World Poetry Day – Winners!
Last week we asked you to share an original poetry piece with us in honour of World Poetry Day and the season of Autumn. Thank you to everyone who participated. Who knew we had so many wonderful poets in our Answers community!
As promised, we wanted to award the author of the winning poem 100 points and the 3 runner-ups 50 points! See below for the winners:
Winner: Justice of the Poetical Piece – 100 points!
Autumn Leaves
Autumn days, they do come and do go,
During that time there is much to show,
Coloured leaves falling all on the street,
Quietly dropping and ever so discrete.Red ones, yellow ones, and some are just brown,
Here and there, everywhere, in country and town,
Windswept, swirling, scattering in the wind,
Some caught under debris and are just pinned.As the days go the leaves gather on the ground,
Building like a mountain rather than a mound.
Children playfully kick at them, up into the air
Autumn leaves fly around with no wanting or a care.
Runner-up: mtheoryrules – 50 points!
Autumn don’t leave me
they were the yellow, red, and orange
of an auburn orgy
golden individuals
some rusty brown at their edges
winters kiss would sweep them up in a breeze
baring them to some distant crumbled fate
but those that remained would gossip
speaking scandal in hushed rattled whispers
and each day there were fewer still
as the stragglers slowly surrendered
to the occupation of a seasons tyranny
then she was the only one remaining
clinging to life valiantly, holding fast
but the day came when she too fell
the final hope of autumn gone at last
Runner-up: Brigitta – 50 points!
Autumn
is it in your eyes again
that change of time and
mornings filled with mist
beholdsunsets longer
mornings colder
and memories on leaves
falling from treesI hear the songs
deep from the sea
another season coming home.
Runner-up: Wolfgang Quinlan – 50 points!
An Ode to Autumn
Once healthy leaves, wither and die.
Turning red, and falling,
To the hard unforgiving ground
to be swept away in the windThe dead swept away,
like a tsunami of misery,
in a world that knows only pain.
This is my world.Darkness looms on the horizon.
Winter begins to set in.
The draining cold, seeps at my very soul.
Autumn – the season of our misery.
Well done to our winner and runners up! And thanks once a gain to everyone who submitted a poem, they were wonderful to read.
Kate
Community Manager



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