They say that everything changes
People–they come and they go
Seasons are earth-moods
Like phases we live through
And sometimes we just cannot know
They say that nothing is certain
Life is not quite what we plan
Dying and taxes
The world on it’s axis
Will fumble the dreaming of man
October leaves
Moves like the trees
Comes in with color
And falls with the breeze
October leaves
And I still believe
Things will be better
When we can be free
I’ve heard that rules are for breaking
Skies are not limits at all
I’m not the seasons
And I have my reasons
To hold on much longer than fall
I’ve heard that leaves are for turning
But I have no turning to do
I may be left here
But I’ll do my best, dear
To keep my heart anchored to you
October leaves
Moves like the trees
Stealing the sunshine
And painting the east
October leaves
But it’s not like me
I can brave winter
And last through the spring
vampireweather 
May I ask what inspired this?
October holds a lot of memories for me. I just thought that the concept of “leaves” and different usages of the word could work to express the contrast of things that change and of commitment and how there is a place for both. Hopefully that made sense
It was very well done. Thank you for sharing and telling me more about it.
thanks! 🙂
There was one other way to win the game… And you did it when you posted this. Wow.
Yay! So…your turn! 😉
Soon…. Suspense is fun, remember? 😉
Oh well in that case, I can skip a few days of posting, right? That’s only fair 🙂
I’m so sorry my reward is taking so long… I’m trying to perfect it so that it will be worth your win. 🙂
No rush. I understand and I can’t push my poetry. Take your time ❤
Okay… It’s ready! I’m sorry it took so long… I ended up not having access to a medium that would allow me to post it. But I hope you enjoy it!
Nothing is as it seems
When you’re living in a memory
Pulled apart at the seams
When you’re living in a memory
Back to the place where minds are read
I am Living in a memory
Sharing secrets and turning red
I am living in a memory
Without trying it’s where my mind goes to
Into the memories
And I wonder are you there too
Into the memories
It’s nothing money can buy
To be living in my memories
I’m not noticing life go by
Because I’m living in my memories
The fall brings again the scents
That are strait from my memory
People don’t think that it makes sense
That I’m living in my memory
It’s a replay by the hour
A replay of the memories
I can’t help but think of our
Beautiful, wonderfully perfect memories ❤
Wow. That is truly beautiful. Thank you so much for taking the time to share your heart and your lovely words. It is a great honor and I treasure that ❤
I wish I were as talented as you. I wish I could return the favor that you do for me. Thank you for your kind words. <3333
You return enough to make me want more 🙂
NNNOOOOOOOO!!! That’s not true.
That is an epic poem , it flows , it reads rhythmicly it sounds like music when spoken . It speaks volumes about you and if ever you need a poem to enter for a competition or an exam consider this . It is a winner it is beautiful.
Aw thank you! I doubt I will be competing any time soon. I know nothing technical about poetry and I wouldn’t have the first clue about entering competitions. Thank you! 🙂
flowing like a song, melancholic but there is optimism finally. beautiful
Thank you!
Beautiful poem, 🙂
Thank you so much!
This poem is so amazing, I love the the flow, the feeling, almost a sadness. wonderful parallels between leaves and a person.
Thank you for your encouragement! I appreciate your kind words