Romantic November Poems

fall 
cool nights 
nice warm days 
hot chocolate 
warm baked apple pies 
colorful leaves 
cuddling up 
kisses 
fun ...

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The Month of November Glum

Late Autumn bloomers, mums galore,
Crowd the mantel with Fall décor;
Touching the heart with warm timbre
In the glum month of November.

I watched...

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it rained and night had turned

it seemed we couldn't escape
its cloak of heaviness

but little did it matter
beneath your umbrella
with you holding me close



AP: 1st place...

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The Month of November Glum

Late Autumn bloomers, mums galore,
Crowd the mantel with Fall décor,
Touching the heart with warm timbre
In the glum month of November.

I watched...

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Trees hide shyly, soon to undress
Main park gates are now idle
No slow traffic to prevent access
Or shouts to make a keeper bridle
All settles down to...

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November will be gone real soon.                   ...

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tread on dry leaves slowly, softly,
in death they lie yellow, curly,
cold frosty mornings freeze their zeal,
yet they hold romantic appeal,
cast off from trees in late...

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Angels in Blue
Saints in Green

The hospital is a cold and sterile place. 
It is not meant to be…
warm or nice. 
It is meant to be...

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It was windy rainy a cold November night
As I walked alone the downtown streets
As I had done a million times before
Loneliness my ever faithful companion
Through...

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Blue Dress

The dolphins of Monrovia, 
came to dinner one day. 
The dress, 
all blue...
you understand. 

It was held beneath the sea, 
not under a tree,...

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When Friends Are More

My mother, 
I wish to be disowned. 
My father, 
died. 
My step father… 
too dark. 
The rest, 
worthless people, 
that take. 

How...

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Translation of Marcel Moreau's " A Paris " by T. Wignesan

IN PARIS

Paris bores me no end without you
My heart weighted down with melancholia
The spleen given...

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November 1968: The Hunted 

Got divorced couple years ago, second time
At first, I mirror myself as a low-life loser

Jack without Jill, McGee without Molly
Ossie without...

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Autumn’s Breeze

Autumn drapes her lacey hoarfrost
Upon the vanishing vivid leaves of 
Colored trees, upon the fences and fields
Gracing them with her demure beauty.

With her breathy...

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N November's sunny day unfolds.
O Oval like raindrops quench my soul.
V Vapors of healing encircle my mind.
E Elegant thoughts slowly untwine. 
M Majestic colors my...

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