Fall Poems
Won't You?
by Lavra Hollis
Won’t you fall for me?
Won’t you say you love me?
Won’t you look at me like I’m the only one you want?
Won’t you say I’m the only one you want to love?
Won’t you fall for me?
Won’t you fall with me,
so we can land together,
in each other’s arms?
Won’t you fall for me?
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The Coronation of Autumn
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
Autumn was next witnessed
Through the eyes of a coquettish October,
The somnolent month that spreads fast its
Mat of diffused pleasure.
And should there be a tendril pulse,
Let it hammer the flesh of youth, who
Witnessed through the eye of a dream
The hasty coronation of Autumn —
The crowning of promises belching
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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.
I Love The Autumn
by Randy Johnson
Fall is my second favorite season of the year.
I love the Autumn as much as people love beer.
The leaves will change color and fall from the trees.
When it comes to the Autumn, it is sure to please.
Fall is a season that I really appreciate.
I love the Autumn because it's great.
Autumn
by Peter Quitadamo
Evenings cool and leaves
die. Time feels especially thin.
Magic is in the air.
Won't You?
by Lavra Hollis
Won’t you fall for me?
Won’t you say you love me?
Won’t you look at me like I’m the only one you want?
Won’t you say I’m the only one you want to love?
Won’t you fall for me?
Won’t you fall with me,
so we can land together,
in each other’s arms?
Won’t you fall for me?
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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.
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