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Garden of Flowers

When the wind
Sings a lonely song,
There is tear-mist
In the air.

The cold autumn
Is exhausting,
The fallen leaves sigh
In the windswept park.

I drink wine
Before going to sleep;
But even in dreams,
I have forgotten how to smile.

When I enter the grave,
Will anyone recall
Walking with me
In a garden of flowers?

poem by Uriah Hamilton
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George Edmunds' Song

Autumn leaves, autumn leaves, lie strewn around he here;
Autumn leaves, autumn leaves, how sad, how cold, how drear!
How like the hopes of childhood's day,
Thick clust'ring on the bough!
How like those hopes in their decay-
How faded are they now!
Autumn leaves, autumn leaves, lie strewn around me here;
Autumn leaves, autumn leaves, how sad, how cold, how drear!

Wither'd leaves, wither'd leaves, that fly before the gale:
Withered leaves, withered leaves, ye tell a mournful tale,
Of love once true, and friends once kind,
And happy moments fled:
Dispersed by every breath of wind,
Forgotten, changed, or dead!
Autumn leaves, autumn leaves, lie strewn around me here!
Autumn leaves, autumn leaves, how sad, how cold, how drear!

poem by Charles Dickens
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A Day

Written by john curulewski
Lead vocals by john curulewski
Woke up in rainy autumn
Morning mist beginning to wane
And the birds of the winged trees
Calling my name
Care less the clouds above me
The wind is gently lifting my hair
Where the rivers of the wind fall light rain
Now stand bare
Listen to the flowing streams
Golden in the shelter of my dreams
Playing a song on the meadow that echoes with love
Walk alone through the garden
The leaves are wet with mornings tear
And the whispering of someone
Is drawing me near
Content to rest awhile
Pondering the motion of time
Over unforgotten memories
Dipped in wine
Listen to the flowing streams
Golden in the shelter of my dreams
Playing a song on the meadow that echoes with love
[extended instrumental solos]
The God of dusk is falling around me
The night air now restless and dank
Yet the fields are specked with flowers
Few and rank
Moon reflecting off the water
Rippling an image to me
Of the way that it is
And the way that its going to be
Listen to the flowing streams
Golden in the shelter of my dreams
Playing a song on the meadow that echoes with love

song performed by by Styx
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Beautiful Autumn

Beautiful autumn
Before night's winter fall
Slowly with its strum
In frosty nights call

The dreams of darkish play
From evenings in the night
Each winter’s icily play
In lost longing's flight

Beautiful yellow red
Leaves of the falling decay
Each peeling blossom bed
That gives the night its day

Their garden going to brown
When life is in its sleep
Like evening in winters gown
In tinctures not to keep

Beautiful dreams going
Flowing the last of autumn
With all its golden glowing
And drowning of river’s hum

The dreams of the cloudy sky
In days of the fallen leaves
Questions to ask for why
The world is of smile and greaves

poem by Peter S. Quinn
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That Year's Autumn Leaves

Darling, do you remember that year’s autumn leaves?
Perhaps it was your aura, but they were the prettiest and keenest I’ve ever seen
Strolling through the park, hand in hand, the foliage crunched lightly under our feet
Such a simple, yet transcendent, treat

That year’s autumn leaves were red and gold
Thinking of them now strikes a pleasant, if somewhat melancholic, chord
The days you walked with me like the Lord
And you were

That year’s autumn leaves and you
Contentedness shared by us two
Harmonic Convergence bestowed on the lucky few
Peace of mind that I knew

Nat King Cole said it best: “Since you went away the days grow long…”
This is evidenced by many of my poems and songs
Many people, sometimes myself, think I should stop, that it’s wrong
The creative outlet, however, is too strong

That year’s autumn leaves were actually summer daze
I just love the original song, and now this unique turn of phrase
Both recall an almost alien phase
Mr. Mercer, I give you all the praise

That year’s autumn leaves were you
They may not have existed, but it’s a metaphor any romantic would die for
I would
Would you?

That year’s autumn leaves were the best autumn has ever produced
At least until we walk in the park in the fall again…or whenever you choose

poem by Yoni Assis
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Autumn Dreams

Can you smell the morning mist
Roasted leaves cannot resist
The chilled wind of change.
As colours rearrange
That thrill
In orchard dawn the senses fill.
The wine of Autumn dreams to spill.
With scented smoke
Memories evoke
A childrens choir
Around bonfire.
Will you wake to winters' cold
To frozen lake
With skaters bold.
That silent death of ageing year
The bated breath of Christmas cheer.
But is all that glitters what it seems?
I'll find my gold in Autumn dreams.
Where nature set by silver streams
Great art to fade away.
No gallery could ever display
The beauty that the heavens spray.
I know you reminisce
Of Summer love
Or Springs' first kiss.
The frosted snowman moonlit bliss.
Or lonely beach hung with moon
To capture rapture of your hearts tune.
I love the ocean catching beams.
Yet I seek forever Autumn dreams.

poem by Kevin East
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Lonely & Forgotten

I was Walking Alone In The Rain
Where I go, It's A Lonely Path
I walk Solo, No-one with Me
I cry Alone, With the Wind
With my Tears, As it goes

I feel Like A Stranger
Lonely And Forgotten
As I walked along
The Forgotten Park
Along the Lonely Boulevard

I walked Along the Park
As People threw water Balloons
At Me, And Laughed
I felt so ridiculed
and so isolated

I feel so alone, And Sad
So Isolated from the world around me
I feel Like a Stranger In Armadale
It's hard to make friends,
Because I'm Different

poem by Ashleigh Leona Mellon
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I Don’t Really Blame God

I’ve seen God smile
In autumn trees
After most of the leaves
Have fallen away to reveal him.
I told him, I love you,
But I’m lonely and sad
And in a cold place,
And I know that everything
I value will one day perish
Just like my elusive happiness.

poem by Uriah Hamilton
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Walking in the park
Flowers not and trees no leaves
Midle of autumn

haiku by Luis Estable
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Three Sheets To The Wind

Verse 1

Isn't it about time
yes, I've played this part before
I can recall each line
I'll cry out-Don't go
and you turn and walk away
I scream out-what about our yesterdays
knowing inside
this heart is going to break

Chorus

And later on
here I'll be
lonely and blue-three sheets to the wind
Tryin' to wash you out of my head and heart
with another drink
another sad song playin' on the radio
Like Remember When and Three Sheets To The Wind
three sheets to the wind

Verse 2

So you don't have to pretend
honey, it's that same old story-heard it all before
Got all the information I need
facts are so easy to see
Even a blind man would know
it ain't you and I anymore

Chorus

And later on
here I'll be
lonely and blue-three sheets to the wind
Tryin' to wash you out of my head and heart
with another drink
another sad song playin' on the radio
Like Remember When and Three Sheets To The Wind
three sheets to the wind

Verse 3

Well it's okay
had it all figured out
just a matter of time
I'll smile-laugh out loud
go on down to Mexico
lay on the shores
Under that golden sun
and maybe I'll just go on

Chorus

And later on
here I'll be
lonely and blue-three sheets to the wind
Tryin' to wash you out of my head and heart
with another drink
another sad song playin' on the radio
Like Remember When and Three Sheets To The Wind
three sheets to the wind...

poem by Daniel Wittfoth
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In Autumn's Moonlight

In Autumn's Moonlight
Leaves dance by chance...
In winds of change.

In Autumn's Moonlight
Shadows turn yesterday's garden...
To a rustle of blue and gray.

In Autumn's Moonlight
A breath turns to mist...
and the memory of a past love...
is a cool tear, upon a brisk soul.

poem by M.Dean Everett
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It's Autumn Again

It’s autumn again
Leaves whisper the sound of our past
In loss they pay a descent
To the ground we fall

It’s autumn again
Our song is sung by the wind
Echoes of loss and grief
Through chilled air we wade

It’s autumn again
The waters grow as cold as our hearts
We are alike – crusted in ice
In ourselves we freeze

It’s autumn again
Flowers vanish from our sadness
Our beauty grows weak
Covered in frost we wither

It’s autumn again
The rain falls like our tears
Can’t dry our eyes
From the sky we descend

It’s autumn again
The sun shines then fails like us
Our sight becomes a wintry gray
Lost in darkness we will fade

It’s autumn again

poem by Andrea Rieck
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A Secretary or a Waitress

The leaves rustle
A windswept autumn melody,
I walk alone the urban streets
Of beautiful sadness;
The grey sky is dangling
The threat of a slow, lonely rain.

I follow a blowing newspaper
To a cold corner bus stop
And gaze at a secretary or a waitress
Making her way home.

If I’m still walking at midnight,
There will be rats and raccoons to greet
In some alley of despair,
And there is always a stray thought
Trying to remember the last person I loved.

poem by Uriah Hamilton
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My Lonely Sad Eyes

(transcribed from them's them again album, 1966)
Fill me my cup
And i'll drink your sparkling wine
Pretending everything is fine
Till i see your sad eyes
Throw me a kiss
Across a crowded room
Some sunny windswept afternoon
There's none too soon for me to miss
My sad eyes
Woh oh ou, not bad eyes
A glad eyes, but you my sad eyes
Fortunate and free
And there go you and i
Between the other sky
But who are you and i
To wonder why we do so
My sad eyes - lonely
Oh what a story
Come on in all it's glory
This song that i sing in everything
For you my sad eyes
You'd better fill me my cup
And i'll drink your sparkling wine
Pretending everything is fine
Till i see your sad eyes
Woh oh ou, not bad eyes
A glad eyes, but you my sad eyes
Lonely sad eyes
(transcribed from maria mckee singing
On the van morrison songbook, 1997)
Fill me my cup
And i'll drink your sparkling wine
Pretending everything is fine
Till i see your sad eyes
Throw me a kiss
Across a crowded room
Some sunny windswept afternoon
There's none too soon for me to miss
My sad eyes
Oh, not bad eyes
But glad eyes, you my sad eyes
Fortunate and free
And there go you and i
Between the other sky
But who are you and i
To wonder why we do so
My sad eyes, yeah yeah
Oh what a story
Come on in all it's glory
This song that i sing in everything
For you my sad eyes
You fill me my cup
And i'll drink your sparkling wine
Pretending everything is fine
For you my sad eyes
Oh, not bad eyes
But glad eyes, it's you that i [ sa.....ile ?! ]
Ah, sad - lord, sad eyes - sad eyes

song performed by by Van Morrison
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A Winter Smile

The first icy mist of morning covered the land
With foggy, hazy, vague and blur memories of the Autumn
Where silence is deafening
Ans winter frost are chilly and deep.....

where vale of grief is lonely
And frost wind of mid winter looks cold and gray
And freshly fallen snow
Warms up the nostalgic memories.........

Where imagination helps to add a tint and a shade of life
And show the color of miracles on the garden covered with snow
And springs the hope in our hearts and souls
To bring us a whisper of joy and a winter smile........

And all this takes us on the momentary trip
Of an emotional journey of life
Where we can hear the echo and sounds of silence
And a hand full of memories from the gray and frosty winter mist........

Seema Chowdhury
23rd Nov,2010

poem by Seema Chowdhury
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The Fallen Star

I am like the fallen wish
So lonely as a fallen star
My bed a pool of tears I cry
Alone! ' I cry myself to sleep
'Alone I am with me!
Lonely in a world of mist
Alone, I reach to touch your wrist
And see if I am thee.’

To be alone beside a soul
Afloat, adrift; an empty ghoul
Alone in woe; the yearning flesh
To fill a thin, contorted mesh
Diffuse atop an icy floor
All alone I am alone

Too much stare much nightmare
Only thee walls
Can speak and share
loneliness a disease
Thee only cure is care

I am a song without a tune
Alone
A greying sky in June
Alone
I am a wedding without a groom
Alone
I am a ring without a hand
Alone

The blueness of a sullen moon
waning in a starless night
Alone
Coasting down a weedy pass
Alone
No rainfall no fallen leaves
Alone
The only image in the glass
Alone

I am so alone!
Alone like a fallen star

poem by Khalifa Mustapha
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The Garden

My heart is a garden tired with autumn,
Heaped with bending asters and dahlias heavy and dark,
In the hazy sunshine, the garden remembers April,
The drench of rains and a snow-drop quick and clear as a spark;

Daffodils blowing in the cold wind of morning,
And golden tulips, goblets holding the rain --
The garden will be hushed with snow, forgotten soon, forgotten --
After the stillness, will spring come again?

poem by Sara Teasdale
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The Song of the Wind

Have you heard the wind blow
Through the leaves of tress
That sway and bend
In reverence to the wind?

Have you heard the lonely song
Of the wind
As it searches the world
Looking for its love?

Oh, the song of the wind,
A melancholy dirge,
Singing in time
To the funeral march
Of a forgotten soul

And the song of the wind
Howls mournfully...
The song of a heart that is breaking
And can no longer live
Without his love.

poem by Thomas Noel Smith
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He Speaks To Me At Midnight

When all is still, the potion spills
Soft shadows on the grave
In windswept dreams, where silence screams
Of passion that I crave
Away in flight, on wings of night
Held captive in his snare
He stokes the fires…of my desire
And chains me to his lair
Each night I bend, to whisperings winds
They haunt my midnight skies
He softly sings, into my dreams
Such wicked lullabies
I hold on tight, to his delight
I'm a puppet on a string
He whispers flame, upon my name
In a raging midnight fling

His purchase price, cold as ice
Leaves me fraught…alone
Left searching in the waning night
Wondering where he's gone
Like a kiss of death, my heart bereft
My soul, an empty shell
I face the day, in cold decay
And walk through living hell

With secrets sealed behind a shield
Hard frozen on my lips
I wake to find, my peace of mind
Trapped in a sinking ship
The sky above, a darkened glove
That paints my spirit gray
My heart bemoans, I'm cold as stone
Yearning for the close of day

With evenings flight, into the night
I come alive, restored
As whispers stream into my dreams
To bring him back once more
It's only when, the whispering wind
Breaths warm across my shade
To turn my blight into delight
On a windswept serenade

My soul's replete on twisted sheets
So long the night remains
Until the yawn of coming dawn
Binds tight my heart in chains
As morning creeps into my sleep
Once more I dread the day
When reality shines, between the blinds
To sweep my love away

poem by Leria Hawkins
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The Wine and Me

I asked the moon to drink with me tonight;
he just gave me a heavy sigh,
as though he heard that plea from me
a thousand times before.
Morning after morning, I don't see the sun;
that was after the day you were gone.
I filled my cup with wine,
the sounds of it seems music to my ears.
I wish to fade as you fade
with the passing years.
Every gulp of it brings the memory
when you were here by my side.
'You'll be back' - a sentimental lie.
My cup was empty and i filled it again.
Only now, the tears flowed like rain.
'You did want me' - another lie.
And i drink with my shadow
as the time passes by.
I was slowly consumed, like fire down a candle;
like drops of water flowing like a passing river.
The taste of wine on my lips
seems so sweet...I drank again.
'You miss me'- a sweeter lie.
I drank till the dawn is nigh.
I ask only to be drunk forever
and never wake...
to lie forgotten with the darkness;
to sleep forgotten in the depths of a lake.
'You did love me' - the sweetest lie.
I wish to fade as the years pass by.
But tonight, there's just this wine and me
forgotten with the wind.
With our endless torments,
with our bitter tears...
There's just this wine and me to let me forget you
and the sorrows of a thousand years.

poem by Jessel Jane Tevar
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Notebook Scraps

I, had my marker
I made my way
And the chances not taken
Have all slipped away

There are the leaves
Scattered over the grave
There lie the dreams
As fate has it's say

The cold wind blows
The chances not taken
Into the darkness
Will never be 'waken

Flowers
Are made of petals
Earth,
Wind,
Rain,
And sunlight too.

Then there are
Flowers not
Seen
Made of the
Eveningtime dew

poem by Midnights Voice
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