Art September Poems

Reflected in the tender skies, azure dreams,
Compared to the joys that inspire light,
Rustling quietly in the rushing streams,
Promising laughter that restores the insight.

Rising across the...

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The leaves are blooming once again,
a tapestry of colors gets exposed,
Few sunrays wander through the rain,
as wind's new symphonies unfold.

Sunset's pastel, a precious piece of...

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Champagne and wine
Elixirs of the elite's delight
beverages of the upper classes
as they rendezvous and converse
amid soirées decked in elegance
mingling among their 
	latest art acquisitions
		envied, even...

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Non labor (relations) day September 1st, 2023 poem

Aye dream of Genie (as a lad din)
Schwenksville, Pennsylvania -
keystone state abbreviated as Pea Yay,
this stupid non huge...

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Autumn, a time for reflections on reflections,
and they are rife, linked to pearly grey sky,
lake, puddle, mud strewn path or no,
while  each steep cliff...

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The brisk air outside your window
The faint smell of pumpkin spice wafting through your thoughts
The crinkle of the leaves as they fall from the trees...

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A prince from the heaven
Who was Fallen to Busan
Melting worldwide heart
With your magical arts

A nightingaleous voice
Taking us to our utopia
A bunny smile
To make our euphoria...

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succumb to evil
darkness will morph my lost soul
poisoning my tongue...

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Open as wide as the Canyon
but still they can't see

Every day they witness Evil
but still they can't see

Heart ache and pain in full view
but still...

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Carmine, orange, and rust paint the trees
as they drip from Jack Frost's brush
clashing with emerald green
they set treetops afire
with blazing color
a splendorous
November 
work of
art 

red
cerise
and...

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On the boring wall of the Café house
A red dot is titled
Between the middle of the square of the square,

besides there something written down
"memories are...

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Already the month
     of August 2018,
     May never become 
     a je June'm
...

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remember
when childhood held dreams

remember 
when friends where real

remember
Anne Frank, child betrayed

remember
when poetry spoke of the heart

remember
when the psycho penetrated with dart

remember
those who tell tales true

remember
	the...

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Translation of Eric Mottram’s KRIM: AN AUTOBIOGRAPHY TO SEPTEMBER 1989 - I by T. Wignesan

( This poem is from the collection, ESTUARIES: Poems 1989-91. Twickenham:...

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~~~ Comes September ~~~
The rainy season bids us good bye,
With the arrival of Autumn,
Comes the month of September!
In the sky, the dark patches of cloud...

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