October Poems | Examples of October Poetry

october brushed by in the midst of an october sunrise bearing splashes of colors beyond description like a thick acrylic paint mixture crimson with cadmium yellow thrown…scattered like seed…by the hand of god morning unfolds like a delicate rose light crawls like aching fingers touching soft lips that moisten the sands, retreating, sliding like...

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God in all His majesty gives us now His tenth great gift of multifarious joys. Ghostwinds whistle lilting tunes, motivating dancing leaves to make their scuttling noise. Distant hills are masterpieces. God, the Artist, planned the blend of reddish brown and gold. Mums and pumpkins fill their spots in front-yard settings bright and bold. ...

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Yard skeleton hazard’s a stay. He smells like a fish aft’ three days. We wish he’d keel over, But one might discover the neighbor’s been dead, sans sway. How bad we’d all feel - all the same, the grit and the bow are to blame. The holiday...

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Bibi exchanges hundreds of murderers with blood on their hands for a handful of hostage civilians fueling Hamas’ evil plans for ‘a thousand more October sevens’ ...

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Out of misery—and for what? What am I to do without my eyes of fog? I am but a ghastly figure, trapped within my reality. Pain once made me boundless and free, Yet through the starry night, I feel love and dwell in it. For luck’s sake, I am now chained to grace! I must not, nor will I, lose myself...

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10.10.2024 Have you finished all your projects? It is wise to get them done quick. Make hay while sunshine. This would be my last advice. Until you apologize. Respect was what you lack of. A simple word of goodbye would be fine. But you could not manage and Turned into ......... You constantly gave me threats, When I caused you no harm. Once you wrote "I...

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Cooler breezes give us relief from the stifling heat, A signal autumn is coming, and summer is in full retreat. Leaves on the trees turn yellow, orange, red and brown, As the days grow shorter, they eventually find their way to the ground. As temperatures continue to cool, animals prepare for the cold months ahead, Birds, reptiles, and mammals make...

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October 2024 It is painfully over. Now, I have no energy and time to write. After six months exhausting myself, To keep the simple, fun but impossible friendship alive. I know, I had said many times the word "Goodbye" Help me to take you off my mind. You only wrote once and then everything was done. That was how powerful someone could have...

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October 2051 Damali and Desharah celebrated her birthday with Sedanah Born on the same date one year apart. "Thank you both And thanks Seda for being older than me!" "No problem Cousin. She played footsie with Damali under the table. He pushed away from the table. "Seda get the food from the oven." ...

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Orange is the color of the dead leaves falling to the ground Orange is the bright bonfire crackling in the night Orange is the smell of a freshly baked pumpkin pie Orange is the feeling of the fall breeze blowing through the air Orange is the taste of a perfectly cooked turkey for thanksgiving dinner Orange is the sound of...

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Born in the breath of woodsmoke and fire, I learned early to love the art of falling. Leaves tumble like poorly kept secrets, trees strip down without shame - modesty’s for summer, after all. October hums with rebellion: bonfires blaze, sunsets bleed, and the wind, cheeky as ever, slips its cold fingers into every undone button. History rattles here - 200 years since Waterloo fell...

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I am the fall leaf that spins on the branch. The autumn flower bowing to winter's gaze. I am the last bird to chase the fleet foot sun The final cut of skeptical, loon grass. You are the silent shriek of winter's gasp The tease of times cryptic temper You are the promise of menagerie green The progenitor of silver scent melt We...

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In October, in SoCal, where I was raised, the hot, dry Santa Ana's blew. The years since then sure flew, and in every one, the wild fires blazed. Each year, the month ended with witches and ghosts, and candies by the score. Could we eat much more before, with sweets, we overdosed? In Kindergarten, on my...

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The eruption, an autumnal blaze: yellow, red, and orange flames, A reminder of the beauty of nature, the fragility Of life, the mortal function of death, in conjunction to rebirth, beyond preservation, the sensation Of time, slipping away before our Eyes, in a flurry of Colors, showing us the Beauty in endings Hope in Beginnings. ...

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These roads have always been here. Wood to brick, brick to stone, changes with the coming times. Modernity but where did it come from? All of a sudden, walking along different paths that lead to the same destination, Concrete that calls the same names of old lovers yet I do not recognize the sweetness. Degeneration that...

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