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Poems About: SEPTEMBER

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  • 253.
    Late September.

    When spinney wears a misty shawl.
    Where colours blaze before they fall.
    The sun performs just one last dance
    Amid the trees for lovers' glance. read more »

    Kevin East
  • 254.
    Ipse Requie

    I'd like to die in September,
    For die I eventually must,
    When Connecticut's leaves, I remember,
    Are beginning to turn into rust; read more »

    John Bliven Morin
  • 255.
    The Way To My Heart

    Authors: Joyce Hemsley
    and John William McGrath.
    National Poetry Day, tomorrow
    9th October 2008... read more »

    Joyce Hemsley
  • 256.
    September

    Only in West, March heralds the Spring.
    Let me sing to this month of September:

    Here this month in India, dragonflies crowd read more »

    Daniel Trevelyn Joseph
  • 257.
    The dateless day of September

    All the gods of
    All the religions
    Of the world
    Called on a meeting read more »

    Bashyam Narayanan
  • 258.
    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
  • 259.
    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
  • 260.
    Sweet September

    Your timing,
    was undeniable.
    That day in sweet September.
    In the shadow of night fall... read more »

    Junepaulette GasrelTibbetts
  • 261.
    Just Visiting

    She sits there anxious, eyes dark
    and sunken, reflecting heart.
    Not much to say as the days pass by;
    they do not talk that much at home, read more »

    David Taylor
  • 262.
    Seventy Years Ago

    The Third of September
    Nineteen thirty-nine is a
    Day I remember well.
    I travelled on a Southdown bus read more »

    Joyce Hemsley
  • 263.
    September Flowers

    September wild flowers grow free
    Purple, yellow, lavender, all beam joy
    Fall is starting to turn the sumac
    A walk can be such a wondrous trip read more »

    Joseph Narusiewicz
  • 264.
    How Can I Exchange The Peace?

    How can I exchange the peace
    That feel I under these pines?
    How can I
    A more welcome coolness this coming September feel? read more »

    Emmanuel George Cefai
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