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Death Poems About October

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Poem Details | by Gerard Keogh |
Categories: death, nature, seasons, winter, winter,

October Brings No Rest For These

Emerald etchings are given birth 
to bask their lives in summer's sun, 
until brushing brutal winters cheek, 
They cower yellow; brown undone. 
Swirling down onto concrete pyres, 
They somersault to a random grave. 
The earth lays claim to copper corpses 
But the winter wind is a cunning knave. 
It finds and flips the fallen fibers, 
then flings them crisply to the street. 
The failing sheaves of burnt magenta, 
tossed like chaff from harvest wheat. 
Now strewn about with playful malice, 
and denied the resting place they crave, 
for the golden sun is a glint of amber, 
but the winter wind is a chilling knave.


Poem Details | by Rene' Bennett |
Categories: angst, death, loss, october,

October Rain

I remember the tears
with yesterdays pain
that dreadful year
of October rain

Darkened skies
with clouds of grey
gloom which followed
everyday

Hidden in shadows
fate lurked at me
a game of life
which took three

With each breeze
of passing wind
fate just laughed
at me again

Cold wet rain
stained my face
salty tears
I could taste

As I looked
up to the sky
I could not help
but wonder why

My soul screamed
with terror and pain
that dreadful year
of October rain


 


Poem Details | by Diane M Quinlan |
Categories: autumn, change, death, halloween, moon, morning, red,

October

 autumn, change, death, halloween, moon, morning, red,

Three Haiku poems on October for contest

October skies bite
Northern winds lay frost tonight
Hoar covered meadows

Cold short daylight hours
The month of October brings
Reigns before snow fall.

Night skies tinted all red
October month turns over
Harvest moon is out



Poem Details | by Dave Collins |
Categories: age, autumn, death, farewell, fire, high school, loss, nature, october, seasons, teen, weather, wind,

Rakes and Flames

As the dawn expells its authoritive cast; they awake, but are abandoned. They
turn--but their friend the sun ignores  and they understand.   They commune
their relationship and part with their memories;   and sigh.

They say their good-byes in a tone of fullfilment, but aface their anxieties
toward the skies for hope; but are denied. A clouded sky brings a chill in the 
air and a rustling of rakes and flames. 

Old as hell, written in HS for publication, circa 1971 by me. When I was young in the 60's in Ohio, we burned leaves in our backyard; sometimes our household trash too. You had to be me to be there GV. Count me in as last place. Take care.  


Poem Details | by Anthony O. Mitchell Jr. |
Categories: age, april, august, autumn, beautiful, beauty, boat, change, death, february, happy, imagination, introspection, january, journey, july, june, life, nature, november, october, summer, tree, winter,

If I Shall Grow Old 2K13

If these eyes shall become blinded, and if this
hair shall come to be combed thinly and grey;
No, it would not be the end of the world.
I would still see beauty therein this world through
the songs of Crickets and Feathered Songsters.
The breeze would yet whisper and trees still dance.
I would yet smell the freshly bloom of Spring.
I'd still endure Summer's sweltering heat.
I'd yet feel Autumn's leaves crunch 'neath these toes.
I'd still long to be fireside with Winter.
Disabled or not, perhaps I'd yet walk
therein wonderful imagination.
How I'd be forever young at heart!
Then just as one journey came to an end,
I'd indeed greet another with a smile.

Poem Details | by Kelly Deschler |
Categories: autumn, change, death, october, seasons,

Ode To Autumn

Autumn is my favorite season,
The green leaves are turning red,
Falling with no rhyme or reason,
They are crisp, gnarled, and dead.

Lightly they fall in the chilly air,
The leaves are brown, orange, and yellow,
Brightly, they tumble without a care,
Indian summer days are beginning to mellow.

Gray clouds form, you rarely see the sun,
Through tree branches, see the cold wind blow,
The leaves come cascading down, one by one,
And, at any minute now, it could start to snow.

Poem Details | by Sitabz Garg |
Categories: autumn, conflict, dark, death, emotions, gothic, october,

an elegy on the death of a leaf

*An* *elegy* *on*  *the* *death* *of* *a* _leaf_ .....

A schoolboy named Life looked  skyward and saw 
A leaf falling.
Carrying the dying thing 
In its bosom ,the wind
Whistled a funeral tone.
Its arms frail from a long journey ,dropped the lost thing in the schoolboy's arm 
where in dying breath,the leaf whispered "you lied!"
 The boy smiled in childish  innocence 
And he let the leaf fall further:'A dry leaf on a busy road'
as it saw life walking past,
Untill a schoolgirl named Death came hopping by 
and without looking down 
She trampled it to dust.

Poem Details | by Sonnet Mondal World Poet |
Categories: death, depression, education, life, loss, sympathy, visionary,

29th October ' 05

The puja festival was just over;
Happiness was still alive;
Days were going fair-
And bees murmur still charmed the hives.

Four days to go to Diwali-
Time was outruning curiosity;
The lights were about to lightened -
But there was a chill of terror with which everyone was frightened.

Delhi blew up in a bigger light!
That fell like a black curtain upon every sight-
The sky was blackened on 29th Oct of date,
Which caused many to meet their early fate.

Oh! God how this came upon?
That blackened the dews still in the lawn;
Great men say you forgive all !!
Then what was the curse that covered hundreds with death shawl? 

Poem Details | by M. L. Kiser |
Categories: dark, death, heartbroken, horror, november, october, scary,

Reaper

The reaper has no Reservations; he works from A well-defined list. Numbers revolve in Cosmic order; when one is Up, it is just up.

Poem Details | by Tiffany Horton |
Categories: class, grief, life, nonsense, obituary, october, sorry,

Procrastination

Dark clouds looming,
Thunder booming,
in the distance,
Why did I do this?

Time elapsing,
Mountains collapsing,
Near but far,
I wonder where we are?

Could have been done,
Frequently sung,
A dumb thing again,
When will it end?

Getting better,
And getting worse,
Rainy is the weather,
I'll soon need a hearse.