment
which endlessly repeats its
howling, repentant song.
I am never coming back, it says,
who would, not here, not ever.
Underfoot I notice trampled clothes
and a belt, an opened packet of something,
a whiskey bottle freezes gradually to
the patchy ground.
How unholy, lifes...
#fall
#SylviaPlath
#memorial #graveyard
#memorial #graveyard
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11 Comments
JohnnyBlaze
Poem Published
13th Nov 2018 9:14pm
13th Nov 2018 9:14pm
[ Classic Corner ] Temporary At Best
I am November's guest
on the inside squinting
through lens flare tinting
glare on Nature's window
staring at her state of undress;
delicate auburn sundress
since cast aside
and blown away
A joy to know
sorrow's antithesist---
a true beauty to behold
when shed of her leavings
Naked, shrouded in
cascading cold mid morning
mist as if hair silver grey
bare limbs and eavings ...
on the inside squinting
through lens flare tinting
glare on Nature's window
staring at her state of undress;
delicate auburn sundress
since cast aside
and blown away
A joy to know
sorrow's antithesist---
a true beauty to behold
when shed of her leavings
Naked, shrouded in
cascading cold mid morning
mist as if hair silver grey
bare limbs and eavings ...
#beauty
#trees
#fall
#nature
#RobertFrost
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5 Comments
PYGsWhisper
PYGs Whisper
PYGs Whisper
Poem Published
29th Oct 2018 1:56pm
29th Oct 2018 1:56pm
One Autumn Night
I’m sitting alone in this damp street
No one but me and the moonbeams
Stars are shyly showing off their dazzling charm
The wind is passionately touching the tree’s silhouette
I'm silently watching them dancing to my mute melancholy
My volcano is strangely so wise tonight
My earthquake is finally constant
My tsunami is completely dry
No damaged fantasy
No query for a smashed memory
October’s moon is so plump
No more you within its sheen
I know, it’s a...
No one but me and the moonbeams
Stars are shyly showing off their dazzling charm
The wind is passionately touching the tree’s silhouette
I'm silently watching them dancing to my mute melancholy
My volcano is strangely so wise tonight
My earthquake is finally constant
My tsunami is completely dry
No damaged fantasy
No query for a smashed memory
October’s moon is so plump
No more you within its sheen
I know, it’s a...
#love
#fall
#nature
#freedom
#FeelingLost
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0 Comments
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