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lunchboxpoems · 5 months

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TOM SNARSKY

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seraphinesaintclair · 7 months

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Madison Julius Cawein, “Autumn Sorrow”

#madison julius cawein #words #my posts #lit #literature #quote #quotes #poetry #poem #autumn #autumn quote #autumn poetry #autumn poem

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autumncottageattic · 7 months

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"To Autumn" by John Keats

Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,

Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;

Conspiring with him how to load and bless

With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;

To bend with apples the moss’d cottage-trees,

And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;

To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells

With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,

And still more, later flowers for the bees,

Until they think warm days will never cease,

For summer has o’er-brimm’d their clammy cells.

Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?

Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find

Thee sitting careless on a granary floor,

Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind;

Or on a half-reap’d furrow sound asleep,

Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook

Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers:

And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep

Steady thy laden head across a brook;

Or by a cider-press, with patient look,

Thou watchest the last oozings, hours by hours.

Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they?

Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,—

While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day,

And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue;

Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn

Among the river sallows, borne aloft

Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;

And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;

Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft

The redbreast whistles from a garden-croft,

And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.

#john keats to autumn #john keats poetry #john keats #autumn poem #autumn atmosphere #autumn aesthetic #autumn colors #autumn nature #country autumn'#fall season #country living #autumn garden #cozy cottage life #country aesthetic #cottage garden

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nushchaotic · 7 months

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Autumn told me, "It's okay to fall." To me, autumn, you feel like home. Upon your arrival, I know that the days are going to be shorter and cold. It's time to take out the blankets, so snug, the sunshine now feels like a warm hug. The leaves turn auburn and detach themselves from the branches. The trees stand still, the weather is crisp, but there's comfort in this stillness. The autumn told me that it's okay to break, and fall. It's okay to detach. I like weather, gloomy and my coffee, hot. How about getting drunk on life, just one more shot. Autumn smells like nostalgia, a lost book in the shelf, childhood memories and friends. Everything is fading away like flowers and leaves, but beautifully. Autumn told me, that everything is going to be okay at the end.

~A.m.

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savage-flirtation · 7 months

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Fall is my favourite season

I look at the leaves and sigh

Something about change

That emphasizes the extra

*good* in goodbye

I like to think I'm getting better

at letting go

Because my love is something

That's earned

not to owe

I don't owe anybody

I accept what is gone

I'm not gonna convince you

that the grass is fuller on my lawn

I'm just gonna admire it

Pull up a chair

In the fall my friends help

Me plant new flowers when I call

I am a romantic

This much is true

But I'd much rather stay single

Than constantly chasing

someone new

Chasing some feeling

That's temporary and dull

People always want a trailer

But not to watch the movie in full

Some trailers give all the

best parts away

But for my way of storytelling

You better pay attention

To what I say

Some things are written

Recorded and redone

But we only get this life

Just one take and it's done

So if I am exploding

With emotions in life

You better go to a party

And say "you know what,

I miss my wife"

"you know, what I miss fall,

fall is her favourite season"

I used to be winter,

but now summer

is something to believe in

Because I am tired of feeling

like a book thrown away

Like the cover ripped off

Like I'm in some tragedy of a play

If I am constantly giving

If I don't know how to let go

I hope I meet somebody

I *will* end up with somebody

That treats me

like the best person that they know

Sound up*

Celia is fast becoming my favourite poet! ♥️

#Celia #powerhouseofthecel #more poetry needed #poem #poetry #she's the poetry #beautiful a thing of beauty #fall poem #autumn #autumm #autumn poetry #autumn poem

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frogwaltzes · 9 months

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I just wrote this and quite liked it

#oc poetry #poem #autumn poem #original writing #just feeling ready to let go of summer already #and I really can smell it outside #I just went outside briefly and in the shade #even with the sun and the breeze #I can sense it coming #September #September poem #September poetry

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thefatiguedflautist · 6 months

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My favorite poem - Annabel Lee by Edgar Allan Poe

It was many and many a year ago,

In a kingdom by the sea,

That a maiden there lived whom you may know

By the name of Annabel Lee;

And this maiden she lived with no other thought

Than to love and be loved by me,

I was a child and she was a child,

In this kingdom by the sea,

But we loved with a love that was more than love --

I and my Annabel Lee --

With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven

Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,

In this kingdom by the sea,

A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling

My beautiful Annabel Lee;

So that her highborn kinsmen came

And bore her away from me,

To shut her up in a sepulchre

In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in Heaven,

Went envying her and me --

Yes! -- that was the reason (as all men know,

In this kingdom by the sea)

That the wind came out of the cloud by night,

Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love

Of those who were older than we --

Of many far wiser than we --

And neither the angels in Heaven above

Nor the demons down under the sea

Can ever dissever my soul from the soul

Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;

For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams

Of the beautiful Annabel Lee,

And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes

Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;

And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side

Of my darling -- my darling -- my life and my bride,

In her sepulchre there by the sea --

In her tomb by the sounding sea.

~*~*~*~*~*~

#i had the idea to post this when it was still spooky season fall #but then i got ridiculously busy #but it's still legally fall #so this will do #i figure as long as i post it before december i'm safe lol #autumn #poem #autumn poem #autumn poetry #fall #fall poetry #edgar allan poe #annabel lee #beautiful #haunting

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kishusachan · 5 months

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Ode of AUTUMN 🍁🍂🥀

"Which season is your favourite?"

Ummm.... It's autumn..and then spring and rain.

"But why autumn ?"

For other's it's season of gloominess, whereas for me it's a season of nostalgia. How I lighted up that first scented candle and putted up those fairy lights. Luminous yellow flame of candle and golden beaming fairy light. The slow approach of nature towards winter. A season of balanced equilibrium of temperature, how could I hate it.? The big, old dried trees with pale or no leafs, where the birds sing in serenity and unison. A season of slow songs, beige and red color palletes, white blankets, a season of self healing and watching those white-blue orchids going away, a season for readers and John Keats' poetry (The ode of nightingale) and for artist's marking their asymmetry.

Season of mists yet clear sunsets where sun dives into the pink ocean of sky. People call it fall, but autumn leaves don't fall, they fly. They take their time and wander on their only chance.

Stepped into my homeland and saw the crop swaying in pure tranquility. And hair of homemakers lifting up by the soothing winnowing wind. The only greif-stricken thingo being, I visited it dreaming. A bittersweet story.

Everyone sings the songs of spring, failing to remember, those dry leaves which remark a new start, everything that collapses, blooms into something even mesmerizing.

-Kishu ♡

1:07am (30/11/2023)

#autumn #sunset #short poem #poem #original poem #john keats #autumn poem #autumn lover

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bugburrypond · 8 months

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(via Fall Will Come Again 🍂)

80+ Quotes to Celebrate the Beauty of the Season

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#quotes #poem #poetry #fall #autumn #fall quotes #fall poems #fall poem #autumn quotes #autumn poem #autumn poetry #nature #nature poem #nature quotes #writing #laura jaworski #bugburry pond #namaste

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liseliza · 7 months

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Sailor failure

i wish i was a sailor

so i could sail away with the wind

and sing

sail away from all my sins

all my things

i would bring your black cat for sympathy

and pet it if it let me

the words of the talking

would vanish with the wind

leave my filled skin

nothing would ever sink in

sink

if my boat got a hole in it

i would swim

with the wind

and your black cat

would sleep

on my back

i wish i was a sailor

sail away from being

a failure

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lunchboxpoems · 6 months

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FALL SONG

It is a dark fall day. The earth is slightly damp with rain. I hear a jay. The cry is blue. I have found you in the story again. Is there another word for ‘‘divine’’? I need a song that will keep sky open in my mind. If I think behind me, I might break. If I think forward, I lose now. Forever will be a day like this Strung perfectly on the necklace of days. Slightly overcast Yellow leaves Your jacket hanging in the hallway Next to mine.

JO HARJO

#jo harjo #poem #poetry #fall song #fall #autumn poem #fall poem

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autumneverleigh · 2 years

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To Autumn

Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run; To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease, For summer has o'er-brimm'd their clammy cells.

Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store? Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find Thee sitting careless on a granary floor, Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind; Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers: And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep Steady thy laden head across a brook; Or by a cider-press, with patient look, Thou watchest the last oozings, hours by hours.

Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,-- While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue; Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn Among the river sallows, borne aloft Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies; And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn; Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft The redbreast whistles from a garden-croft, And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.

John Keats

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harringtons-cupid · 2 years

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Autumn

Orange and grey hues

Leaves scattered

Wind howls

Rain chills

Hot tea steams glasses

Gloves warm frosted fingers

Your smile never leaves my mind

Our bodies tangled

Bed sheets crumpled

Autumn

Is for hope

For love

For warm soups

For candles

For fires

Autumn is for you

- H.B 2022

#autumn #writer #autumn aesthetic #autumn poem #poetry #soft poetry #my work #art #poems

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nushchaotic · 7 months

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Autumn; it's like the warmest hug from someone you love after so long but it's still cold. It's a warm cup of coffee you made for yourself but it's bitter as much as it's sweet. It's your favourite chocolate cookie you want to savour forever but it's the last one in the box. Autumn; it's like that journal you kept in your childhood where you wrote about all the things you love but reading it now makes you feel empty. It's the sweetest kiss from your lover but it's a goodbye kiss.

~Anushka

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written-by-sophia · 2 years

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orange october comes knocking in the middle of the night - i wake up and all the leaves have fallen to the ground. suddenly the sky feels like red velvet and the air smells like smoke. my heart grows heavier as days traipse from autumn to winter, the morning light growing dim the closer savings day comes. i bid the moon goodnight and wake alone, in the middle of the forest. i run with the morning mist for a while until it evaporates, along with every memory i’ve had of the summer sun.

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ghostinasunbeam · 2 years

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This for the red tree and the clear air and the freight train whistle calling in the night,

for goldenrod and golden grass and clumps of violet aster, the silver edges of the iron clouds;

this for every sparrow, every squirrel, every leaf, every thorn, my heart in every lighted window, almost home.

As you have been for me, I am for you.

This sunset sea, this wild October blue.

#poetry #fall poem #fall poetry #autumm #autumn poetry #autumn poem #october #writing #writers of tumblr #writers on tumblr #writeblr #mine

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