neonman asked in Arts & HumanitiesPoetry · 1 decade ago

Care to view a little 'leaf' in cheek?

(something light, just having fun)

Autumn Hate

Go stuff those apples you know where

take that white stuff with you too

for I didn’t order any of that crap

I’m quite fine with greens and blues

Wax poetic you will, go sweep my walk

Wasted energy, these gooey autumnal odes

Romance does not live on dead leaves

or rotted flowers, and frost bit fruit

Go ahead take up the collection, I’ll move

Gladly will I donate my rakes and blowers

gutter guards, warming blankets, etc., etc.

Go I will, laughing at your maudlin lines

But first a peek at least one last time

at those colors that fall paints upon her world!

10 Answers

  • 1 decade ago
    Favourite answer

    You can't have your cake and eat it too. Funny rant and I love the couplet.

  • Every season paints romance

    a heart must have the will to dance

    to see things new as colors change

    look through to beauty that remains

    No wasted energy at all

    in winter, spring, summer, fall

    there's warmth and love in all of these

    just knowing puts one's mind at ease

  • Anonymous
    1 decade ago

    This is a great piece! You directed hatred towards all the things I love about fall and then ended it beautifully with what makes me love the season most of all.

    Thank you for sharing!

    My answer was a piece too and I didn't even Try!!! Yay me! Lol I re-read it and it rhymed.

  • my driveway crunching neath my feet

    laid out with leaves from pecan tree

    I Sweep them up, must I repeat

    yet they still fall, continually

    air is cloistered sticking to my skin

    a spider web has caught me now

    my inhibitions growing thin

    the wail that emanates a howl...

    because I feel again that rain

    one day has not gone idly by

    it grew my lawn I can't complain

    from whence it came a murky sky

    fall colors floating on the breeze

    I trip.. it's fall, I skin both knees

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  • .
    Lv 7
    1 decade ago

    Yer less than a speck on a gnat's wing

    Regardless of it's nomenclature

    It all comes down to one sure thing

    No one can stop ol' Mother Nature

  • jenny
    Lv 7
    1 decade ago

    LOL....You write the other side of thoughts, that fill my mind and yard!

    What was once fun to do, with passing years, my energy is spent,

    and I procrastinate, and get the blues, cause I can't do what I use to do! that I want to do, to do, to do, to do.

    I do like this poem by you.

  • 1 decade ago

    Whoa Neon! That was explosive!

  • 1 decade ago

    I hear ya, Neonman! While fall is beautiful, us northern dwellers know full well what follows isn't always fun. Good writing this morning. Thanks for sharing.

    Source(s): friends, shirley.
  • Anonymous
    1 decade ago


    I too suffered post autumn

    treeautic sycadrome.....

    I'm now a raghead

    and damn proud!

    Say yes to sand storms !

  • Anonymous
    1 decade ago

    letting go is so hard...HA

    we have two seasons here....

    hot & MF it's HOT !!!

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