Top 100 Poems About: OCTOBER

In this page, poems on / about “october” are listed.
  • 1.
    Especially When The October Wind

    Especially when the October wind
    With frosty fingers punishes my hair,
    Caught by the crabbing sun I walk on fire
    And cast a shadow crab upon the land, read more »

    Dylan Thomas
  • 2.

    O hushed October morning mild,
    Thy leaves have ripened to the fall;
    Tomorrow's wind, if it be wild,
    Should waste them all. read more »

    Robert Frost
  • 3.
    Poem In October

    It was my thirtieth year to heaven
    Woke to my hearing from harbour and neighbour wood
    And the mussel pooled and the heron
    Priested shore read more »

    Dylan Thomas
  • 4.
    A Calendar Of Sonnets: October

    The month of carnival of all the year,
    When Nature lets the wild earth go its way,
    And spend whole seasons on a single day.
    The spring-time holds her white and purple dear; read more »

    Helen Hunt Jackson
  • 5.
    Paris, October 1936

    From all of this I am the only one who leaves.
    From this bench I go away, from my pants,
    from my great situation, from my actions,
    from my number split side to side, read more »

    Cesar Vallejo
  • 6.

    The green elm with the one great bough of gold
    Lets leaves into the grass slip, one by one, --
    The short hill grass, the mushrooms small milk-white,
    Harebell and scabious and tormentil, read more »

    Edward Thomas
  • 7.

    October is the treasurer of the year,
    And all the months pay bounty to her store;
    The fields and orchards still their tribute bear, read more »

    Paul Laurence Dunbar
  • 8.

    Ay, thou art welcome, heaven's delicious breath!
    When woods begin to wear the crimson leaf,
    And suns grow meek, and the meek suns grow brief
    And the year smiles as it draws near its death. read more »

    William Cullen Bryant
  • 9.
    [month Of] October

    Look, how those steep woods on the mountain's face
    Burn, burn against the sunset; now the cold
    Invades our very noon: the year's grown old,
    Mornings are dark, and evenings come apace. read more »

    Hilaire Belloc
  • 10.
    October, 1803

    . These times strike monied worldlings with dismay:
    Even rich men, brave by nature, taint the air
    With words of apprehension and despair:
    While tens of thousands, thinking on the affray, read more »

    William Wordsworth
  • 11.
    An October Night (Halloween Poem)

    the wind whispers
    a wary warning
    There was plenty, still
    early this morning read more »

    Chuck Audette
  • 12.
    Anticipation, October 1803

    SHOUT, for a mighty Victory is won!
    On British ground the Invaders are laid low;
    The breath of Heaven has drifted them like snow, read more »

    William Wordsworth
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