Fall by Top Critiquers Poems
#fall
Frosty Autumn Leaves
In our minds your memory burns bright
Gone too soon, laid to rest, eternally
The autumn leaves and frost
Decorate your absence
Memories of happiness
Memories of love
Long, winding roads led you home
Led us on different paths
Tangled like branches
Lost in the sound of silence
Your memory lives on in the autumn leaves and frost
Silence
You live on
Gone too soon, laid to rest, eternally
The autumn leaves and frost
Decorate your absence
Memories of happiness
Memories of love
Long, winding roads led you home
Led us on different paths
Tangled like branches
Lost in the sound of silence
Your memory lives on in the autumn leaves and frost
Silence
You live on
#fall
#graveyard
#memories
#silence
#snow
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AUTUMN/FALL COMES - NUDIST'S LAMENT
The leaves are falling off the bushes,
There'll be none left to hide blushes
As we walk, hands on middle crossed,
To salvage the dignity lost.
When it gets icy and slipping,
It's too cold for skinny dipping.
Frost at extremities gets nipping,
Ambles are turned to skinny skipping.
Our summer tans will fade away,
Leaving our skins a fleshy grey
Unless we've cash to fly away
Where tropic suns still heat the day.
There'll be none left to hide blushes
As we walk, hands on middle crossed,
To salvage the dignity lost.
When it gets icy and slipping,
It's too cold for skinny dipping.
Frost at extremities gets nipping,
Ambles are turned to skinny skipping.
Our summer tans will fade away,
Leaving our skins a fleshy grey
Unless we've cash to fly away
Where tropic suns still heat the day.
#winter
#fall
#rhyming #funny
#rhyming #funny
623 reads
3 Comments
Fall, with Open Arms
Round here, the summers are brutal
Today it was One-0-Eight
(That’s 42 to some of you)
It’s so hot your skin can fry and bake
‘Round here, summer starts in April
And sometimes lasts past September
Why did I move to this place?
Dang it, I wish I could remember
But once the season changes
And the sun has a new position
Something magical happens
I begin to have a sunnier disposition
The cool breeze brings bright memories
Of my college years, of freshman days
When youth and opportunity seemed endless
When...
Today it was One-0-Eight
(That’s 42 to some of you)
It’s so hot your skin can fry and bake
‘Round here, summer starts in April
And sometimes lasts past September
Why did I move to this place?
Dang it, I wish I could remember
But once the season changes
And the sun has a new position
Something magical happens
I begin to have a sunnier disposition
The cool breeze brings bright memories
Of my college years, of freshman days
When youth and opportunity seemed endless
When...
#summer
#fall
#memories #aging
#memories #aging
395 reads
7 Comments
Autumn's Embrace
Because we are poets
We feel so much
Fall's sudden brisk temperature
Releasing us from summer's hold
Sudden rummaging through draws
Finding sweaters long tucked away
Sleep has been better
Morning's crisp and dog walking faster
I covered you up
Blanket askew
You lay exposed to my hungry eyes
Morning desire to have and to hold....
We feel so much
Fall's sudden brisk temperature
Releasing us from summer's hold
Sudden rummaging through draws
Finding sweaters long tucked away
Sleep has been better
Morning's crisp and dog walking faster
I covered you up
Blanket askew
You lay exposed to my hungry eyes
Morning desire to have and to hold....
#dogs
#fall
#lover
#morning
#WritingPoetry
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26 Comments
beautifully dying days
pale pearl grey of haze
shifting across a slowly lightening sky
revealing what is concealed...briefly
before settling restlessly
upon reluctant dawn
mind slips into the shadows
studying symbology
as untethered foliage drifts
dying bits of memory
brilliant hues of last gasp
before decay takes its place
becoming nutrients
for rebirth
& upcoming tomorrows
fertilizing hopes
how like reality it seems
when summer days fade
time slips away
bursting with desperate exuberance ...
shifting across a slowly lightening sky
revealing what is concealed...briefly
before settling restlessly
upon reluctant dawn
mind slips into the shadows
studying symbology
as untethered foliage drifts
dying bits of memory
brilliant hues of last gasp
before decay takes its place
becoming nutrients
for rebirth
& upcoming tomorrows
fertilizing hopes
how like reality it seems
when summer days fade
time slips away
bursting with desperate exuberance ...
#beauty
#fall
#gratitude #hope
#gratitude #hope
231 reads
16 Comments
High Noon Noel
Clean the gutters
hang the lights
watch the flutters
in jaybird flights
squirrels and Yule nuts
by the frosty yard
wiggle wee furry butts
in stashing them so hard
and then the little tits
come and go so fast
it's hard to scan the plumage flits...
wherever they've amassed.
hang the lights
watch the flutters
in jaybird flights
squirrels and Yule nuts
by the frosty yard
wiggle wee furry butts
in stashing them so hard
and then the little tits
come and go so fast
it's hard to scan the plumage flits...
wherever they've amassed.
#animals
#birds
#fall #sky
#fall #sky
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8 Comments
Inspirational Incubus
If I were the muse
I'd appear in moments of quiet solitude
whispering words of wonder and possibility.
I'd guide the poet to the edges of dreams.
I'd lead him to hidden groves
where time stands still.
Where the rustling leaves
and murmuring streams compose
a symphony of inspiration.
With a touch as light as moonbeams
I'd paint the skies with hues
of dawn and dusk,
he'd find rhythm in chaos,
harmony in discord.
As his muse, I'd be the discovery
that within the realm of imagination ...
I'd appear in moments of quiet solitude
whispering words of wonder and possibility.
I'd guide the poet to the edges of dreams.
I'd lead him to hidden groves
where time stands still.
Where the rustling leaves
and murmuring streams compose
a symphony of inspiration.
With a touch as light as moonbeams
I'd paint the skies with hues
of dawn and dusk,
he'd find rhythm in chaos,
harmony in discord.
As his muse, I'd be the discovery
that within the realm of imagination ...
#fall
#identity
#inspirational
#luck
#mirror
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6 Comments
Winter's Prose
In autumn's glow, the world begins to rest
And amber leaves descend in weathered flight
The summer's heat now finds a gentler quest
As chilly winds chase the lingering light
The trees, donning their robes of ember gold
Stand sentinel against the waning sun
Their branches reach with tales of seasons old
While shadows stretch as days are nearly done
The air is crisp, a breath of frost and pine
As harvests yield their bounty to the earth
The twilight hours in muted hues align
And nightfall's calm descends with...
And amber leaves descend in weathered flight
The summer's heat now finds a gentler quest
As chilly winds chase the lingering light
The trees, donning their robes of ember gold
Stand sentinel against the waning sun
Their branches reach with tales of seasons old
While shadows stretch as days are nearly done
The air is crisp, a breath of frost and pine
As harvests yield their bounty to the earth
The twilight hours in muted hues align
And nightfall's calm descends with...
#fall
#LifeCycle
#nature #trees
#nature #trees
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33 Comments
Tree Party
Autumn is one big rowdy party
All the colours play their part
One last hurrah before descending
to the monochrome of winter
Green is the host, calm and responsible
preparing food
cleaning the house
setting the stage for celebrations to come
Months of preparation
Golden yellow brings conversation
cheerful smiles
bubbling banter
sharing life’s moments
warmth and friendship
Casual contemplation
Orange strolls in with lights and music
electric energy
frenetic fun ...
All the colours play their part
One last hurrah before descending
to the monochrome of winter
Green is the host, calm and responsible
preparing food
cleaning the house
setting the stage for celebrations to come
Months of preparation
Golden yellow brings conversation
cheerful smiles
bubbling banter
sharing life’s moments
warmth and friendship
Casual contemplation
Orange strolls in with lights and music
electric energy
frenetic fun ...
#beauty
#trees
#fall #nature
#fall #nature
628 reads
6 Comments
Visions Of September
It is the Autumn, of your eyes
I see them clear, I know them wise...
On Spring's green hill, we danced amongst pine
sprouting up and about, in pure sunshine
We spun our arms, we held on fast
impatient feet slipping, on dew-dipped grass
We fell together, two lovers too young
to love anything more, than having fun
We chewed on weeds and stared at the sky
layed amongst creatures too small to try
To see for themselves what all we've seen
a sun that wakens us, to the awe of Spring
...
I see them clear, I know them wise...
On Spring's green hill, we danced amongst pine
sprouting up and about, in pure sunshine
We spun our arms, we held on fast
impatient feet slipping, on dew-dipped grass
We fell together, two lovers too young
to love anything more, than having fun
We chewed on weeds and stared at the sky
layed amongst creatures too small to try
To see for themselves what all we've seen
a sun that wakens us, to the awe of Spring
...
#fall
#spring
#summer #winter
#summer #winter
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Jagged Pirouette
A meditative line
designed
to find
the new forms of the soul,
Inscribed/infused
into
the
vibe of the scribe,
Ambrosia wine
imbibed,
from
an original vine,
Medicine -
for
this
trying time,
Where there
is
no
time to die,
No time
to
lie
Beneath a leaf
Falling
From
The
Sky.
designed
to find
the new forms of the soul,
Inscribed/infused
into
the
vibe of the scribe,
Ambrosia wine
imbibed,
from
an original vine,
Medicine -
for
this
trying time,
Where there
is
no
time to die,
No time
to
lie
Beneath a leaf
Falling
From
The
Sky.
#earth
#fall
#nature
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Autumn in Phoenix
Vibrant reds and yellows
swaths of orange
streak the sky
in a valley of millions
sunset air pollution
at least its pretty
brisk breezes of Fall
crisp red apples
earthy cider wafts
of cloves and cinnamon
hay rides under warm blankets
seasonal pleasures
enjoyed by those further north
glad at least some get to experience them
this time of year
is an arborial fashion show
change in the air
the promise of snow
but not here
and I'm...
swaths of orange
streak the sky
in a valley of millions
sunset air pollution
at least its pretty
brisk breezes of Fall
crisp red apples
earthy cider wafts
of cloves and cinnamon
hay rides under warm blankets
seasonal pleasures
enjoyed by those further north
glad at least some get to experience them
this time of year
is an arborial fashion show
change in the air
the promise of snow
but not here
and I'm...
#city
#fall
#desert
305 reads
15 Comments
DU Poetry : Fall by Top Critiquers Poems