Best Novembers Poems
The ignorant ones claim,
I'm full of petty problems,
a slave to the darkness,
but if only they had seen
how I've slaughtered
malicious demonic sea creatures
that slithered along my spine,
undisturbed nor provoked.
You are the singing sunrise
to my sultry sunset,
weaving silver sonnets
from beige ballads
seducing my spirit
into sweet slumber—
igniting nocturnal
Novembers with
crimson showers
upon sepia stems,
because It's no longer
the climatic chaos I fear,
it's the calm you've crafted,
continuing to be
my constant comfort.
Your devotion adds
color and clarity in my once
monochrome existence,
as you've polished
the dimmed stars in my eyes,
they now glitter like
shimmering fireflies,
a reincarnation
of the strength
from Freyja's tears,
after you kissed them
with your silken soft sagas.
When the days begin
to dawn upon dreary dusks
you've aromatized my
universe with summer scents.
Thor's thunder could
not demolish our
kind of spring as
our celestial spirits
float around the nine realms.
A part of you will
forever rhyme as
clusters of couplets
fated to be,
the rest of you flow
like simple stanzas
of empathic free verse.
As my story will make
Odin ashamed, and
Fenrir cry, so when all
the beauty of butterflies
congest my throat,
preventing me from
pouring dreams of
stardusts upon
your selfless quill…
always remember us
for the times we swayed
and enclasped into
our own silhouette,
running from the
stormy disarray of society’s
serpentines,
swimming in Satanic
sapphire seas.
Whilst the debt I owe
for your generosity will drown
me in endless poetry,
floating on metaphors
without blueprints,
keeping the vampires
from Beelzebub's door,
releasing me from the
chains of uncertainty …forevermore.
Categories:
novembers, feelings, miss you, myth,
Form:
Free verse
In those bleak fields that so quietly lie - stilled as graves,
Between where the thin wind creaks and upwardly heaves,
Unseen feet can sometimes be heard
Shuffling through the old woods discarded leaves.
For i have seen those strange distant lights
That detach themselves from heavens spilling crowds;
When dropping over the blindside of the little ridge
They rise to leap from cloud to cloud.
Impossible angles of inexplicable darting momentum -
Inwardly gyrating wheels now ingeniously turning;
Marvelous these the strange crafts of unknown design...
Yes - I have seen the night skies burning!
For well i remember as a reckless child
How i stole out to ascend that one forbidden hill:
Cast deep plans, set the clock ticking accordingly,
Rose, wrapped myself against Novembers raw chill.
Deep inside the Beech-hanger the Plough was struggling,
And over the despairing holt a devisive breeze...
As, of a sudden, on the edge of swirling darkness -
Showered particles upon vapourous ethers so violently seized!
Oh the hissing bolts of sizzling electrons -
Brilliance of colours like a dying meteors last rites!
Anti-Graviton paradox of mastered equational conundrum
Igniting the latent freeze within winters sharp night.
Radiant orb held aligned by polar-opposites forceful lines,
Spinning upon a singular point with such consummate ease;
Roaring furiously liken fabled dragon of Arthurian legend,
Hot breath licking across lines of illuminated trees.
Momentary seconds that crept alongside an age enraptured
Amidst tumbling thoughts of - "Just another Alien abductee"!
Then, gently tilting starboard, accelerating smoothly away,
Vanishing over the stacks and tiled rooftops of nearby Walton-Lea.
Often have i wistfully pondered in ever hopeful, watchful years:
What was it so witnessed as it hung before me in suspended flight?
And - with many cramming thoughts - groping for answers sought -
Recalling the wondrous moment of such an awe-inspiring sight!
Categories:
novembers, mystery,
Form:
Rhyme
Always we’d break up. We’d get back together,
passion-thirsting in hot summer’s weather.
We’d quench our desires from love’s brimming cup.
We’d get back together; always we’d break up.
Not long would it last, and around the fall,
you would disappear. Then would come the pall
smothering my joy, summer gone so fast.
And around the fall, not long would it last!
No matter where you went, I still harbored hope
that you would return. That was how I’d cope.
Through fall’s chill and bitter disappointment
I still harbored hope no matter where you went.
A fire still lingered there, deep inside my soul,
and over it, my heart had no control.
One thought of you, I’d feel it start to flare
deep inside my soul! A fire still lingered there.
A new year would come in gloomy autumn’s wake.
A vow to never take you back I’d make!
But after winter came the spring, you, and sun!
In autumn’s gloomy wake, a new year would come.
Oh, those burning embers - when you would return,
for my resolve would melt; by June, I’d burn!
How quickly I’d forget my sad Novembers
when you would return. Oh, those burning embers!
By Andrea Dietrich, another swap quatrain written 2/15/13
for the Burning Embers Contest of Gail Angel Doyle
Categories:
novembers, passion, fire, fire, new
Form:
Quatrain
A few wet, wind scorched leaves,
are pressed like Victorian mementos
upon the wooden walkway
The trees in this forested park are tattered,
or stand like blackened forked skewers
piercing the stark air.
Autumn fell too far, too soon.
Winter grabbed the sky and quickly froze it.
Now the odd leaf upon the ground
seems abandoned, homeless,
unable now to be anything
but the litter of yesterday.
A good day for wading through
the history of this changing season,
to watch those prematurely gray ghosts
hobbling along a pathway
seeking threadbare sparks of life.
Categories:
novembers, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
Dark Novembers
It’s the silence that is killing
this cold November chilling
Natures beauty with frost, stillness, color but no sound.
A wiser woman knows the inner temperature of the soul paints the
landscape to match their own
a fool discovers the surfeit of despair
This Thanksgiving day bleak, weak, sick, sad, still, quiet, reflective
I had not to give the love you sought so you walked out,
And the past knew you were to come…
And like a reverberation of the all the relationships I’ve known
The past and to come will follow the ripples of that first stone,
I cannot love you in November I loved you all the months through
September, many decades upon each, watching entropy teach me the ways
to age…
I make no sound but inside screaming
Nature may be jesting in her seeming to mock whole
the lamentation of all the secret silent sorrows of each soul.
Categories:
novembers, journey, loss, nature, thanksgiving
Form:
Prose Poetry
The scent of oceans, a certain coolness
of wind over water wanders these city streets
where oleander blooms wickedly
in the ruby assignation of the heart.
An occosional grayed gull, bonded to the Seine,
grown fat with pigeons and lazy for the river
forgets raw Novembers he owned the coast,
forgets the dangerous face of the sea after storms:
her width cut arrow straight at the horizon,
ragged at the shore, like lace to granite.
Standing on the Pont de l'Alma, watching one
lone expatriate gull scan the surface
of this fabled river that travels seaward
to Le Havre, I remember
colonies of gulls, how they plotted
their exodus across our island to the harbor,
or on the pinnacles of the fort, where
no invaders except sea birds come,
seeking shelter from their free lives as if
freedom is too much to bear sometimes,
drawing with their terrible focus
a telegraphy of sharp cries, wings dipping
into the morning harvest of seaweed and shell
among the hooves of wild horses,
the old bones of sailers.
Categories:
novembers, memory, sea, sea,
Form:
Ballad
Days of Smog
Do you remember the days of Smog,
Smoke filled Novembers in Fog.
Today you would not believe,
A time when we could not breathe.
Thick Air, not fit for Man Nor Dog.
Categories:
novembers, city, november, pollution, truth,
Form:
Limerick
"Oh November, Oh November! Death, Hath In Cold
Crimpson's Knashed!"..."Sweet, Sweet, November!
Dressed, Hath Your Sons In Robed Black!"
"Your Wondrous Tales, Of My Moment Seemed,
Thwarted!"..."Your Solemn Heat, Of The Summer
Did Bring, Lament!"
"Of No Goose, Of No Goose, Flee, Shall Of Your
Fogless Cloud Be Found!"..."Of No Grave, Of No
Grave, Leech, Would Of Your Sanctuary Lay
Ground!"
"And Somber Somber Days, Hath Us, Oh, Of
Darker Times And No Brighter Rays, To See!"
Categories:
novembers, november
Form:
Elegy
It would seem some days,
We just waited for the day.
To find out where we are,
And today I feel okay.
To explain the million reasons why,
The seasons truly fade.
We've forgot the bluest skies,
Beauty found in summer shade.
The memories that Autumn brought,
And all the promises it made.
Novembers my favorite time of year.
Embers of December cannot reach me here.
April showers extinguish doubters,
May arrives with flowers now I'm here
At the top of the world.
I haven't forgotten the whispers of true knowledge.
Found in silent summer plights.
Perfection in reflection,
I swear I almost lost the fight.
Trapped beneath the surface,
on the darkest of darkest nights.
Categories:
novembers, autumn, december, encouraging, seasons,
Form:
It’s a rainy day in November
The sun I can’t remember
It’s dark when I rise
And to no surprise
It’s dark when the work day ends.
It was a rainy day in November
The year I can’t remember
She packed her stuff
And left in a huff
As our marriage came to an end.
All my days are rainy Novembers
No more fire in the embers
Twelve months a year
My sky never clears
Happiness, I can only pretend.
It’s a rainy day in November
I wrote a letter that I’ll never send her
I did her wrong
Now I sing this song
With a refrain that never ends.
It’s a rainy day in November…
Categories:
novembers, allegoryday, dark, dark, day,
Form:
Lyric
upon the fall evening of Novembers moon.
there is the call that makes a small tune.
some may guess it is a familiar sound.
others may find it hard and never found.
it is known through the the land far and wide.
sometimes they are seen, sometimes they hide.
many may think one animal i am speaking for.
some may be fooled because how they do score.
someone is saying this is easy and all should know.
someone else is blinded by the words that show.
what do you think of what I am speaking about.
please take a guess and speak without a shout.
no rhyme or reason to the guess you do make.
please take your time to ponder for your sake.
Categories:
novembers, animal, farm, mystery, night,
Form:
Rhyme
Novembers force, blows winds of gale,
a sailor seasoned, may navigate swift,
lessons learned from time upon thy ship.
Hold fast against fierce winds in thy sail.
Captain, my Captain, I fear our fortitude.
Yee not be afraid, for only men dare brave,
for fear will only cast you to a watery grave.
As you captain, and as a man I ask more of you.
Some have sailed, and some are yet green,
brave with waves reaching high upon thy rail,
first mate commands all able bodies to bail.
Of steady ground and loved ones, all dream.
Ice water, the loneliness of all burial tombs,
Thrashing waves, they prey to make it through,
In this condition, too rough to feed the crew.
Each and every man know, gloomy fate looms.
She broke deep, heartless water consumed,
each man preyed a sailors prayer, brave men,
The men gave it their all, until the very end.
Thirty three in all that night met their doom.
Categories:
novembers, courage,
Form:
Enclosed Rhyme
We are called a "shadow", they say we should never have existed at first.So they treat us like mere entities that exist only in their dreams,
We are called ,'ugly' because we are black ,because we are different ,
Our uniqueness draws their envy, our hearts pump love instead,
We live by the chances they proffer us, yet we are still ever willing to show kindness , fight injustice , love humanity like it is our only treasure,
We fight for what we crave the most ,'justice' not for ourselves but for our legacies yet unborn,
We want to be treated as if we existed, as if we mattered,
You enslave us with your injustice , and give us nightmares as dreams,
we want to be spoken to , not shouted at,
Our black is a beauty no man can take away , our unity draws our diversity and creates our uniqueness,
They imprison us with their injustice and give us black Novembers,
But deep down ,we know who we are and we are not afraid to dream of a better tomorrow ,
We strive everyday to create a better tomorrow for our unborn children,
We are made of dreams , unity and most importantly
We are made of black.
Categories:
novembers, abuse, adventure, africa, anger,
Form:
Free verse
They were a strange family, the historian remembers.
He thought they hid out in the house each of the Novembers.
Habit of not leaving during hunting season, he gave a remind.
We looked for a photo, and this one is the best we could find.
What were their names? I asked, holding my breath, wishing for luck.
Baby was fawn, mom was doe, dad, not sure, he said. Maybe buck?
Was it a family of deer? I asked, taking a wild guess and a chance.
I doubt it, he told us. But my ancestors never got a good glance.
Categories:
novembers, 4th grade, 5th grade,
Form:
Rhyme
We are called a "shadow", they say we should never have existed at first.So they treat us like mere entities that exist only in their dreams,
We are called ,'ugly' because we are black ,because we are different ,
Our uniqueness draws their envy, our hearts pump love instead,
We live by the chances they proffer us, yet we are still ever willing to show kindness , fight injustice , love humanity like it is our only treasure,
We fight for what we crave the most ,'justice' not for ourselves but for our legacies yet unborn,
We want to be treated as if we existed, as if we mattered,
You enslave us with your injustice , and give us nightmares as dreams,
we want to be spoken to , not shouted at,
Our black is a beauty no man can take away , our unity draws our diversity and creates our uniqueness,
They imprison us with their injustice and give us black Novembers,
But deep down ,we know who we are and we are not afraid to dream of a better tomorrow ,
We strive everyday to create a better tomorrow for our unborn children,
We are made of dreams , unity and most importantly
We are made of black.
Categories:
novembers, abuse, adventure, africa, betrayal,
Form:
Free verse