Limerick Poems About Autumn | Autumn Limerick Poems
Poem Details | by TIMOTHY CARTER |
Categories: adventure, autumn, dedication, devotion,

This Path we Walk

As we walk like children holding hands , swinging our arms together as we walked slowly through the blanket of the Autumn leavesThe path we walk is as it were never endingThe tall forest trees that lined each side , appeared to funnel off to the distant open sky Sun now setting leaving a Orange sky that blended with the leaves all about us That cool evening breeze upon our glowing faces The whisper of the trees as they swayed in the wind , but the loudest sound of it all was the beating of our hearts No it was not just the chill of the wind that made our faces glow , it was the love in our hearts that showedYes we were children for that moment , full of innocents of a love so pure at heart, a love so true , nothing could tear it apart A love that memories are made of  and dreams that come trueThere is nothing so good as the love you have for me and I for you.
  The path we walk that seemed to go on forever , was actually our love through out our lives ,as we travel together through it.
TAC


Poem Details | by Jack Ellison |
Categories: future,

No More Rides On A Sleigh



Mildest autumn on record up here What will become of us in future years Will we all melt away No more rides on a sleigh Just a horse and buggy, no muffs on our ears © Jack Ellison 2015


Poem Details | by Jack Ellison |
Categories: confusion,

Up To Our Ying Yang



What a wonderful setting beside a small forest When autumn arrives with it's colourful chorus Then surprise to us all The leaves start to fall And we're up to our ying yangs with a clean up abhorrent © Jack Ellison 2015


Poem Details | by MoonBee Canady |
Categories: allegory, friendship, peaceautumn,

James 'Jimbo' Marshall Goff ( A Limerick)

‘James ‘Jimbo’ Marshall Goff ’

 There Was A Gentle Man, Known As Jimbo
Who Had An Exceptional-Voiced, Poet-Lingo
    That When He Spoke To The Trees
       They All Dropped Their Leaves
At The Autumn Song of His Classical-Soul-O



For Jimbo.Because of His Depth of Soul
           Tenderness For Nature
Strong Convictions, Multi-Faceted Triumphs
          and an All Around Good Guy

                 Your Poet-Friend, MoonBee


Poem Details | by Agnimitra Mishra |
Categories: age, allegory, autumn, bereavement,

The cycle of life

The wind blew the leaves away, for it was the end of times
The leaves dried and had fallen, for it was on the cold ground
The thoughts of being tethered to the warm support
Of the love and embrace, it was wonderful times
The love had forsaken the once tender leaves
It was the autumn time, the days they are left to fall away
The dimming memory of leaves, to see the glory of sun 
To dance to the tunes of singing gale
Alas it was their end of times
The kid on the block walked over the pile of them all
Asked his father, why this happened at all
"the love of tree, shouldn't make it to keep them in its fold"
Father smiled, he replied this wasn't the end of this all
For the day will come when the sun will again be up, in its full glory
The cycle of life and death will again swing
And a day will come when you will again walk over the leaves, and maybe i wont be there