Autumn Is Called Fall For A Reason Poem by Tiffany Rose Moczydlowski
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.
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.
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.
this poem, for its length, is very deep...shows the reality of life
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.
A very well written poem.... like others said, I never really gave it much thought about leaves falling and where they go.... Great job!
Amazing poem full of the beauty of nature and it's sad end so beautifully written! !
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!
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.
hmmmm imagery bsed poem, more embellised by the use of metaphor & suitable expression... great keep writing. fantastic attempt
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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12/5/2025 12:09:41 AM # 1.0.0
Deep and meaningful, sad and lonely - well done