November Poems | Examples of November Poetry

NOVEMBER 2022 Rightly so, the poppies flood Early in the winter sky Merrily stood in field, and this Existence of mine has passed by Maybe they'd watch us contend But are authorities ever sober? Early now, in Winter's sky Realise how they owed her Unwillingly ignorant to the loss, they'll be Scorching their retinas, a veil of red...

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The gales of November sit still on my mind while I stand to remember the Maritime blues Twenty-nine souls cradled by the sea perished as the gales of November blew free "We're holding our own just like an old shoe " transmissions and messages lost in debris ! Superior storms blew hard and unfettered as the gales of...

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We stood at the edge of the back yard, next to the garage— where I’d pretended to be an astronaut in a cardboard spaceship— on a chill November night, watching Sputnik II arc across the sky. I didn’t know why he was rarely home— or why it wasn’t always like this when he was: quiet, steady, present. All I knew was the stars were out, and he was beside me— and Laika was...

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You had me for a year, I believed it all was true. Every moment, every action, how could it not be? Like a serpentine snake, you slithered inside my mind, my body, squeezing out all my trust, all I believed in you. You made me lower my guards. I believed. I wished I didn’t. You showered me with love, a cascade, a toxic waterfall, drowning me in a...

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The Day the Country Died November 22, 1963 three pm e.s.t fifth grade pa speaker clicks on “today, at one pm c.s.t President Kennedy shot he is dead” our young substitute teacher gasps then starts to cry we are silent school is dismissed early buses home, no one speaks our country has changed ...

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It was a party of fleas who dropped some tea into the sea, Created a baby that left its mommy, Now there is an elephant and donkey in the room, So, lets ask, who’s the bigger a--? A spark, a flare, lighting a camel, an affair, Puff of smoke gone, what went wrong? Bully the pulpit, who’s the culprit, Line drawn...

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The echoes of the slam still haunt the air, A limping ghost, the trauma's heavy share. The lawyer's words, a hollow, broken plea, Justice delayed, a cruel eternity. One year, two years, the clock relentlessly ticks, Three years of limbo, where the spirit breaks. The plea bargain looms, a soul-crushing trade, For freedom lost, a heavy price is paid. Handcuffs again, a chilling,...

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Dark Sunday nights The month of November Nothing I care to remember ...

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Adrift in some Mad American Empire I stand in my shadow as the future winds come Looking over the ruins of my nation! Eyes grow dim as the masses succumb Families cry as loved ones are stolen! What have we become A piece of crumpled banner flutters in the sky Blue field, a bold white name Are those bloody...

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sun sets early in november while streetlights pepper busy sidewalks and chilly winds hurl through the streets bundled up, head on we face the gale always keen for coffeehouse intermissions where mugs and napkins are exchanged for money a warm familiar welcome as we come in from the cold the atmosphere relaxing, retro music that's enticing a table for secluded refuge...

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November 21, 1963 ...

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wake me up when it's all over "when the ink of my pen stops bleeding when there is no trace of their memories" wake me up when the nightmare is over november's sadness will take me down burn the bridges to the next run lunar eclipse and pacing under the sun gray will return in it's darkest shade...

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It is a sun filled, November morn, leaving church in town; I look at the memorial garden, seeing how it is over grown. They escort me to the back of my waiting car, Each step is slow for me, why it seems so far? They fasten me in the back securely, But alas, I know, we shall know no hurry. My...

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November 22, 1963 I was in fifth grade my teacher cried Oliver McKeithan ...

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November arrives with a golden dawn; her winds sing a lilting song as we reflect on our blessings all winter long. ...

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