Poems About: SEPTEMBER
Poems on / about :
- carpe diem
Not every man has gentians in his house
in soft September, at slow, sad Michaelmas.
Bavarian gentians, big and dark, only dark read more »David McKee Wright
To the west of here
not far from over there
sun rests among the hills read more »Gary Kedron
your heart and mine,
when they were entwined. read more »David Harris
208.**Just One Of Those days
I'm so tired I dunno why..
I feel like I been working like a dog.
It's funny cus I haven't done
anything the whole day, read more »Arsiema Berhane
My father loved the rain
Rain with hailstones
Twenty years gone past
When green and blue read more »LLM Mbatha
AH, my heart, the storm and sadness!
Wind that moans, uncomforted,
Requiem for Love that’s dead’
Love that’s dead! read more »Dora Wilcox
211.The Way It Is
September of 1921.
Little George, sleeping peacefully in his crib,
Is awakened and fed.
Diapers are checked. read more »Lone Dog
212.oh nein, oh nein, oh nein
She said, “Oh nein, oh nein, oh nein! ”
and since she was a German girl.
he wouldn’t do what seemed not fine
to her, a charming chap, no churl. read more »gershon hepner
213.9/11 September 11
in remembrance of the people who have lost their lives on a dreadful day
this wont be so much of a poem, but I've got something to say
On September 11th people all over the world will remember that day. So much violence and hatred in this world. It is so unfair to the parents who had to endure this day knowing their child iss somewhere else than with you at a time like this. It is also unfair to the people who died because of people's careless acts. September will always be a day of silence for me. Knowing that my parent got deeply affected by peoples acts. read more »cece
214.A Lovely Day In September
The nesting songbirds are singing on the sunlit bushes and trees
On this warm day in September of close to thirty degrees
The cows in the nearby paddock sit and chew their cuds at ease
And there is a pleasant freshness in the freshening coastal breeze read more »Francis Duggan
215.The First Of September
The morning it is breaking cloudy and gray
It does seem another cool late Winter's day
But the birds in the Parkland they whistle and sing
Believe it or not 'tis the first day of Spring read more »Francis Duggan
216.In The Prime Of September
The paddocks looking yellow where the capeweed does bloom
And bright golden flowers on the gorse and the broom
And the flute of the shrike thrush is pleasant to hear
In the prime of September in the Spring of the year read more »Francis Duggan