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Tiffany Rose Moczydlowski

Rookie - 1 Points (November 28,1996 / Springfield, MA)

Autumn Is Called Fall For A Reason


The crisp autumn air is filled
With the scent of fallen leaves..
It's almost as if they're just
Cast away from their parent trees
Because they have served their purpose
Of keeping them alive.
And the oaks have long forgotten
The debt owed to them.
They just cast the leaves away
From their lives
Used and unwanted
In this world.
Scattered along the ground
Their souls shiver in the mass grave
That they were forced into,
By the ones who raised them,
All too early.

Submitted: Tuesday, October 11, 2011
Edited: Wednesday, October 12, 2011

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  • Rookie Matthew Peel (1/2/2013 2:38:00 PM)

    A very well written poem.... like others said, I never really gave it much thought about leaves falling and where they go.... Great job! (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 2,750 Points Hazel Durham (1/2/2013 2:23:00 PM)

    Amazing poem full of the beauty of nature and it's sad end so beautifully written! ! (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Maryelle Anthony (9/18/2012 3:30:00 PM)

    This poem is short but deep, yeah autumn is beautiful but the leaves “die” every year. I didn't really think about that so far but this is reality, and reality is always somehow sad. Good work! (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 903 Points Buddy Bee Anthony (8/12/2012 8:16:00 PM)

    This poem is perfect. You made your point and didn't try to get too clever or stray away from your very powerful message. If you ever wanted to expand this out, and this is just an option, You could talk about leaves that are piled into a bunch with a rake and mulched to make new soil to feed the parent tree. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Kelly Seale (8/12/2012 4:31:00 PM)

    Love your analogy and metaphors, and the imagery is superb! Kind of makes me sad for the leaves, for the trees, the great oaken parents, too. All have served their purpose, and yet all lost to eachother too soon. Reminds me of my Daughter. Si if I can take away from this, my own personal meaning... then you have done your job as a writer. A damn good noe, I might add! Graet Write Tiffany! (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 12 Points Farah Ilyas (8/7/2012 2:55:00 PM)

    hmmmm imagery bsed poem, more embellised by the use of metaphor & suitable expression...
    great
    keep writing.
    fantastic attempt (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Caroline Bulleck (7/28/2012 6:37:00 PM)

    I like how you capture the death of the leaves in fall. I also like how this poem can be interpreted in more than one way and applied to other incidences of death and pushing others away. It's sad, well written and the imagery is there. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 125 Points Claude H Oliver Ii (7/15/2012 6:47:00 PM)

    You have touched upon one of the most everlasting themes and also conundrums of nature; short life with an unsung future, yet your poem is a song for the unsung. (Report) Reply

  • Freshman - 1,391 Points Kevin Patrick (6/29/2012 9:04:00 PM)

    The phrasing and imagery are perfect and when I read it out loud the tone comes with bitter melancholy and a terrible dread that makes me want to run for someone lithium for a pick me up. This is definitely a personal fav and I could read it again and again. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 0 Points Dp Legaspi (6/28/2012 4:09:00 PM)

    out of all your poems, this was the one that resonated with me. the undertones of melancholy were subtle and not too overpowering. well written. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Margaret Haig (6/27/2012 7:48:00 PM)

    you are doing well Tiffany, your poem gives depth and feeling and explanation of what autumn is all about,
    Me pesonally am a 4 to six line poet writer where the last word of the line either two lines together rhymes, or every 2 nd line rhymes, as in cat brat, like the king was such a handsome man
    who loved to drive his comfy van;
    spreading cheer, to all he could,
    the sad, the lonely that lived in the wood.
    or like this, what are those breaks on the ice below,
    with such slippery wetness i see, and feel,
    and as I get close to where the breaks show,
    I find theyre bear marks, as I fall and feel a heel.
    But I like the way you write yours well done. keep up the good work. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 15 Points Swetha Vanakayalapati (6/25/2012 1:38:00 AM)

    The crisp autumn air is filled
    With the scent of fallen leaves..

    Scattered along the ground
    Their souls shiver in the mass grave

    I especially loved these lines.........its a sweet write! ! :) (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Tim Stensloff (6/24/2012 8:17:00 PM)

    I think you should edit this poem a little bit and trim it until it's sharper. Make it cut, if you know what I mean.

    I like the poem. I like how it isn't really about the season at all, but it can be deceptive enough for people to not realize that the whole poem is actually a metaphor. Don't take my criticism as judging or whatever. I just think you have potential and fluffy comments won't help you get any better. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Freddy Ibarra (6/23/2012 9:29:00 PM)

    Your message seems broad, but I like that. That way I can make that connection to from the poem to myself. It is very heartrich. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 10 Points David Rain (6/20/2012 10:58:00 PM)

    Autumn is my favorite season, I think it's interesting that to you, falling leaves are a graveyard whereas for me they are a painting made my nature once a year, every year. The more they fall, the more colorful they are, the more beautiful the painting. (Report) Reply

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