September Poems | Examples of September Poetry

this world, connected by signals cell phones, towers impregnated by vibrations mild colors, flames rising from the hopes hues stolen by the edges of a heart, who hears the wind in the trees, the struggle the need of raindrops, poignant stroking the last of the moments before Helene spoke her war with creation a war that left time off its foundation –...

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The security guard at the hospital admired my taste in clothing. I'm certain I reminded him of himself when he was younger. Now, he was an old man with a wife and children. I never got around to telling him, but I wished we could've switched lives. He could keep my clothes, and I could experience...

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summer of my youth colourful as i remember it was when i did my growing up i'd spread my wings and sow my freedom while i could because september would always come around too fast AP: Honorable Mention 2025 Posted on April 1, 2025...

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Lone, tall, verdant wobbling leaf Strong autumn gales come Immovable, unbending...

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I thought to order Nature, yet it rained that picnic day: apparently her sun, did not listen, had she even bothered to ask, my wonder? I thought to order Nature -- in retrospect, a Saturday blunder. I thought to order Nature -- fondest of autumn now my late fall -- bright patterns, so enlivening! Speckled flora, like my own somewhat disheartening, though...

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"Written" There is a rhythm to us, a quiet knowing in the spaces between. Not hurried, not forced just the gentle pull of something timeless, written long before we knew. Your warmth lingers in my days, a soft light in the places I keep hidden. I do not chase it, ...

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White roses stand in subtle elegance, A light breeze stirs awe of tasteful fragrance. A marriage under a spreading old tree On a grassy lawn, edged with trellis-free Ambiance kiss of fallen amber leaves, A continuous aesthetic spins and weaves....

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Its September Where is your rain muse ? weve got our Autumn here I'm drawing a line on Summer past like some bedraggled dragon its chore has commenced The buddleia is slightly drawn and the red roses have died down The Fern tree is re-splendid in its promise potted under my Robina There's spinach and broad beans for spring ...

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flashed autumn’s trees, the limbs gray leaves crunching quietly, like a feeling being crushed, crumpled lost dreams who compel me to see the grief the nostalgia – graceful as a still light falling, aching, engraving hope into the heart, hesitating so I know the music of a thought who hears joy flowing on the echoes grieving for the past, where love could last but never, on...

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The crack of a twig..' Some snickers, there's natter.' Double cream underJam with seeds; just homely feeds.' A duck on a piano, under willow fronds in Devon; England.'...

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Its September Where is your rain muse ? weve got our Autumn I'm drawing a line on Summer past like some bedraggled piston its chore has gone The buddleia is slightly drawn and the red roses have died down The Fern tree is re-splendid in its promise potted under my Robina and weve got our spinach to grow for spring...

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dear september, tell me, “you’ll be fine” tell me, “you won’t bleed” tell me, “your eyes won’t rain” tell me, “your wounds will heal” tell me, “you won’t be sad” tell me, “this month won’t be same” tell me, “it’s the happiest you’ll be” tell me, “someone will love you” tell me, “words won’t be shot at me” tell me, “memories won’t haunt you” tell me,...

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In the backwoods of my soul where dreams are lost and moments grow cold among the bitter of a winter’s storm as embers of frosty feelings ooze through the melancholic drifting, nomadic, aimless guilty of only the grief brought to life in the twilight reflections still and weathered wearied by the truth forever and always colored in hues soundless music, foretelling wings like leaves, dancing free hovering beneath the...

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Sometimes the air feels like concrete Weighing my lungs down and filling my veins with stone The world can move so slowly when this happens Every moment an eternity to reflect Inner thoughts become fogged over And the hearts feeling impossible to decipher Once a year I can breathe freely The fall brings a dull environment that comforts the nerves I don’t...

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How a caring and kind gentleman, Changed into an indifferent and cold blooded in a short instance. Why was he so mean to me, Can't keep the simple fun loving friendship, His relationship was not everything I need. Yes, he infected me with his poison affections, But, he could not destroy me with his treatments. I wished I knew what has...

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