Fall Published by Members Recently Online Poems
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When The Leaves All Fall
Two days ago the yellow leaves on the tree in the park were in all their glory, today they are all laying on the ground.
I believe that door has closed once again.
Not even in my dreams did they say goodbye.
They all fell within forty-eight hours and nobody needed to say they would, cause they could.
They will wither and shiver next to the river,
beneath the empty canopy of their bare branches,
until their beauty is blown away by the wind.
They will no more flaunt their symmetry to be perceived.
The veil has given consent again to...
I believe that door has closed once again.
Not even in my dreams did they say goodbye.
They all fell within forty-eight hours and nobody needed to say they would, cause they could.
They will wither and shiver next to the river,
beneath the empty canopy of their bare branches,
until their beauty is blown away by the wind.
They will no more flaunt their symmetry to be perceived.
The veil has given consent again to...
#fall
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for those who were not born a butterfly
he tripped
and fell and fell and fell and fell
unpredictable
like blood on the gums
on the precipice
like sea birds
falling falling falling falling falling
like letter openers
like samurai swords
and fall and fall and fall and fall
as if they had already occupied
the place of the dead
like a falling body
no vertigo
no free falls
no films that melt on the screen
he tripped over himself...
and fell and fell and fell and fell
unpredictable
like blood on the gums
on the precipice
like sea birds
falling falling falling falling falling
like letter openers
like samurai swords
and fall and fall and fall and fall
as if they had already occupied
the place of the dead
like a falling body
no vertigo
no free falls
no films that melt on the screen
he tripped over himself...
#acceptance
#fall
#forgiveness
#mirror
#sea
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2 Comments
for those who were not born a butterfly
he tripped
and fell and fell and fell and fell
unpredictable
like blood on the gums
on the precipice
like sea birds
falling falling falling falling falling
like letter openers
like samurai swords
and fall and fall and fall and fall
as if they had already occupied
the place of the dead
like a falling body
no vertigo
no free falls
no films that melt on the screen
he tripped over himself...
and fell and fell and fell and fell
unpredictable
like blood on the gums
on the precipice
like sea birds
falling falling falling falling falling
like letter openers
like samurai swords
and fall and fall and fall and fall
as if they had already occupied
the place of the dead
like a falling body
no vertigo
no free falls
no films that melt on the screen
he tripped over himself...
#acceptance
#fall
#forgiveness
#mirror
#sea
136 reads
2 Comments
for those who were not born a butterfly
he tripped
and fell and fell and fell and fell
unpredictable
like blood on the gums
on the precipice
like sea birds
falling falling falling falling falling
like letter openers
like samurai swords
and fall and fall and fall and fall
as if they had already occupied
the place of the dead
like a falling body
no vertigo
no free falls
no films that melt on the screen
he tripped over himself...
and fell and fell and fell and fell
unpredictable
like blood on the gums
on the precipice
like sea birds
falling falling falling falling falling
like letter openers
like samurai swords
and fall and fall and fall and fall
as if they had already occupied
the place of the dead
like a falling body
no vertigo
no free falls
no films that melt on the screen
he tripped over himself...
#acceptance
#fall
#forgiveness
#mirror
#sea
136 reads
2 Comments
for those who were not born a butterfly
he tripped
and fell and fell and fell and fell
unpredictable
like blood on the gums
on the precipice
like sea birds
falling falling falling falling falling
like letter openers
like samurai swords
and fall and fall and fall and fall
as if they had already occupied
the place of the dead
like a falling body
no vertigo
no free falls
no films that melt on the screen
he tripped over himself...
and fell and fell and fell and fell
unpredictable
like blood on the gums
on the precipice
like sea birds
falling falling falling falling falling
like letter openers
like samurai swords
and fall and fall and fall and fall
as if they had already occupied
the place of the dead
like a falling body
no vertigo
no free falls
no films that melt on the screen
he tripped over himself...
#acceptance
#fall
#forgiveness
#mirror
#sea
136 reads
2 Comments
for those who were not born a butterfly
he tripped
and fell and fell and fell and fell
unpredictable
like blood on the gums
on the precipice
like sea birds
falling falling falling falling falling
like letter openers
like samurai swords
and fall and fall and fall and fall
as if they had already occupied
the place of the dead
like a falling body
no vertigo
no free falls
no films that melt on the screen
he tripped over himself...
and fell and fell and fell and fell
unpredictable
like blood on the gums
on the precipice
like sea birds
falling falling falling falling falling
like letter openers
like samurai swords
and fall and fall and fall and fall
as if they had already occupied
the place of the dead
like a falling body
no vertigo
no free falls
no films that melt on the screen
he tripped over himself...
#acceptance
#fall
#forgiveness
#mirror
#sea
136 reads
2 Comments
October Skies
My boots hit heavy
on damp forest trails,
cedars creak; a husky breeze.
The cabin’s windchimes whisper
Autumn tales,
aromas dance of cottage pies
and gingered sweets.
The landscape slopes
towards the sunset’s orange
behind the Maples’
structures glean
marigold and mango
tresses; kaleidoscope
upon her leaves.
Our quivering laps drape in
layered tartan save from
crisp October’s hand.
The porch swing whistles
amid a hum of silence,
plum curtains draw
o’er wooded...
on damp forest trails,
cedars creak; a husky breeze.
The cabin’s windchimes whisper
Autumn tales,
aromas dance of cottage pies
and gingered sweets.
The landscape slopes
towards the sunset’s orange
behind the Maples’
structures glean
marigold and mango
tresses; kaleidoscope
upon her leaves.
Our quivering laps drape in
layered tartan save from
crisp October’s hand.
The porch swing whistles
amid a hum of silence,
plum curtains draw
o’er wooded...
#beauty
#fall
#nature
#LifeCycle
#SelfReflection
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10 Comments
October Skies
My boots hit heavy
on damp forest trails,
cedars creak; a husky breeze.
The cabin’s windchimes whisper
Autumn tales,
aromas dance of cottage pies
and gingered sweets.
The landscape slopes
towards the sunset’s orange
behind the Maples’
structures glean
marigold and mango
tresses; kaleidoscope
upon her leaves.
Our quivering laps drape in
layered tartan save from
crisp October’s hand.
The porch swing whistles
amid a hum of silence,
plum curtains draw
o’er wooded...
on damp forest trails,
cedars creak; a husky breeze.
The cabin’s windchimes whisper
Autumn tales,
aromas dance of cottage pies
and gingered sweets.
The landscape slopes
towards the sunset’s orange
behind the Maples’
structures glean
marigold and mango
tresses; kaleidoscope
upon her leaves.
Our quivering laps drape in
layered tartan save from
crisp October’s hand.
The porch swing whistles
amid a hum of silence,
plum curtains draw
o’er wooded...
#beauty
#fall
#nature
#LifeCycle
#SelfReflection
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10 Comments
October Skies
My boots hit heavy
on damp forest trails,
cedars creak; a husky breeze.
The cabin’s windchimes whisper
Autumn tales,
aromas dance of cottage pies
and gingered sweets.
The landscape slopes
towards the sunset’s orange
behind the Maples’
structures glean
marigold and mango
tresses; kaleidoscope
upon her leaves.
Our quivering laps drape in
layered tartan save from
crisp October’s hand.
The porch swing whistles
amid a hum of silence,
plum curtains draw
o’er wooded...
on damp forest trails,
cedars creak; a husky breeze.
The cabin’s windchimes whisper
Autumn tales,
aromas dance of cottage pies
and gingered sweets.
The landscape slopes
towards the sunset’s orange
behind the Maples’
structures glean
marigold and mango
tresses; kaleidoscope
upon her leaves.
Our quivering laps drape in
layered tartan save from
crisp October’s hand.
The porch swing whistles
amid a hum of silence,
plum curtains draw
o’er wooded...
#beauty
#fall
#nature
#LifeCycle
#SelfReflection
416 reads
10 Comments
October Skies
My boots hit heavy
on damp forest trails,
cedars creak; a husky breeze.
The cabin’s windchimes whisper
Autumn tales,
aromas dance of cottage pies
and gingered sweets.
The landscape slopes
towards the sunset’s orange
behind the Maples’
structures glean
marigold and mango
tresses; kaleidoscope
upon her leaves.
Our quivering laps drape in
layered tartan save from
crisp October’s hand.
The porch swing whistles
amid a hum of silence,
plum curtains draw
o’er wooded...
on damp forest trails,
cedars creak; a husky breeze.
The cabin’s windchimes whisper
Autumn tales,
aromas dance of cottage pies
and gingered sweets.
The landscape slopes
towards the sunset’s orange
behind the Maples’
structures glean
marigold and mango
tresses; kaleidoscope
upon her leaves.
Our quivering laps drape in
layered tartan save from
crisp October’s hand.
The porch swing whistles
amid a hum of silence,
plum curtains draw
o’er wooded...
#beauty
#fall
#nature
#LifeCycle
#SelfReflection
416 reads
10 Comments
October Skies
My boots hit heavy
on damp forest trails,
cedars creak; a husky breeze.
The cabin’s windchimes whisper
Autumn tales,
aromas dance of cottage pies
and gingered sweets.
The landscape slopes
towards the sunset’s orange
behind the Maples’
structures glean
marigold and mango
tresses; kaleidoscope
upon her leaves.
Our quivering laps drape in
layered tartan save from
crisp October’s hand.
The porch swing whistles
amid a hum of silence,
plum curtains draw
o’er wooded...
on damp forest trails,
cedars creak; a husky breeze.
The cabin’s windchimes whisper
Autumn tales,
aromas dance of cottage pies
and gingered sweets.
The landscape slopes
towards the sunset’s orange
behind the Maples’
structures glean
marigold and mango
tresses; kaleidoscope
upon her leaves.
Our quivering laps drape in
layered tartan save from
crisp October’s hand.
The porch swing whistles
amid a hum of silence,
plum curtains draw
o’er wooded...
#beauty
#fall
#nature
#LifeCycle
#SelfReflection
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The Call Of September
This mornin' i woke up nicely shaped, the Fall once more still faithful to its mist.
to its chilling mornings,its mystic face, full of unpredictable tomorrows..but
they harbinger good vibes,shining and sparkling in the dew drops
that adorn the budding grass of September..
Cheerful vibes vibrate in the air, with sun rays effortlessly seep thru' the mist
and fall mild and damp on the tender ground..
Gently walking upward, the winds talking, whispering, inspiring a cool theme
on my mind; a pastoral diction in my heart, where the hills follow...
to its chilling mornings,its mystic face, full of unpredictable tomorrows..but
they harbinger good vibes,shining and sparkling in the dew drops
that adorn the budding grass of September..
Cheerful vibes vibrate in the air, with sun rays effortlessly seep thru' the mist
and fall mild and damp on the tender ground..
Gently walking upward, the winds talking, whispering, inspiring a cool theme
on my mind; a pastoral diction in my heart, where the hills follow...
#emotions
#fall
#inspirational
#morning
#motivational
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DU Poetry : Fall Published by Members Recently Online Poems