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lettersbycandlelight · 8 months

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#september #hello september #fall is coming #autumn is coming #poetry #light academia #light acadamia aesthetic #ber months #september october november #welcome september #fall poetry #autumn poetry #poetry quotes #august slipped away into a moment in time #healing quotes #poetry for the soul

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feltpoetry · 2 years

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“autumn exists to remind us that things must end to begin again.”

d.j

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abrighterspark · 8 months

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your season falls into favour / blue sky turns cloudy grey / matching eyes, same disguise / leaves litter pavings like oils in a painting / and there, waving, is you / a lover of another mind / but still so kind / it's tricky not to tumble, head first, unrequited and unlearned / into you.

#he's the autumn to my fall #i never learn #poetry #spilled ink #spilled words #not again #writerscreed #twcpoetry #poeticstories #poets on tumblr #autumn poetry #fall poetry #i really love this pls love it too

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keysofshadowandlight · 7 months

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Autumn Wind Follow R.Queen on IG @rqueenauthor

#fall leaves #dark academia #fall poetry #fall poems #spilled words #dead poets society #fall season #fall #love quotes #spilled ink #spilled poetry #poetry #fall quotes #friendship quotes #september #october #r.queen

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sshieettt · 5 months

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nushchaotic · 6 months

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Autumn told me, "It's okay to fall." To me, autumn, you feel like home. Upon your arrival, I know that the days are going to be shorter and cold. It's time to take out the blankets, so snug, the sunshine now feels like a warm hug. The leaves turn auburn and detach themselves from the branches. The trees stand still, the weather is crisp, but there's comfort in this stillness. The autumn told me that it's okay to break, and fall. It's okay to detach. I like weather, gloomy and my coffee, hot. How about getting drunk on life, just one more shot. Autumn smells like nostalgia, a lost book in the shelf, childhood memories and friends. Everything is fading away like flowers and leaves, but beautifully. Autumn told me, that everything is going to be okay at the end.

~A.m.

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aseasonoffallingleaves · 8 months

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#fall #fall blog #autumn #autumn blog #halloween #cottagecore #august #poem #fall poetry #fall 2023 #halloween pumpkins #all hallows eve #halloween lover #cozy autumn #cozy

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pillofmoonlight · 6 months

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One of my biggest fears is that the last time I see someone I love, I won't hug them tight enough or I won't tell them how much I value them and love them. Losing people is an inevitable part of life and sometimes as a part of the gradual process of growing up. Now I might forget that all but I rarely forget people in my life. And in those moments in my whistling solitude I'll think of them and I'll think abt the day I last saw them and I didn't hug them tight enough. Just come back to my arms for one last hug and we'll part ways again for all the differences. Like agree to disagree for a hug?

#love #friendships #friendship #fall poetry #writing #dark academia #solitude #female writers #women writers #writers on tumblr #creative writing #poems and poetry #writings #writers and poets #writerscommunity #missing someone

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growingroom · 5 months

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The roots of humility have untangled. Through tiny stones I see the moss grow. Love never halts to appear and neither should I. Life flutters in frames, stolen moments at a time. Through shapes of violet clouds and calming silence of violent sounds. The wind howls, now once more - the crescent moon smiles.

- safe space poetry (11-11-23)

#poems on tumblr #spilled poetry #poetry #autumn #fall aesthetic #fall season #fall poetry #love poem #overwhelming emotions #writing #thoughts #i’m a lesbian

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thefatiguedflautist · 5 months

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My favorite poem - Annabel Lee by Edgar Allan Poe

It was many and many a year ago,

In a kingdom by the sea,

That a maiden there lived whom you may know

By the name of Annabel Lee;

And this maiden she lived with no other thought

Than to love and be loved by me,

I was a child and she was a child,

In this kingdom by the sea,

But we loved with a love that was more than love --

I and my Annabel Lee --

With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven

Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,

In this kingdom by the sea,

A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling

My beautiful Annabel Lee;

So that her highborn kinsmen came

And bore her away from me,

To shut her up in a sepulchre

In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in Heaven,

Went envying her and me --

Yes! -- that was the reason (as all men know,

In this kingdom by the sea)

That the wind came out of the cloud by night,

Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love

Of those who were older than we --

Of many far wiser than we --

And neither the angels in Heaven above

Nor the demons down under the sea

Can ever dissever my soul from the soul

Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;

For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams

Of the beautiful Annabel Lee,

And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes

Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;

And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side

Of my darling -- my darling -- my life and my bride,

In her sepulchre there by the sea --

In her tomb by the sounding sea.

~*~*~*~*~*~

#i had the idea to post this when it was still spooky season fall #but then i got ridiculously busy #but it's still legally fall #so this will do #i figure as long as i post it before december i'm safe lol #autumn #poem #autumn poem #autumn poetry #fall #fall poetry #edgar allan poe #annabel lee #beautiful #haunting

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stupendouswizard · 8 months

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"I like the cold, but not when it's freezing. I like sweaters and warm drinks. I like the cold mornings, when it's so early the sun hasn't risen and I'm by a window and it's slightly frosted over. Then the sun comes up and the world is a mix of green and gold, the summer's breath is still there, but not quite. Oh sweet October."

#poetry #literature #lit #fall poetry #autumn #october poetry #october #spilled ink #dark academia

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catacomb-creatures · 6 months

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