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Short September poem by Lynne Hanson| Details | |

last performance

double reverse pike
red flash twisting in free fall
autumn leaves last dance

Short September poem by Jen Franks| Details | |

United Nations Plaza

Temperature dip
urban leaves turned
Autumn, sniffing around
for a place to settle
no Farmer's Market
in San Francisco today.

Short September poem by Cynthia Jones| Details | |

Bent Tree -Airless Suburban Haiku-

A tree bends over not to smell the sweet grasses but to pick up leaves. Copyright © Cynthia Jones Sept.17/2005 Just having fun with words.

Short September poem by Anne Lise Andresen| Details | |

- Haiku X 35 - Apples Drops -



       When the wild bull runs 
       Apple garden of Eden 
       Earth shakes free drop down






             A-L Andersen :)  
       - September 19 - 2014 -

Short September poem by Timothy Hicks| Details | |

Sleepy Sport

In our heads the season was far from over
so we played a game in late September.
He said, "before the sun sets
can we not take a rest?"
"But we already are, this is baseball remember?"

Short September poem by Cynthia Jones| Details | |

Cross-Eyed Woman -Limerick-

Cross eyed woman had a nasty fall after running into a brick wall she was hit over the head with a big loaf of bread while trying to play basketball. Copyright Cynthia Jones Sept.23/2004

Short September poem by verlena dillard| Details | |

Autumn

Amazed by Earth's beauty,
Understand the change,
To which when it's sunny,
Unexpected for those see the season image from their cage.
Many don't understand about fall,
No matter what, fall is the most beautiful of all.

Short September poem by Shane Cogan| Details | |

Swan Lake


                                Engineless she lands
                                Late sun ripples indigo
                                Solo Proud lake swan


 


                                                 © Shane Cogan, September 2013 

Short September poem by Cynthia Jones| Details | |

Crisp -Haiku-

Crisp mornings are here Summer seemed so very short soon the snow will fly. Copyright © Cynthia Jones Sept.18/2013 I planted seeds back in March of this year and I didn't get to see all of my plants come out. I'm hoping, maybe, next year.

Short September poem by Cynthia Jones| Details | |

Fall Begins -Ballad Stanza-

The Fairies dress in their warm coats a cool, Fall chill is in the air around them, to the ground, leaves float they dance around, without a care. Copyright © Cynthia Jones Sept.24/2013 I haven't penned one of these for quite a while. I would love to join them in their little dance. :O)

Short September poem by Joyce Johnson| Details | |

A September Alouette

September is here
With skies bright and clear.
Summer birds will be southbound.
Cooler breezes near.
School football we cheer.
The young quarterback is downed.

Parents go berserk,
Call player a jerk
For manhandling their loved son.
The ref's not a shirk,
Is good at his work,
Says no infraction was done.



Short September poem by Verlena S. Walker | Details | |

TO APPROACH DIVINITY

The token of life 
is greater than the world formed.
     Love of a carnal wealth shuns
     God. Revere, adulate, 
Lionize… For God so love the world…

Life is just token
given by God for courage.
     Revere, adulate, lionize
     For God so love the world
he sired a son on earth to save.
______________________________|
PENNED JULY 16, 2014!



Short September poem by Cynthia Jones| Details | |

The Sword

The sword lies on the ground. It speaks of warriors from the past. There were a lot of brave Warriors that used this sword. It lies on the hill, never to be used again. Copyright © Cynthia Jones Sept.19/2004 This was my attempt to do a picture using words. I wasn't going to post it, but thought, meh, what the heck.

Short September poem by Sandra Adams| Details | |

brush of fall

the old maple has grown tall with age
its branches are layered in green
little leaves that turn upward
to drink a gentle rain
its roots twist and turn
beneath earth's dirt
they bask in
summer's
sun
    
September's air touches much like death
the tree shivers beneath her breath
and strips itself free of leaves
as they dance in her wind
colorful splashes
yellow, orange,
red... turn
brown

Short September poem by Eiken Laan| Details | |

Crisp Autumn Day

A September chill pierces the morning
cutting through my open window.
Sharp air nips past naked ankles
as Autumn nibbles into my day.

Wasps sift September with regret
buzzing the fading scent of roses.
Tart apples sweep mellow branches
savouring a wind sweetened rain.

Chestnut burrs bristle spiny green
pregnant with mahogany clusters.
Crumpled leaves huddle in garden corners
crunching crooked for warmth.

MMC © 2011

Short September poem by Karla Deal| Details | |

Autumn Calls


Autumn Calls

Autumn calls...
when suddenly the leaves fall.

Autumn calls...
when the colors are amber, orange and red,
and the sound of a child's laughter
dance in my head.

Autumn calls...
when the air feels so crisp and clean,
and I feel so serene.

Autumn calls...
when you wrap your arms around me,
and you keep me safe from harm.

Autumn calls...
I'm SO in love with you!!
And that is the most beautiful call of all.

Short September poem by Darrell Hoover| Details | |

Firefly

I see the small flashes of the last remaining fireflies in the dark September sky. A couple of stragglers, unaware that even in the warm night, that summer is drawing to an end. Apparently they had not received the memo the rest of their brothers had. Sometimes I feel like I'm the only one aimlessly flying around, clueless to the enviable change. Goodnight lost little fireflies. Goodnight kindred spirits of the warm September night...

Short September poem by Ayesha Karim| Details | |

The Wind

The Wind

It’s a dark night

I hear the whistling 

through the trees

“Pitter patter” the sound of the rain falling

I closed all the windows and all the doors

I can still hear the rustling of the leaves

on the ground

It is Fall my favorite season of all

A chilly windy rainy night in mid-September

The wind sounds like wolves howling or like spirits who make noise at night after dark when the spirit world is closest to this world.

Short September poem by Mike Jones| Details | |

Sloe Gin

Feb-ru-ary –
Snow-white blossom,
Winter hedgerow shining.

Now September –
Hedgerow harvest:
Sloe-black, slow, black,
Black fruit with purple bloom.

Sloe gin, slow, gin,
Let the alchemy begin.
Blackthorn, black fruit,
Steeped in finest London gin.

Locked in Kilner
In dark cupboard.
Wait till dark December ......


Ruby colour,
Rich aroma.
Delicious sip,
Post-prandial
Christmas dinner nip.

Mike Jones
25 August 2014

Short September poem by Dr.Ram Mehta| Details | |

September


Silent fallen leaf is nothing more than
Ending summer’s waving good bye
Purple, yellow, russet and brown leaves
Tumbling down and swept in a heap
Exhausted trees are ready to sleep on
Multicolored, rich and rare carpet lay
Blowing soft wind singing the carols
Even the spring beauty no such grace as
Resting one autumnal face I have seen.

                 +++++++
JULY, 4, 2014
Form: Acrostic
Sixth Place Win
Contets Acrostic 1 Linda

Short September poem by Russell Sivey| Details | |

September Air

September
The month of my grandmother’s birth
The birth of the cool breeze
Flowing through the changing leaves
Where the leaves wave
Waving to the animals changing
Changing their behavior to the weather
Where weather turns bitter
So bitterly cold, just up ahead
The beginning of autumn
Is now at hand, leading towards winter
Secure your dwelling
Both human and beast
For September air is everywhere

Russell Sivey

Entrant into Brian Strand's September contest

Short September poem by UDAYAN DALAL| Details | |

ANGELIC MOOD

ANGELIC MOOD

ON A VERY QUIET SEPTEMBER DAY
SUN WAS SHIINING WITH MOON BEING AROUND
STARS GAZING AT VERY FAR FAR DISTANCE
A LITTLE CRY WAS SOON TO BE HEARD
ANGELS WERE PRESENT ALL AROUND
ANGELIC MOOD WAS SURELY TO BE FOUND
BABY WAS BORN ON THAT SEPTEMBER DAY
BUNDLE OF JOY BROUGHT HAPPINESS 
TO EACH AND EVERYONE AROUND
TEARS OF LAUGHTERS 
SMILING FACES
JOYOUS MOMENTS
LINGERED ALL AROUND
THAT SEPTEMBER DAY
ONCE AGAIN IS HERE
SPREADING SAME
ANGELIC MOOD AROUND

Short September poem by Ricky Brown| Details | |

Cold September Noon

She owned the mirror ,she owned the sky,
In all of the years that I can remember ,I can’t get her off my mind,
Where did she go on that cold September noon,
When the last time I saw you as mine,
When I went wrong ,writing you in a song,
On that cold September noon.
Was it you or myself,who had the last laugh,
When the rain came down without a second left,
I saw on the day that she had lied to me,one last time.
On that cold September noon,I kissed her good bye.

Short September poem by Sandra Adams| Details | |

Fading from life

it’s always august’s end
september’s beginning
that bothers me the most

i feel that brush of cool air
press against me
like a kiss on dead lips

the trees are now painted 
a sunset’s reflection
but all i see is red
in summer’s end

the leaves dance gracefully
beneath the winds
one last time
before they fall

the trees will soon stand 
blank of life
like you and you and you
and my mind
as i remember
each ending
as i watched them 
fall from life
amongst summer’s end



09/07/13

Short September poem by Stephanie Weeks| Details | |

Remembering 9-11

	Remember those who died for us,
Remember nine-eleven,
They left their families to save us,
They died and went to heaven.
	Remember the twin towers,
They once were there but now are gone,
Remember those who went to work,
Who never came home.
	Remember the God who gave us life,
Who can save us from death,
Remember He’ll never leave our side,
In sickness and in health.
	They left their family to save us,
They died and went to Heaven,
Remember those who died for us,
Remember nine-eleven.
 

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