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Poems About: OCTOBER

In this page, poems on / about “october” are listed.

  • 325.
    Embarcation

    Southampton Docks: October 1899

    Here, where Vespasian's legions struck the sands,
    And Cendric with the Saxons entered in, read more »

    Thomas Hardy
  • 326.
    There are two Ripenings—one—of sight

    332

    There are two Ripenings—one—of sight—
    Whose forces Spheric wind read more »

    Emily Dickinson
  • 327.
    Theme in Yellow

    I spot the hills
    With yellow balls in autumn.
    I light the prairie cornfields
    Orange and tawny gold clusters read more »

    Carl Sandburg
  • 328.
    The overture

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    Emily Pauline Johnson
  • 329.
    Wooden Structures

    Wooden structures that emerge from the face of the earth.
    Temples of love to give identity to the ground on which they stand.
    From east to west a glow with stellular radiance and energy.
    On this rock we rely for our daily spin through the sky. read more »

    Kevin Kavanagh
  • 330.
    Dancing Leaves

    (In Best Poems of 1998) Red, yellow leaves turned ashen gray
    On that bright October day.
    Will cold winds blow more, snow more, no more
    Dancing Leaves? read more »

    Marion Michaels
  • 331.
    Mallee in October

    When clear October suns unfold
    mallee tips of red and gold

    children on their way to school read more »

    Flexmore Hudson
  • 332.
    Beauty

    When she loves,
    she'll hold it tight in her heart
    When she cries,
    she'll hide all the pain in her heart read more »

    Candice Renae Williams
  • 333.
    Five Children I

    Five Children I
    Once helped conceive,
    I watched them grow
    I watched them leave, read more »

    David Lewis Paget
  • 334.
    Bubble of Perfection

    The dream of just floating -
    in a perfect bubble of glisteneing colours,
    reflecting silver, blue, and purple. read more »

    CHARMAINE SIMPSON
  • 335.
    On Words

    Let us form our words in some October room
    and let the meanings run, rounded and foretold
    by the eyes' long glances, or quickenings
    under white and gentle eyelids. read more »

    Eric Ratcliffe
  • 336.
    Old Fragrance

    Halting and walikng in strange dead seasons
    through the weak light of ghost Octobers,
    surrendered to the final lute
    they sing from melodies unborn read more »

    Eric Ratcliffe
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