November Poems | Examples of November Poetry

The echoes of the slam still haunt the air, A limping ghost, the trauma's heavy share. The lawyer's words, a hollow, broken plea, Justice delayed, a cruel eternity. One year, two years, the clock relentlessly ticks, Three years of limbo, where the spirit breaks. The plea bargain looms, a soul-crushing trade, For freedom lost, a heavy price is paid. Handcuffs again, a chilling,...

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Dark Sunday nights The month of November Nothing I care to remember ...

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Adrift in some Mad American Empire I stand in my shadow as the future winds come Looking over the ruins of my nation! Eyes grow dim as the masses succumb Family cries as loved ones are stolen! What have we become A piece of crumpled banner flutters in the sky It’s a blue field, a bold white name Are...

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sun sets early in november while streetlights pepper busy sidewalks and chilly winds hurl through the streets bundled up, head on we face the gale always keen for coffeehouse intermissions where mugs and napkins are exchanged for money a warm familiar welcome as we come in from the cold the atmosphere relaxing, retro music that's enticing a table for secluded refuge...

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November 21, 1963 ...

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wake me up when it's all over "when the ink of my pen stops bleeding when there is no trace of their memories" wake me up when the nightmare is over november's sadness will take me down burn the bridges to the next run lunar eclipse and pacing under the sun gray will return in it's darkest shade...

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It is a sun filled, November morn, leaving church in town; I look at the memorial garden, seeing how it is over grown. They escort me to the back of my waiting car, Each step is slow for me, why it seems so far? They fasten me in the back securely, But alas, I know, we shall know no hurry. My...

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November 22, 1963 I was in fifth grade my teacher cried Oliver McKeithan ...

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November arrives with a golden dawn; her winds sing a lilting song as we reflect on our blessings all winter long. ...

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Orange is the color of the dead leaves falling to the ground Orange is the bright bonfire crackling in the night Orange is the smell of a freshly baked pumpkin pie Orange is the feeling of the fall breeze blowing through the air Orange is the taste of a perfectly cooked turkey for thanksgiving dinner Orange is the sound of...

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It is September and I am still tired still yearning for change that I know won’t come still searching for some kind of a feeling through a pile of fallen leaves, this ground definitely seems to have hardened now because the grass doesn’t blow in the wind like it...

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The leaf came down it came down ...

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I remember the end of one November When my urge To see the forest trees Was unbreakable. The leaves and the trees Were still lively and red But still and half way dead. Discovering fallen trees Ancient mounds And new paths with distant sounds. It was hard to carry on home Where my other soul Laid on my chest Like the still winter trees Deemed to rest. I remember...

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November moon, dangling pearl trailing the face of dusk like a brooding tear. Morpheus leads our way through luminous sleep, through stained glass shards of our multiverse. November moon, you languish unrealized, in somber slumber fog. Our mortal arousal, our wounds are reopened. Morpheus leads our way, through lustrous ruminations, through spiraling remnants of our Megaverse. November moon We hardly notice you in our narcoleptic cloud, our emergent consciousness, our collective imagination. Morpheus leads our...

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November, month of bohemian melancholy, when leaves fall like rose petals On empty boulevards, and the wind carries the scent of nostalgia, Some memories settle like a veil on the keys of a forgotten piano, Others linger, vibrating in the air like an evening waltz of shadows. You, pillar of illusions and unrestrained dreams, bear burdens with an ironic...

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