Best September Poems

September rain falls on the house.
In the failing light, the old grandmother
sits in the kitchen with the child
beside the Little Marvel Stove,
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Honesty is beautiful
Kindness is beautiful
Intelligence is beautiful
Talent is beautiful
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January brings the snow,
makes our feet and fingers glow.

February brings the rain,
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I dreamt of autumn in the window's twilight,
And you, a tipsy jesters' throng amidst. '
And like a falcon, having stooped to slaughter,
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I love to go out in late September
among the fat, overripe, icy, black blackberries
to eat blackberries for breakfast,
the stalks very prickly, a penalty
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Up from the meadows rich with corn,
Clear in the cool September morn,

The clustered spires of Frederick stand
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On an apple-ripe September morning
Through the mist-chill fields I went
With a pitch-fork on my shoulder
Less for use than for devilment.
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I
You say you love ; but with a voice
Chaster than a nun's, who singeth
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In the blue sky just a few specks of gray
In the evening of a beautiful day
Though last night it rained and more rain on the way
And that more rain is needed 'twould be fair to say
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The pennycandystore beyond the El
is where i first
fell in love
with unreality
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The world is a big ship and humans are travelers
They are always traveling here, there and yonder;
In a long, long, long, long and long journey
Starts from the swing and ends to the cemetery;
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1 The golden-rod is yellow;
2 The corn is turning brown;
3 The trees in apple orchards
4 With fruit are bending down.
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The pennycandystore beyond the El
is where I first
fell in love
with unreality
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Your voice is like music to the ears
your whisper is like the soften breeze
you may wander daily anywhere, but never lose the way
I'll remain still healthy even though I sleep outside in the hay
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Where are you, dear mom?
Hearing you are ill I've come
With the cherries from Michigan
The grapes from Thailand,
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And some time make the time to drive out west
Into County Clare, along the Flaggy Shore,
In September or October, when the wind
And the light are working off each other
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I, from a window where the Meuse is wide,
Looked eastward out to the September night;
The men that in the hopeless battle died
Rose, and deployed, and stationed for the fight;
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When I put her out, once, by the garbage pail,
She looked so limp and bedraggled,
So foolish and trusting, like a sick poodle,
Or a wizened aster in late September,
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born 19.6.32 - deported 24.9.42

Undesirable you may have been, untouchable
you were not. Not forgotten
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When the towers fell on September eleven
Countless souls were sent to heaven
Left families scarred and destroyed
For this nightmare had been employed.
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September

Powerlines along my path bristled
with electric fire, scorching
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Tell me not here, it needs not saying,
What tune the enchantress plays
In aftermaths of soft September
Or under blanching mays,
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So I go
…..smile all of friend and foe.
.….the time has come to depart
…..be off a must that do us part.
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~ Aristotle ~ Niv ~
Ms. Nivedita
UK
29 September 2010.
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September, 1814

And is this -Yarrow? -This the stream
Of which my fancy cherished
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Nothing's moving I don't see anybody
And I know that it's not a trick
There really is nothing moving there
And there aren't any people. It is the very utmost top
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Not every man has gentians in his house
in Soft September, at slow, Sad Michaelmas.
Bavarian gentians, big and dark, only dark
darkening the daytime torchlike with the smoking blueness of Pluto's
gloom,
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I climbed atop the highest mountain
And heard what sounded like a whisper
I looked and looked but could not sight a soul
The wind whistled and spake unto me.
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I have allowed my family to scatter,
All those who were my dearest to depart,
And once again an age-long loneliness
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Though We're Now Apart


It rained, stopped, and rained again....here.
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By channels of coolness the echoes are calling,
And down the dim gorges I hear the creek falling;
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Some day, I think, there will be people enough
In Froxfield to pick all the blackberries
Out of the hedges of Green Lane, the straight
Broad lane where now September hides herself
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A vague pearl, a wan pearl
You showed me once; I peered through far-gone winters
Until my mind was fog-bound in that gem.
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(dedicated to Meggie Gultiano)

deep from within
arises from a flaming core
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A bright, clear and cold night…
The near full moon setting low in the winter sky,
Illuminating the bare tree branches;
Casting ghostlike shadows on the snow;
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where was heaven?
when my father died,
with tears in my eyes i cried,
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My April Love is always in my heart
My April Love from me will ne'er depart.
She always brings the 'Joy of Spring' to me,
My April Love forever mine will be!
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Death paints darkness at noon
Earth not feared of death
Death paints darkness at noon
Sun shines sky so bright
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Yup.
A long lazy September look
in the mirror
say it's true.
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I feel sad,
I feel blue.
I go outside and rub my cold fingers-
on the sleek shell of the silent night.
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under the dogwood
leaves cover
a cat’s grave
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(painting by Dennis Sheehan)

As the sun silently slips behind a clump of trees,
saying goodbye to its day-long spent energy
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I am a well.
Confined by a wall;
Restricted by a boundary;
Stagnated by it all.
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I went off with my hands in my torn coat pockets;
my overcoat too was becoming ideal;
I travelled beneath the sky,
Muse! and I was your vassal;
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(Lines written spontaneously after seeing the photo of the body of a little Syrian boy washed up on the beach of Bodrum, a Turkish resort town, as the family were trying to escape by boat to Greece. Tragedy of the 5 year old Syrian Civil War.3rd September 2015)

The little boy
(A Kurdish toddler
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September twenty-second, Sir: today
I answer. In the latter part of May,
Hard on our Lord’s Ascension, it began
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Voices moving about in the quiet house:
Thud of feet and a muffled shutting of doors:
Everyone yawning. Only the clocks are alert.
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Can you recall where you were, September nine/eleven?
When all hell did break loose; from Kamikaze heaven,

In disbelief, you watched aghast… another plane, another blast.
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Master of accounting and poetic skills,
Organizing events is in his right hand,
Honour he gives and receives with joy,
Astounding personality he is from Nagpur,
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Let the world always remember,
That fateful day in September,
And the ones who answered duty's call,
Should be remembered by us all.
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You know when you write poetry you find
the architecture of your lineage your teachers
like Robert Duncan for me gave me some glue for the heart
Beats which gave confidence
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It was somewhere in September, and the sun was going down,
When I came, in search of `copy', to a Darling-River town;
`Come-and-have-a-drink' we'll call it -- 'tis a fitting name, I think --
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A pagoda reflects accusing fingers at the sea.
As the rafted deck snakes out far to be.

A distant castle floats in the delirious mist.
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Your kind attention you pay,
Oh dear poets and visitors here,
Towards the titles of honour in list,
A reflective phase is dazzling now.
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When will the flowers bloom?
And the robins sing
When will time slow down
As it goes fast?
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over the hill
a river of fog
flooding the valley
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I have no idea, where you both are now,
But wherever you are, in Spirit or Body,
I wish to acknowledge, all that you have bestowed,
Beautiful memories for me, with fond remembrance!
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When this head
of black strings turns grey
When this spring
September turns to chilly May
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Upon the crest of a wave I see
hidden memories held within.
New ones created, from every bough
on every ship, that travels bound
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Live with an idea
​​​​​​​Sunday,23rd September 2018

No one can say 
...

I have understood questions you ask,
Our eyes tear when you are ignorant,
When you divert your face from father
And you run so far in opposite direction
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Ode is given to you oh dear God of love and peace,
By your mercy inside soil, seed grows into a little tree,
Soul incarnates and takes birth as a human being here,
He becomes complete at that time while he attains you.
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The poplars in the fields of France
Are golden ladies come to dance;
But yet to see them there is none
But I and the September sun.
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Mile after mile you run
Carrying file after file,
Oh dear pretty queen,
You smile, smile, smile.
...

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The Civil War
September 28, 2023

Among nation and community war goes
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Even sized broken stones are gathered,
You bind them with tar or bitumen,
For macadamizing you need to put layers,
Macadam will shine in middle of path,
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Autumn- the season of concern
Monday,7th September 2020

The spring
...

I saw him sitting across the room,
knowing a meeting must happen soon.
I stood up and slowly walked toward him,
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Oh dear peace, you peace us,
Whole day and night we search,
No war we need, we need you,
Crossing far galaxy you come,
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Sitting one starlit night on the terrace,
On hill above river in my cottage,
On a chilly December, cosy in a blanket
Around my head, hugging it close to my chest.
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She hooked her fingers in his like pegs to the clothes line
‘’Roller coaster? ’’ she asked. He shook his head
She looked disappointed
He relieved.
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In a beautiful and righteous way,
You steer us Oh dear beloved God,
Turning our wheel into fortune,
You take us in leading cycle of life.
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Last summer, lazing by the sea,
I met a most entrancing creature,
Her black eyes quite bewildered me---
She had a Spanish cast of feature.
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...Let it be known to all of: 'import'
...That at what has been called: ''tis just a pause'
...For so dogged in his insanity's pursuit
...'Tis The Wizard Of His Wicked Oz;
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The Light Year
September 13, 2023

Light has initially got per second speed
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Naming you today as Janet we are
Because you have taken birth,
As a pretty female baby in Earth,
Your crying we have hard,
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Heat still sizzles in the fields
In August summer still yields
The sun shines to no regret
Wind sauntering 'til sunset
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I with my hair in its first fringe
Romped outside breaking flower-heads.
You galloped by on bamboo horses.
We juggled green plums round the well.
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(In the following poem I used the Scottish stanza, a six-line unit rhyming aaabab popularized by Robert Burns. I composed this before reading any of Robert Burn’s poems using this form. I liked his format and would suggest that you read some of his: HOLY WILLIE’S PRAYER, EPISTLE TO JOHN LAPRAIK, TO A MOUSE, and TO A MOUNTAIN DAISY. You might prefer his format too.) Go to
http: //www.robertburns.org/works/ for his complete works. However, I couldn’t find “Epistle to John Lapraik” even though I found that poem in a literature book.

As long as there are memories, true love lives on
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My light freight stood at the gate secured;

The gate keeper not too sure; kept his guns ready
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January cold desolate;
February all dripping wet;
March wind ranges;
April changes;
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Poetry is magical and mysterious,
And beyond our imagination to define,
Poetry is a free bird she flies
From ground to trillions of galaxies,
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Respectable personality he is,
Achievement is in his right hand,
Journey of life he does with poems,
Noble qualities he holds with joy,
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One dreary September day
Emperor Manuel Komninos
felt his death was near.
The court astrologers -bribed, of course- went on babbling
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This is the football Season it is that time of year
When men in the pub talk football as they enjoy their beer
And look forward to September when one club will fly the winner's flag
The team that wins the Premiership gives their fans the right to brag.
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I never thought it would happen
To be away from my little angels
On the day going to the airport
I was so anxious and trembling
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This is beautiful veil of Earth ever,
Green scene of nature attracts us,
Crops, trees and grass all look green,
After rain, autumn arrives with light.
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(Paintings by Robert Lange)

A panda bear isn’t that large
not large enough to be a bear
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(For my dear husband, who passed away
on 4 September 2013) .

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I went off with my hands in my torn coat pockets; my overcoat too was
becoming ideal;
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As fate would have it…I called your name
The afternoon....I know...so vividly
A Sunday....awash.....in September sun
…Yet....shadows.....shroud...the memory
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Time of your duty has come
And you have come to transform,
In this Confluence Age,
Oh dear God, gracious father,
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My Mother was a Herbalist
Who lived to ninety five
And with her pills and potions
She kept us all alive!
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Snow shines up to the time
When winter season covers veil,
When dawn opens face and sees,
Snow shines with brightness.
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this earliest dutch morn
i heard birds flying above
sorry, no birds at all
i think they must be ducks
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For my Jeff

A cup of hot coffee
Is like your fiery eyes,
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Unlimited eternal hope is risen up,
With starting of new day at dawn,
Beauty of tender light has shown us,
Nice reflection has given new vision.
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Beautiful verse is sung for God,
Verse that is connected with him,
Same verse that brings vibrations,
This is the beautiful verse of spirit.
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Positive perspective she reflects,
Elaboration she does with vision,
Respected poetess of modern age,
Decision making quality is very high,
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