Poems About: AUTUMN

In this page, poems on / about “autumn” are listed.

  • 13.
    Autumn

    Summer droplets sweating on autumn
    Perspiring brother builds his equinox column
    Provoked earth invokes southwesterly solemn
    For humans ever summer they condemn read more »

    Indira Renganathan
  • 14.
    Autumn

    Autumn again is here
    Beautiful Autumn!
    The best time of the year
    Beautiful Autumn! read more »

    Della Hodgson James
  • 15.
    Autumn In July

    It was a cool July and it was dusk.
    The gentle winds that blew,
    brushed the Autumn of your hair. read more »

    (brief renderings) Joe Fazio
  • 16.
    A Day Like No Other...

    It was a cool July and it was dusk.
    The gentle winds that blew,
    brushed the Autumn of your hair. read more »

    (brief renderings) Joe Fazio
  • 17.
    Autumn In July (rated in group)

    It was a cool July and it was dusk.
    The gentle winds that blew,
    brushed the Autumn of your hair. read more »

    (brief renderings) Joe Fazio
  • 18.
    Autumn In July

    It was a cool July and it was dusk.
    The gentle winds that blew,
    brushed the Autumn of your hair. read more »

    Waldon Pond Productions
  • 19.
    Mid July? Or Not

    It was a cool July and it was dusk.
    The gentle winds that blew,
    brushed the Autumn of your hair. read more »

    (brief renderings) Joe Fazio
  • 20.
    That Autumn Day In Mid July.

    It was a cool July and it was dusk.
    The gentle winds that blew,
    brushed the Autumn of your hair. read more »

    (brief renderings) Joe Fazio
  • 21.
    AUTUMN CAME

    By ripping cheeks,
    with cold breeze,
    with twitter of sparrows,
    Autumn came! read more »

    Mula Veereswara Rao
  • 22.
    Autumn

    autumn is a clocks changing
    and dark evening after school

    autumn is shiny conkers read more »

    mehwish shakeel
  • 23.
    haiku: autumn trees

    depth of autumn
    a few leaves on the tree
    dancing read more »

    john tiong chunghoo
  • 24.
    Autumn

    In Autumn I can smell somebody drinking their hotchocolate and making noise as I walk by their houses.
    In Autumn I can smell the cold, frosty wind blowing by as I am walking on the grass.
    In Autumn I can touch the wind blowing my hair and the Autumn leaves stuck in it like a bee in a flower.
    In Autumn I can touch the crunchy leaves in my hands, turning into pieces and being blown away by the wind. read more »

    sanjita gurung
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