It's the season of autumn, where leaves change their colours, the temperature drops and we have festivities like Halloween and Thanksgiving. Simply write a poem about one or more things you like about this wonderful, beautiful season. You're even welcome to make it a poem about what you're thankful for, since Thanksgiving in very close by. I now present you with mine, about my love for crunchy, pretty leaves: Ode to Autumn Leaves Leaves turning bright red like a delicious candied fruit I see some yellow ahead As yellow as a rain boot Orange like the sun Brown is a treat All the colours are fun Especially under my feet EDIT: And, to get back on track, I will post a new one this upcoming Saturday. My little Thanksgiving vacation threw me off. >>;
Re: Challenge #3 - Autumn Fire in the twilit sky Smoke in the air at dusk Burning leaves, in autumn brings A scent of love and lust Twisted tress are barren The skeletal remains Leaves are gone and changing Calling winter's name onto the sunset, cast through night The quiet Lunar mist. Until the blackened haunts of night Until the dawn, it sits. Waiting for an answer Crying out the name In Autumn's chill it's left With death and doom and change Walking side by side with frost My heart is but a coal Racing neck to neck I thrust This season owns my soul
Re: Challenge #3 - Autumn Poetry is not my strong point! XD But I like rhyming? Sitting on the bench, waiting all alone watching as the leaves fall and thinking on my own Autumn's breeze and summer's end is my savior and special friend nice and chill with air so cool chipmunks running and acting the fool sky is clear, and visitors rare all are missing out on this Autumn air.
Autumn Chilly breezes pass, Stirring the beautiful leaves, Of rich autumn hues. Harvest Moon Not a star in sight, In the cloudy dark of night, Shines the harvest moon. Halloween Children in costumes, Jack-o-lanterns smiling bright, Trick-or-Treat is fun. Scarecrow A lonely scarecrow, Keeping crows away, They shan't eat my corn.
Snow has not yet come to pass, And leaves blow in the breeze. And I am but a little lass, Staring at the trees.
The seasons come and go Marking the passing of the year But Autumn paints a canvas That calls me to draw near The blazing colors on the trees The crisp chill that curls around me As I draw a sweater tight to my chest And watch as leaves are blown free To float down where they may And make a carpet rich with color Upon the ground whereon they lay
