Memory September Poems

Destined for the hopefulness of dawn,
Dewy eyed, mist like tears forced themselves
From the corners of sorrowful eyes, resting
On the sunrise, briefly elated by the melody...

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Words spoken softly as leaves fall
Quiet prayers, restore the light
Reminiscing on dreams who call
Wishing the soul a gentle night

Autumn crunches beneath our feet
Blessed by the...

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Soft eyes of brown, hair a cascade of curls, 
Your smile, a contagion that enraptured the world,
Dispositions like whispers of a wondrous spell, 
With a...

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fall colours were in the air
with only the memories
of summer love goodbyes



Submitted on June 27, 2023 for contest A BRIAN STRAND PREMIERE NO.1226 sponsored by...

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Along came a season anew.
Upon the sidewalks, caught in rakes.
Unforgettable sounds it makes.

Cold skies of periwinkle blue.
Muted calls of a distant loon.
The quiet warmth of...

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Berlin, City of Espionage;
split by a wall, divided into four
only approached from the west
by road, rail, and air corridor.
Still carrying traces of the Berlin
of Isherwood’s...

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say a solemn prayer
long before the mourning cries
yesterday is gone
fly with me September air
hate is just a memory

9/11/01...

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September rains; springs spout, rivers fleetly flow to sea
New memories commence as old ones laggardly fade away
Septembers, one new daughter born; a father buried.



Remember September...

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Memories of sweet September,
I was dreaming with my lover, 
Painting time with shades of gold 
While the sun was laying old. 

*In memory of my...

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Nothing compares to magnificent September
Breathless sun raining down dreams, teasing
Silently caressing each aspiration, so pleasing
Vibrant hues of elation we’ll always remember



Remember September Poetry Contest
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Heading south and returning from an early morning run on a delivery route,
I came upon the top of a hill which was the route I...

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I know I'm rushing the seasons a bit here, dear readers, but I am so tired of summer heat waves...


Come September,
I may wander through
The balmy...

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Gone like September
from the wind
Gone like the Robin
from its wing
Gone like a child
from its laughter
Gone like the memory
of Spring

Gone like the Priest
behind his vestments
Gone like...

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as the Towers die away 
alone on a beach where thunderheads Roll 
where I stood far from
shards of glass fire, horror, disaster
they televised only elemental...

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September is in the air                    ...

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