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A Poem by Liana


Stepped from wrought iron with tanned feet, in suffocating boots. Hit the pavement, Kicking and scattering liquid amber hues and leav..
Painting by Seasons 1

Painting by Seasons 1

A Poem by PJ


Autumn has come and I have seen,Where she has painted out the green,Each yellowy leaf, now crispy brown,Now white with frost an icy down.Bare the tree..
On Autumn

On Autumn

A Poem by Armana D'Uscaret


Leaves must turn towards the colour of rust- Find joy beginning the end.
stealer of seasons

stealer of seasons

A Poem by L.L Price


Such a tragedy when one is so young.
SEASONS AGAIN

SEASONS AGAIN

A Poem by kublakhan27


11 4 11
Jeans

Jeans

A Story by f**k you


I was sitting on my single stair Head pressed against my knees Arms wrapped around my calves Breathing in the scent of jeans The pattern of carl..
At 3,000 feet

At 3,000 feet

A Poem by Kaitlyn Stone


when the cold breath raises the temperature of color you can hear the crunch of gold leaves under your ..
The Sale

The Sale

A Story by Fae


A short story about letting go.
Fall (Autumn)

Fall (Autumn)

A Poem by Adam Faison


This is the third in a series of four poems about the four seasons.
Midnight at the Carnival

Midnight at the Carnival

A Story by Dan_Thompson


I awoke to the sounds of a carnival floating in from my open window. It was fall, and the large harvest moon on the horizon was like an eye star..
Dear fall

Dear fall

A Poem by andreii93


I really love all seasons. But summer and fall are my favorite ones and I wish they could last forever!
Cornizzolo

Cornizzolo

A Poem by andreii93


This is my first poem ever. I wrote it on November the 9th, 2007 and it is about the description of the nature on a mountain named Cornizzolo, situate..
Pleasant Octobers

Pleasant Octobers

A Poem by Jolie Blossom


This is my first tanka (Japanese poem, like a haiku but with more syllables.) I chose to write it about my favorite season.
Roses Withered

Roses Withered

A Poem by Adam M. Snow


Fall has come, I see roses withered with timely settled of fluttering birds. The golden colors of fallen leaves, upon the grounds and upon the eaves.
September

September

A Poem by TheJordBaker


another simple one.