Singleton M. Tate

Gloomy Autumn - Poem by Singleton M. Tate

Amber colors... leaves portray
People converge on the park each day
Running, walking, laughing, talking
Playing children... mad dogs barking

Barren trees... sigh and wail
Crack vials... used condom tales
Bullets, knives, shovels and bricks
Unearth death's anger... mystery's tricks

Gloom... fumes its gushing peak
Thoughts of the evil ones speak
Plots that thicken... desires of greed
These benches... will keep all up to speed

Poet's Notes about The Poem

Taken from the book: 'Open-Ended Artistic Creativity'

What if every inanimate object had a voice?
What would they say? T.G.

Comments about Gloomy Autumn by Singleton M. Tate

  • Indranil Bhaduri (8/16/2012 3:30:00 AM)

    Beautifully rhymed. Loved the job. (Report)Reply

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  • Saadat Tahir (8/7/2012 10:46:00 PM)

    whoa...great rhyme and meter...
    high on context content and poetic merit

    i loved the way you said it....superb
    i guess we have a kinda common style, that's why it touched a cord

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Poem Submitted: Monday, August 6, 2012

Poem Edited: Saturday, March 9, 2013

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