#autumnpoems

[uncle-keg]

Fall’s Farewell

From the hospital window

on a bleak autumn mourning,

I watch the last leaves fall–

like my hope for our future.

[nudeartpluspoetry]

"Autumn," by Guillaume Apollinaire

translated by A.S. Kline

[mariamar9712]

Otoño

Your trees begin to sway,

bringing your cold touch,

Our spirits walk along 

these many lonely roads.

Rest is up ahead. 

You say its home.

Where you serve me,

Hot Chocolate. Pan Dulce.

So warm, I feel it 

In my toes. So sweet, 

You lick your fingers. 

Todos caemos.

Our leaves turn to gold, 

Yellow, red, then old. 

Crispy and Crunchy, 

Strange feet turn you

Into dust

. 

We all fall at some point, 

The floor is who I trust. 

There is a question, I 

Tend to think of

When I’m looking up at 

You, tree.

 What color am I this fall?

How old was I when I was green? 

M.G.M. <09/26/19>

[esmashraf]

‘Falling Hearts’ A poem from; Shamma: The dancing flame. #autumn #fallpoetry #autumnpoems #poetry #poetrycommunity #poetryslam #poetryofinstagram #nycpoetry #nycpoet #nycfestivals #fallfestival #writersofinstagram #writer #writersblock #newbooks #newbook #romanticpoetry #lovepoems #hudsonvalley https://www.instagram.com/p/B3rsM5yp8rP/?igshid=1ncy2abci5xkx

[bloodypages]

Autumn hue

It's recently become autumn where I am

I realized when I finally looked up from my exam

The leaves have changed to vibrant hues

Orange and yellow hillsides of an artists muse

I've found myself picking up leaves when I walk

Some fresh and some fragile as chalk

My infatuation stems from their tree

Where they were once rooted until set free

Falling from where they were made, onto an unforgiving ground

Waiting on the pavement expecting to never again be found

Yet, when they fall

Though they no longer stand tall

They've fallen because they've grown

Though, their home threw them out into the unknown

What they don't see is they're at their best

To this I can attest

Their colors have changed

Oranges and yellows rearranged

With dots of green floating away

Although some parts of them may stay

Their true colors show

Stemming into veins that glow

Just because these leaves have fallen from home

They're far from being monochrome

No longer blending in with everything they knew

These leaves I love for they found their real hue

-m. h.

[bitesandplaces]

FALL In Love

[aether-inscriptions]

*** • captured with my essence but no longer functional a relic, stranded, in open bastille only three words remain *out of service* • captured on iPhone • #relicsofhumanity #relic #relics #phonebox #inthepast #outofservice #poetsofinstagram #poetrycommunity #poet #poetsofig #igpoets #poems #autumnpoetry #autumnpoems #fallenpoet #seattleart #seattleadventures #seattlephotography #seattleautumn #autumninseattle (at Fremont Bridge)

[signednse]

It was the end of summer.

The sleepy sun gave way into the obscere moon as she wrapped herself up in golden wheat sweaters.

The wind had become a howling wolf in the distance, sending a shiver up the near by spines of focused tree's.

And as the trees shook it's leaves collided into a downward dancing spiral.

The sky looming over head, had spilled alittle too much red wine over its canvas, reminding the world of the bitter sweet existance of fall.

And as if that wasn't enough of a sign that she was on her way, the days leading up to our sweet Autumns divine was sang about by crows.

Humanity, then begans pulling out their chilly weather clothes.

Tea cups turn to coffee pots and morning cereal gets replaced by something hot.

The entire world knows whats coming.

As saddness for a old chapter to end, the exitement for what we can't comprehend takes over.

And in the blue freightening night, we pick up a candle to hold tight and tell summer we'll see her soon again.

-Signed, NSE

[historyboy78]

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When I looked out this morning Autumn, I knew, was nigh. The mist, the hills adorning, The racing clouds on high. Let our world have resting time, Let nature fallow lie, So living things can rest sublime, Now that autumn’s nigh. Autumn By Stephen Robert Kuta #poetry #autumn #autumnvibes🍁 #autumncolors #autumnvibes #autumnwords #autumnpoem #words #poetryisnotdead #poem #positivepoems (at Great Leighs) https://www.instagram.com/p/B4apppQArkD/?igshid=1py91m0vd53rg

[nudeartpluspoetry]

"Under the Harvest Moon," by Carl Sandburg

[pamelastorch]

Just wrote this poem. The Autumn Bridge to Nowhere by Pamela Storch Wishing everyone a beautiful day! Love, Pam #pamelastorch #pamelastorchpoems #pamelastorchpoetry #poems #poetry #newpoem #poet #autumn #autumnpoem #fallpoems #symbolism #metaphor https://www.instagram.com/p/CVTsqEILIY5/?utm_medium=tumblr

[esmashraf]

‘Falling Hearts’ A poem from; Shamma: The dancing flame. #autumn #fallpoetry #autumnpoems #poetry #poetrycommunity #poetryslam #poetryofinstagram #nycpoetry #nycpoet #nycfestivals #fallfestival #writersofinstagram #writer #writersblock #newbooks #newbook #romanticpoetry #lovepoems #hudsonvalley https://www.instagram.com/p/B3rsM5yp8rP/?igshid=1ncy2abci5xkx

[ange680]

Scarlet and gold 💖 . . . #georgeeliot #autumnpoem #scarletandgold #wind #scarlet #gold https://www.instagram.com/p/CFX8MzCAm39/?igshid=174bzaj1jyz9i

[veronicaaldous]

Sashiko

November plucks At the beggar’s torn shawl Blue beneath the folds

Veronica Aldous all right reserved 2020

Indigo. by Veronica Aldous 2020

[lex-prplatmngrl]

Autumn Love

You seemed warm but you were cold. Of course that fact changes depending on who you ask. Some people can find you dark, cold, strange, unfriendly they even get depressed around you but there is a bunch of people whose smile rises up every time they hear your name, if they start talking about you they would never stop, for them you are warm, beautiful, you make everything feel right, you are their home. And when I asked them what makes you that special everyone answered things like your whispers, voice, smell, the orange and red hues of your hair but there is one specific person who said that what really makes you perfect is the fact that you never stay, you are always here and there traveling from one place to another, but never long forever. You stay for a while and then you leave, thats what makes them to want you even more and they are always so impatient for you to come back.Every time you came around, you kill but you do it so another can live, thats why when I first really met you, the thought that bumped into my head was “You´re cold but yet, so warm”.

[shoreditchpoet]

For the autumn in you. #writersofinstagram #autumnpoem #jazz #jazzpoetry #poetsofinstagram #romanceisnotdead #saxophone #poem #poetry #poetrycommunity #instawrite #instawriter #citylife #streetlife #johncoltrane #milesdavis #streetpoetry #streetstyle #streetphotography #paris #london #chicago #newyork https://www.instagram.com/p/BoFU977Bbnc/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=7qw309r1x82q