Best September Poems

Slipping      slipping     sweet summer is    slipping      away,

Ebbing into...

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Stepping gently in, on the edge of summer
You are the one who mellowed glorious sun
On playgrounds, picnics, frolicking in fun
In euphony of birdsongs of amiable...

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In dream lone blackbird sits on telephone line,
pleading, what more do I have to give. 

Wing once beat out a metronome in time..
leaving thoughts lost...

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Let autumn wind whisper its song
Summer sunshine rays from yesterday we remember
After a long and lovely summer,
it often feels like autumn kept going cold and...

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September meets with warm embrace,
 quickening the harvest pace,
though looming autumn can't efface 
 what's left of summer's arid grace.

The linen hanging on the line...

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oak’s coy hint of red 
blushes shy leaves midst the green -
sunset steals day’s warmth

goldenrod plumes nod
as twilight shows off the stars - 
the fire...

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The personal is boring
as are my ruminations on the war.
What I need to do I can't try: 
wander without shelter in the backcountry.
Or go deeper...

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My shadow flirts with the sun
As I caress the darkness
We are one and separate
As my shadow smiles
Anxiety suffocates me
The shadow will soon fade
I shall die
One...

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An innocence we used to know
As morning dourly turns to night
Entombed beneath an ashen snow 

A cell phone yearning for hello
With hopes of answer growing...

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She writes about Fall's beauty in the rain 
The falling raindrops' dance ascribing thence 
Bespoken verse that lightens her refrain 
before the time they met...

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America the Free  ~             America the Brave ~
    ...

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The roses of September the first
They know the dance is almost over
Slowly the life shall bleed from the stem
Beauty shall wilt
The winds shall blow away...

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CRUSHED CONCRETE UNSTEELED / SEPTEMBER BLUES

BOMBS xxxxxxxxxx           HOPE       ...

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Rambling Indiangrass long, 
skirt pleats hide shy pale knees, 
untied hair flies flirty breeze - 
asters in basket throng 

with purity of wild white 
in...

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September’s almost coming to its end. 
The shining green that clothed the trees in June
Has darkened as the shorter days impend;
Their battered leaves will presently...

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