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Poem Details | by John Watt |
Categories: death, grief, love hurts, november, winter,

Winter's Gateway

November, as the poets say -
autumn's demise, winter's gateway.
Its shortened days and longer nights
descending, death is in her sights:
leaves fall, as is their yearly fate,
and beasts prepare to hibernate.

November, as my lady lies
so silent, moving not her eyes -
with ashen skin, lips cold as death,
I wait in vain to feel her breath.
Her soul immortal, this I know,
yet in this life I'll grieve her so.

Written 26 November 2020

Poem Details | by Charlie Knowlton |
Categories: death, fear, november,

Haiku for Andreas Stubborn old man POTD 3 28 2019

                                october leaf that
                                clings to its branch   no fear of
                                death but the falling


Poem Details | by Regina Elliott |
Categories: death, horse, memorial, november,

The Noble Horses

The November 25, 1963 day of the cold sun,
the noble horses
white horses-drawn caisson,
the dignity of their somber gait,
silver shoes resounded on the pavement,
the skittish night-ebony riderless horse-
Black Jack, led down the avenue of
the people,
his symbolic rider no longer bound
to the earthly life and it's sorrows.

The noble horses accompanied him
on his journey to the ages,
the mystique, the dreams, undying,
where the ground is hallowed-

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 Jesse James Forster |
Categories: autumn, beautiful, dark, depression, grief, heartbroken, how i feel, introspection, loneliness, lost love, metaphor, november, pain, seasons, september, sorrow,

Giving In To The Gray

Overwhelmed with fear I whispered into the rain
Disarming defenses, Giving in to the gray 
Tearing down all of my shelter within my hollowed decay
While this echoing silence gave every tear drop a name
They begin filling the voids with mundane hopes for a change
Heaven will save me from this hell and blue skies will reign
Lazily lay in green grass watching clouds drift away
It's all but a deflated dream now that the colors have changed
My thoughts have become restless noise of uncertainties rearranged
Damning all of my emotions, lies decorated with grace
Now I stand with a hardened heart in the sobering autumn rain 
I'm disarmed and defenseless, Giving in to the gray

Poem Details | by Rick Parise |
Categories: death,

The Bell Tolls - November 10-1975

The wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald when trumpets sounded in herald twenty-nine lives where lost as the sea battered and tossed where all hope had fallin, imperiled
Poet-Rick Parise Wreck Of The Edmund Fitzgearld By Gordon Lightfoot

Poem Details | by arthur vaso |
Categories: art, death, depression, desire, emotions, fate, november,

All the Happiness

Buried in my garden
Along with my tears
Memories of kisses
Followed by the dark years

Walk inside my grey skies
Place my black robe upon your shoulders
Weep for the angel who never was
Wilted flowers now eaten by doves

Clouds hide the searing pain
Destiny mocks me, such disdain
Rain drops fall on my heartless soul
Happiness was lost, so very long ago

Poem Details | by Sandra Adams |
Categories: death, emotions, november, pain,

November's Wind

perhaps it was the cold november wind
that reminded me of the bitter bite
the cold touch of death's hands
or the lips of someone gone

perhaps it was the leaves
being tossed about, like a mind
unable to grasp the reality
of another life, gone so young

perhaps it was the trees
now colorless, half dressed
that reminded me, everything must die

perhaps it was the sunset
thick black clouds, surrounded by red
that reminded me
my heart bleeds the same...

another life is gone
another season's changed
another day is gone
another scar is born

etched forever in my mind
my heart bled the same....

Poem Details | by Jimmi Canada |
Categories: atheist, confusion, courage, cry, dark, dream, first love, for him, forgiveness, future, goodbye, grief, imagination, mystery, myth, november, old, sorrow, woman, women,

Aint mi gurl

I met a women who wouldn't say hello,

she was in my life before I could let you know,

so hard to find a little find like this one-
don't ya know? 

It wasn't me who became the Ogre,

it was my entire past,

she magnified to intense proportions over night,

but that women still only shows her teeth white-

in my dreams,

and in my coherent mind,

the rudeness shines,

in others as well,

pours like pales when I don't get what I want-
I feel like my past might as well be gone.

Poem Details | by Robert Dixon |
Categories: death,

A cold November day

In the cool fog of the predawn morning
on a cold November day.
Darkness is apparent, waiting,
A shadow bouncing along the edges of the grey.
The wind howls a melancholy song,
like a Bassist plays the blues.
A dark tall figure looms there,
the wind barely ruffles its hair.
A laborador stand on hind legs,
not the playful dance of a dog, but the haunting stance of a demon.
It stares straight through me.  
I am frozen in fear as it draws near.
A hauntingly human walk as it steps from the shadows on my block.
A deep, menacing growl pierces the winds howl.
It speaks, "Come with me," and the darkness closes in.
My soul was not saved 
on this cold

Poem Details | by Plant A Tree Poetry |
Categories: celebrity, confusion, fear, grave, leadership, november, political,

Trumped Up Limerick

oh my lord a story so stark
familiar hoof marks stab at a monarch
do what you must
passion will always trump lust
donald will not draw my ballot mark

Poem Details | by Dominique Jon Apple Webb |
Categories: bereavement, christian, dad, father daughter, november, remember, remembrance day,

Remembrance Sunday

My dad always choked when he tried to name, 
His friends and comrades who hadn’t returned, 
From sorties, dogfights and reconnaissance jobs, 
And would motion by his hands about church. 

The service on Remembrance Sunday morning, 
Would let his worn, torn-up, shredded insides out, 
Give him his heart of thoroughfare and ambition, 
Respected his silence on the matter of the mind. 

Poem Details | by arthur vaso |
Categories: art, beautiful, death, feelings, introspection, november, poetry,

A Beautiful Caress

Desires fly away in the night
	Eternity grips the coming coldness
		Angels whisper soft words of solace
			Timeless, torments fade away
				Home at long last

Poem Details | by randy johnson |
Categories: celebrity, death, dedication, farewell, november, woman,


You starred in Worzel Gummidge with Jon Pertwee.
Sadly, you died in 2001 at the age of thirty-three.
You starred in Four Weddings and a Funeral and sadly, you had a funeral of your own.
You were one of the greatest actresses that Great Britain has ever known.

You also starred in Oranges Are Not the Only Fruit.
People loved you because you were sweet and cute.
You died over a decade ago of an acute asthma attack.
Sadly, you passed away and you won't be coming back.

[Dedicated to Charlotte Coleman (1968-2001) who died on November 14, 2001.]

Poem Details | by Skylar Rae Montgomery |
Categories: death, depression, funeral, loss,

Old Grandma November 26, 1935 to March 9, 2011

On this cold, weary day,
Where we gather in sorrow,
Wondering what's in store
For tomorrow's tomorrow.

A long life lived
To its fullest extent.
You are long loved forever,
And within your love we are content.

No longer will you suffer,
For we have heavy hearts
Drenched in tears and sorrow
As we watch for you under the stars.

We would give up all of the world
Just for us to see
That little piece of heaven
Looking back at thee.

Tonight as we sleep,
Tonight as we lay,
Tonight as we dream,
Tonight we will pray.

A beloved mother and grandmother,
A beloved great-grandmother of mine,
A beloved person to us all.
We have been but victims of a crime.

Poem Details | by Minister Jenna Williams |
Categories: bereavement, confusion, death, feelings,

November 1, 2015

I am supposed to cry
When somebody dies
But even though I try
A tear I do not cry

When Grandma passed
It was my last
A glance I cast
Into my past

Poem Details | by Yuki Kami |
Categories: death, family, november, poetry, remember,

November 1st

Looking around in a quite-silent place,

Flowers and candles are scattered everywhere.

People unite with their dead loved ones,

Which strengthens their family bond.

Remembering them with all their heart,

With wishes "If you were still alive".

Children make friends and play,

While adults talk about their day.

November 1st is the day she'll never forget,

Because what she always see,

Are people who never forget their family.

Poem Details | by valerie bellefleur |
Categories: sad

Death of November

Like a child too long at the fair
November is tired and needs to slumber

Like an aging woman past her prime
November is grey and sad with

black cloaked skeletons of trees
who once wore summer's splendor

Like a homeless urchin
November has no home, no purpose

and wears tattered clothes of 
a lost Autumn

Like the spent tears of a widow
for a husband who did not come

back from a long ago war
November's battle is over, its weapons

thrown down, its armies defeated
Like the last dying wish on a soldier's lips

it pulls at the skirts of an oncoming December,
and begs to be laid in its final rest

in the graveyard of a dying year....

Poem Details | by Alesia Leach |
Categories: dream, grief, loss, lost love, november, rain,

November Rain

No more do I see your eyes
just the sadness remains,
and the hurt I feel inside
comes like cold November rain

It wasn't meant to last forever
and can never be found again
in a dream we go on together
in the cold November rain

Day by day
I wake in vain
to a life lost, stolen away
in the cold November rain

Longing to feel you lying next to me
to hear your sweet voice call my name
to dry my tears, to set me free
in the cold November rain

Life is a mystery, sometimes we walk alone
burden with a loss, grieving pain
until death calls its own
in the cold November rain

ALesiach © 02/23/2018

Poem Details | by Line Gauthier |
Categories: appreciation, death, november, patriotic, soldier, tribute, war,


today's red poppy
from her lapel to his tomb
soldier less unknown

posted on August 18, 2018

Poem Details | by Patricia Garcia- Howard-Bramble |
Categories: america, bereavement, celebration, change, cry, dark, death,


November what have you done
Each day, each event I will remember
Cold winds, grey clouds,black tunnel.

Sound of pain
Loud screams, flying bodies,
November why did you have to speed.

Storm is brewing
News is breaking
Lives are decreasing.

Fatality all round
The world is changing
Strange events are occurring.

London crying
America celebrating
People fearing.

Times are surely changing

Poem Details | by Jo Bien |
Categories: death

November 27

this was your day
shared by some others
born at the same time
dog tag images remain
etched in aluminum
happy and sad, synchronous
you left too quickly
no time for goodbye
as I watched our future fade
with the spirit in your eyes

five years have passed
a life together ended
a shadow on my heart

Poem Details | by Line Gauthier |
Categories: death, november, remembrance day, silence, sound, surreal, tribute,

eerie silence

eerie silence
a pause ringing loud
~ remembrance day

posted on August 19, 2018

Poem Details | by Glen Enloe |
Categories: angst, death, history, introspection, sad, social, time,


Knowing this, spastic
ancient films of Dallas, 
November 1963, move
silently as we clasp hands
backwards in recognition 
to quiet realization
of grassy knoll reality.

Paint drops of leaves
splatter sidewalks.  There are
no things but in things—
the turtle shell of words,
cocoons of verbiage
chambering our adjectives,
activating final syncopations
of magic bullets 
and mortality.

November rain 
does not care—
autumn leaves, 
like brain matter
shuffle past.

We stare into silver emptiness,
a cold, carnal awareness—
a glancing touch 
of sky’s silken casket.

Poem Details | by Line Gauthier |
Categories: autumn, grave, surreal, wind,


november gale
nudging gate ajar
eerie cemetery 

posted on February 11, 2019