Short November Poems
Short November Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about November by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about November by length and keyword.
white faced mimes protest...
falling leaves noise pollution
fierce finger pointing
Brian Johnston
November 17, 2015
Fox comes to eat
Sweet smell lures teeth
Grapes on scene roof
Sour beats ill troop
-November 05, 2018 Chattogram
Death was invented
when life tired of the living
Eternity flexing
—the muscles of time
(Dreamsleep: November, 2022)
Death was invented
when life tired of the living
Eternity flexing
—the muscles of time
(Dreamsleep: November, 2022)
Natural
Optimistic onset
Vigorous
Eclectic
Marvelous
Brown, brisk, brilliance
Entering
Relentlessly towards winter
There's no self worth in living only just to put others down, only worthlessness
November 19, 2023 3:10 AM, PST
APC
Killing shared values
our lives on death row
Kinship aborted
— the world soon to blow
(Dreamsleep: November, 2024)
Leap line
Wives whine
_____________
November 15, 2022
Contest : A New Haiku, Footle, Tanka
Sponsor : Brian Strand
Life was a burden till death set me free -
Now granite gravestone being hard on me?!
November 15, 2021
Winning and learning
or
losing and dying
a choice made
exclusive
—the moment undone
(The New Room: November, 2021)
Creation has two ideas –
Life and Death
Thus, this universe is full active with these
-November 01, 2018 Chattogram
Listening to the words of ignorance prisoner one becomes of folly!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
19 November 2018
Midnight, glow of a pipe and squeak of the rocking chair, made me feel at peace
penned 6 November 2016
Gray rusted gate is the gateway to the house when two souls live forever
November 9, 2016
If Cinderella coached the team each fall
She’d tell her players, “Just keep your eye on the ‘ball’.”
November 24, 2015
its soon winter
time is November
be lines
picket sign
at the poll
its our gold
to win not a joke
the
DAY OF HOPE
Rain in November,
Shadowless autumn light,
A gate to inbetween;
Neither morning nor evening,
Neither memory nor dream.
a rose
in November
perfumes a gloomy day-
hints of summer linger Autumn's
goodbye
after Adelaide Crapsey's creation
clear trickling brooklet
soft sounds wafting on the breeze –
gallinule glides
Ó November 26, 2011
Dane Smith-Johnsen
too loud
mass confusion
i sit there silently
just a blur, no words heard really
it's you
©Holly P. Moore
November 2012
headlands
strong winds and rains as we watch
the waves sleight of hand
capturing then releasing
the breath of the tides
Reminds of folks frostiness,
Blanketed dismissal grown,
But snow can become a man,
Lower element.
6th November 2015
re-post inspired by Janis contest
a single owl screech
breaks the silent
November night-
the Hunters moon
waxes blue
shedding tears
over a wasted life
~ a shattered chainlink
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
Posted on November 7, 2018
Wise and in love,
be there never the day
Where reason and passion
—together will lay
(The New Room: November, 2021)