Swaying in the breeze,
the ocean beneath the trees,
sun is out to please.
Author: Autumn
Thunder Storm
The darkness knows
as the thunder rolls
and the rain drops fall,
forming a wet wall.
Umbrellas snap,
heads with caps
as patrons splash
under the lightning crash.
The rain subsides
as clouds begin to hide
and water drips
in between coffee sips.
© Autumn Siders 2017
LEAD BOOTS
LEAD BOOTS
AND THIS HEAVY HEART
ASSURE MY DEMISE
AS I FALL APART.
MY FATE WAS SEALED
FROM THE START
ALTHOUGH IT SEEMS,
YOU DID YOUR PART.
© Autumn Siders 2017
The Hunt Is On
Nighttime falls
and the world comes alive.
The hunt is on
and on this thrill, I thrive.
The grasses sway
and the crickets chirp.
As I lay in wait
for the sneaky perp.
Whiskers twitch
and eyes are wide.
And like a lion
I hunt with pride.
The hunt is on
and on this thrill, I thrive.
Nighttime falls
and the world comes alive.
© Autumn and Emilita Siders 2017
Lead Me On
Lead me on
and break me down.
I’ll still follow
and play your clown.
Your smile charms,
as your body enchants.
My poor heart aches;
it never had a chance.
Bleed me dry
and leave me for dead.
Your kiss on my lips
is the last thought in my head.
© Autumn Siders 2017
Classy
Riddles born of answers
from questions never asked
and hatred disguised in sweetness
from cowards who remain masked.
Details that remain voiceless
in plans not meant to last
made by people who are pointless
and lack any sense of class.
© Autumn Siders 2017
#tbt
You are a blank slate
just waiting to be skewed
by the colors of another
you’ve already screwed
and the personality you lack
will reflect from your prey
as you sit back and wait
for another poor soul to stay.
© Autumn Siders 2015
Seasoned
Sun hits the blacktop,
summertime bursts in on spring.
The next season falls.
© Autumn Siders 2017
Happy Birthday, Emilita!
Before we met,
I never knew
all that I missed
without you.
This day each year
I hold so dear
since the day we met
is the best day yet.
Now I know
with certainty
you hold my heart
eternally.
© Autumn Siders 2017
Sad Eyes
Sad eyes scan the room
for something to redeem,
but nothing seems to catch them
and this cure remains unseen.
Lonely hearts are waiting,
two lost souls in the night,
for something yet to come
and only then they’ll know it’s right.
Autumn Siders 