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Poem Details | by Kelly Deschler |
Categories: autumn, change, heart, love, october, romantic, words,

A Change Of Heart - Etheree

                         Change

                      had brought

                          October

                     and you to me.

             With words from a heart

              so far from my own, but

        still so close when I read them,

   feel them, see them, bringing changes.

         I, like the leaves, am falling fast,  

hoping that you, like the earth, will catch me.









September 23rd, 2015

"For Love Of October" contest


Poem Details | by Kiran Bantawa |
Categories: autumn, beauty, desire, earth, fantasy, first love, for her, girl, girlfriend, i love you, image, lust, nature, november, october, passion, relationship, romance, teen, teenage,

With you in autumn evening

The sweet songs of birds, We hand in hand across the lawn, Pansies white yellow and violet Tossing their heads in the breeze. Somewhere the sound of falling leaves. The sound of squirrel cracking the walnut. Calm weather warm sun, White fluffy clouds forming different shapes, A passenger flight in the blue sky, Sun born in the horizon and about to fade in the horizon, Both our heartbeats echo inside of chest, Shutting and opening of our lips, Your unkempt hair flying backwards, Yellowish west sky. Heart shaped fig leaf's shadow. If I could stop this world from spinning, I would do so, Just to be with you In this autumn evening.


Poem Details | by Chris Boskovski |
Categories: beautiful, blue, cry, dark, death, dream, farewell, fear, for her, friend, friendship, how i feel, lonely, loss, lost, lost love, love, miss you, missing, missing you, october, poems, poetess, poetry, poets, woman, write, writing,

The Blue Poet

I am the Blue Poet.
The uneasy man.
Who longs to be loved,
or just to have a friend.

My heart whisphers a low melody
on a faint, cool evening
thinking of her.
Once in my arms,
laying on my bed of roses.
Now she is gone.
I cannot think anymore!
It is hard, to love again,
When all your love has been taken away.
..I am the Blue Poet.

I am the Blue Poet,
That walks the bluish, dawn and dew covered streets
in the the October evenings and nights.
But I tell you, I wasn't always so blue.
No! I was once alive..happy..romantic,
..till Love went away!

Now I sit in the wayward poetry clubs,
drinking club soda and snapping my fingures
to a finished performance on a poem about love.
Written by a soft, spoken seventeen year old girl.

Soon, it is my turn to give my poem a read.
I stand on a lone stage, with a spotlight drownding me in blindness.
I face the faces, who look at me and smile.
A clap, and a cough, bring my head up.
I look out upon the sitting crowd.
To see that one face
that speaks to me,
without the movement of the mouth.
The face never showed though, and my head fell back down.

I start to read.
A vase of emotions kill me and swallow me up.
I try to hold back tears, but no more could I halter.
I finished, with a salty tear, rolling down my rough and oiled cheek.
I leave the crowd at ovation
and leave the women, all with tears in their eyes.

I come down from the stage, leaving the bright spotlight.
I shake hands, give hugs,
and collect my pay, and have another round of club soda.
Then, I go down the midnight alleyways of sprinkled city streets
finding myself a cozy room.

I think of her for a moment,
then off to sleep.
I dream of one time laughs, and hugs and kisses.
I cry in my sleep,
...For I am the Blue Poet.


Poem Details | by Ph.d Volo Von Wolfenstein |
Categories: lost love, time,

The October After

How far have we come,
love,
with these days growing tall
like long smooth laurel,
tell me,
how can I go on,
no longer reaching,
your bare marble skin, blue eyes,
too wise to cry,
I know,
I must, forget you faster...
yet the hours do not go,
for I'm still yearning,
searching,
but our footprints
are lost,
with the falling
leaves.


Poem Details | by Kenneth Fordham |
Categories: love, passionlife, sun,

My Sweet October

The sun rises,
The sun sets,
In between,
Life expressed.
Only time.

We live,
We die,
In between,
Life,
Only time.

Why,
Are you?

Sweet October,
Time after time,
Day after day,
I love you,
Every way.

But you had to go,
You left me here,
With all my fears,
With all my tears.

Memories,
Strong, forever,
A beautiful life,
Gone as if never.

Remember me,
Where are you,
A life so perfect,
A life so new?

Move on,
Another place,
Another time,
I will be with you.

My sweet October ….
Stay.


Poem Details | by Sarah Jones |
Categories: angst, depression, friendship, happiness, loss, lost love, love, sad, me, me,

October 13th

Wake up a little earlier; another troubled night
But the remnants of pre-birthday make-up still do their job remarkably
Smile for the camera; these pictures are keepers, so realistically modelled for
Thank yous for unthoughtful offerings; why hurt feelings after all?
A dozen friends all come along; it's not their scene but they want to please me
Can't look over there, have to be the last to go through the door
They're trying so hard, all their love gathering on my windowsill
Some cards handmade with heartfelt affection, gifts so vague and cliched, more 
roses than I could care for
And your dusty eyes still staring through them all from behind the frame
Complete the scene as my headstone

Couldn't have slept at all
Excitedly imagining what you were planning
Warm in your jacket you gave me to sleep in
Wouldn't lift or lower my foolish head
Jitters looking forward to you
Flash could've gone off but we wouldn't notice
Shroud me with your words, promises you could not keep
All the guests combined; a less than you companion
I wonder why we couldn't make it through?
And I'd never had to say goodbye 'til the day that I met you
All that I'd got for we pushed them all out
And I didn't miss them.
Didn't miss them.

Why are you still asking after me?
How do you still reach into my eyes
Before I turn away?
What happened to let us get like this and tell me
When can it end?
How is it I want it to stay?
Though there's a soft spot for you in my heart and you're
Slowly seeping out

Frozen as this face remains
Breaking when I'm forced to recall
I'm 18 and you're not here
But she passed on your message for me
Happy Birthday.
And in those obligated words it all crashes back
I'll keep all our secrets and ignore all the rest
The world we made and left to decay
Keeps me smiling for every wasted day.


Poem Details | by Hannah Gigstad |
Categories: august, autumn, desire, love, october, seasons, september,

Autumn

Dark undertones contrasting lighthearted wit 
An interesting sight, the sort that I fit 
I’m not quite sure what it is about the autumn 
But life becomes better as the fall begins to blossom 
Change of color admits change of life 
And end of struggle with the end of strife 
Like the ombre tint of a bipolar tree 
Mood swings from depression to ecstasy 
Green fades to yellow…to orange…red…brown… 
A bright cheerful smile converts to a frown 
She withers to the ground like a dying leaf
Winds blow away a life full of grief
We juxtapose this vehement orange on black 
Always moving forward and never looking back 
Trees rain down their leaves of fire 
Flames from the heavens in burning desire 
Empty pale sky reflecting her mind 
A lover’s pure heart she’s hoping to find 
But wandering,
                                Wandering, 
                                                           Searching, 
                                                                                     And yet, 
Finding nothing.
Glacial brisk air mixing with heat of passion 
Brain formulating thoughts in an unladylike fashion 
Cold tipped noses hovering frozen in time 
And the closeness of lips in youthful prime 
Feelings indescribable in the silence of day 
Walking a golden path of shame on display 
Critically knit sweaters of an endeavoring matter 
Season’s new appearance she’s hoping to flatter 
Forgetting the past with a sweep of the hand 
Moving towards improvement of a higher demand 
Leaving summer’s heat for the serenity of fall, 
Then abandoning harvest for winter’s crude gall 
Black of the night and stars high above 
A deepening soul with the sparks of old love 
Change brings happiness, a multitude to bear 
But death will soon encroach hand in hand with despair 
So hold on to the moment, lest it escape too far,   
Before the foliage disappears and you forget who you are.


Poem Details | by Shanity Rain |
Categories: autumn, beautiful, change, creation, dance, death of a friend, desire, environment, fantasy, first love, halloween, heaven, imagination, love, lust, magic, moon, mystery, nature, night, nostalgia, october, passion, senses, sensual, sky, weather, wind,

The witches winds are blowing

                  
                                               
 The Santa Ana's are here, and the moon is clear
There is a mystic in the air that whispers in my ear.
  Is this a peaceful feeling or does it carry fear ? 

What is the passion and hot fragrence of orange blossom that is pulling me a different way , as if this power has been sent only by a Witch of the finest of White Magic, only to calm the Blue Soul I have known my whole life.


 I feel a passion that is running through my Veins like the  power of water itself
 
                               
As if the Moon itself were instructed to warm the air that is blowing It is not a new moon , it is not a old moon , it is a moon that appears only in ones lifetime to gaze at

 By seeing and feeling the very power of this Moon you will dance your way to Heaven with happiness of what is yet to come.
 
The Stars around this Moon are unique as if they take the presence of every loved one you and I have lost 

The Witches winds with the warm glowing of the moon, as if I had never met you before , are blowing with the frangerence of Orange Blossom or Magnolia , from a distant past of The South.
 
As if I know we have been together once before , a Moon such as this In a peaceful , lustful state of Bliss.
 

 There is something comingis it something I have always known or wanted ?

 What is yet to be known is as intoxicating as the Santa anas that are running through my body.
 As if i have been struck by the power of light , as the powerful moon I gaze at in the Night.
It is piercing my soul with it's only Truth, 
                                         By;
                                            Shanity Rain 


Poem Details | by Jesse James Forster |
Categories: august, autumn, child, childhood, children, grief, happiness, happy, heaven, holiday, inspiration, inspirational, joy, life, loneliness, lonely, longing, loss, lost, lost love, love, marriage, memory, metaphor, missing, nature, night, nostalgia, november, october, pain, passion, people, relationship, remember, romantic, sad, sad love, september, sorrow, spiritual, stars, time, today, together, tree, uplifting, wind,

The Autumn Affect

There's something unspecific about the autumn nights
A certain shade of color that uplifts my inner child's eyes
Beside a cashmere moon Venus and Jupiter shine bright
Complimented by a sea of blinking infinite twilight
The scent of burning oak lingers in the air from home made fires
Reminiscent of a time when this man was just a child
Careless and so free to dream and any dream to live
Like feathers floating across a field carried by the wind
As a gentle breeze blows through the leaves shivering delightful gloom
Unlike flowers of springtime the disheveled autumn vibrance bloom
Leaves crackle beneath my feet along the skeleton tree path
Where I try to find my peace or a song to make me laugh
The air is so much crisper and also soothing when I breathe it in
Underneath a starry sky and brighter constellations of Heaven
Amidst the trail I pass a lovely couple holding hands
While their children run aside frolicking in a playful dance
An old man and his wife admire the view from a wooden bench 
With smiles on their face as if nostalgia is still their closest friend
Its these specific autumn affects that bring me sorrows and joy
Reminding me of all theses things Ive wanted as a man since I was a little boy 
Its times like these that I wish I wasn't always so alone
Because I would light an fire with my family and call it home


Poem Details | by A.O. Taner |
Categories: autumn, celebration, cheer up, cool, destiny, earth, encouraging, environment, feelings, green, happiness, happy, i love you, i miss you, imagination, inspiration, inspirational, july, june, love, meaningful, memory, motivation, nice, november, october, planet, seasons, september, summer, sun, sunshine, tribute, uplifting, weather, wind, winter,

Seasons

fall, the trickiest of them all, 
is pretending
-again-
to have fallen in love with summer

taking her to dinner each evening,
giving her the room 
to play during the day

summer, the purest of them all,  
has fallen for all that
-again-
surrendering slowly her joyful soul

little does she know 
perhaps sooner than before
she'll fall out of favor
-again-
once winter, the eternal lover of fall,
makes that call.


Poem Details | by James Inman |
Categories: love, october,

Our Romance

 
One
     unchained
          reckless eve,
rolling clouds kissed
     October skies, and
          my heart     I gave     to you.
               As the night      enveloped us,
                    new creases traced your gentle smile
                         creating beauty that      beguiled me.
                              Every time I looked at you          my love grew.



09/24/15

For Love of October Contest-3rd Place
Andrea Dietrich
10/20/2015


Poem Details | by Shanity Rain |
Categories: absence, betrayal, confusion, cry, feelings, grief, heartbroken, lost love, marriage, october, romance, sad love,

my heart I gave once

once I gave my heart 
mesmerized by the start 
his eyes so sapphire blue 

I was not ready for this
my thoughts went blank 
literally speechless

had I known the tears I would be left with
I do not believe I would have let love in
this Man , he knew he captivated women 

Always me going for what I can not have 
then in return it is given , leaving me confused
the one I was seeking for sure would never commit 

Commit he did , even in front of a Rabbi 
saying only once, 1 time will I.
with all conviction I believed his lie 

I remember the Fall day he left without words spoken 
the leaves were dancing through the wind 
as if they were trying to tell me something 

the rain cried tears for me that night 
I took his sword collection down from the wall
thinking in true love I will never find again

to die a graceful poetic death with his sword
I awoke with a hangover the next day 
my heart broken  my heart ignored


Poem Details | by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories: love, nature, october,

My October Bliss

September softly comes, then leaves; 
October breezes in,
and with a touch of magic 
weaves her spell on us again,
for happily at dusk we tread 
our secret path through trees
that blaze in hues of gold and red 
as heaven turns cerise.

And as I’m walking with my love, 
a chill wind starts to blow.
we hasten to the entrance of 
a cozy bungalow

Our dinner’s fixed; a fire’s lit
inside our hideaway.
Beside a fireplace we sit 
at this, the close of day.
As wood smoke rises to the sky, 
he warms me with a kiss,
which lends the sweetest quality 
to my October bliss.


Poem Details | by MD Johnson |
Categories: for her, kiss, love, october,

First Kiss

Tree leaves turning red
The same color as your face
The first time we kissed


Poem Details | by Mike Martin |
Categories: kiss, life, lonely, longing, lost, lost love, love, missing you, october, psychological,

Sun Drops

Sun drops on your brow
My heart is on my mind
Lashes twinkling, tiny stars
Ever rare to find

Sparkle in your hair
Picturistic view
Mist of sprinkle on your lips
Mystic fallen dew

A rainbow reaches far and wide
Fills the sky above
Fading soon into your eyes
A sea of churning love

Falling ever helplessly
Down into the sea
Sun drops falling on your nose
Dancing there for me

Sun drops on your shoulder
Shining in your hair
Sun drops falling at your heart
Just to linger there

Sun drops on a perfect dress
Flowing at your hips
Sun drops on a blushing smile
Taste it on your lips

Falling ever falling 
Down into your dream
Never ending sun drops
Falling in a stream

Each one makes a ripple
Reflections break apart
The moon is in a broken house
Looking for my heart

Sun drops fall in little rings 
Lots of every size
Superly imposing on
Reflections of your eyes

Every fallen sun drop
A ring begins anew
Grows until it shatters
Leaving only you

Sun drops in my morning dream
Waking without you
Walking on cloud all day
Ever feeling blue


Poem Details | by Laura Breidenthal |
Categories: conflict, crazy, funny, funny love, humorous, mystery, silly,

October the 8th

The great hands of fate have squeezed their grip on this infallible date! Make way, fermenting 7th, for the intolerable October the 8th! Far, far away the lone lemur leaps with joy to celebrate- The great, insoluble, improvable, October the blasted 8th! D.W, dear, with quirks and beauty that torment and infuriate, Can you not see my flippidy- floppity- flimsy- fedazzled state? See how my nerves leave me prostrate on the coming of this most magical date! October the phone a-flippin, Charles JDickens, Squawking chickens, Sexy centaurs strippin, heart sta-ricken, danger dippin' - October the infernal 8th!


Poem Details | by kj force |
Categories: addiction, autumn, cat, character, dark, devotion, emotions, funny, halloween, humor, imagination, love, october, pets, poetry, sleep,

Thoughts from the Mind of a Blogger


It was a chilly morning in paradise...

Autumn was already here...

A time for strange things to happen, as it is that time of year...

She was up most of the night, doing a write....

Regarding some hubs and her series titled "Legend of Fred "

Ahh the questions she had..rolling around in her head..

Were “where were her readers, her followers “ her Hubbers...?

They had all seemed to like what she wrote in the past..

But lately her hubs were falling so fast....

She had written articles on health and life..

perhaps she had targeted too much strife...

Maybe they wanted to read about food..

But when you're not a cook, that would be kinda rude..

Oh, will wonders never cease ?

So she decided she'd get some zzzzz's

She lay in her bed, not moving at all...

but breathing quite deeply, as I saw the covers fall...

So I stretched my muscles and walked ever so slow..

So as not to wake her , then I spied her big toe..

Sticking out from the blanket..it was such a temptation..

And with me having such a" foot fixation".however...

She needed the rest , so she can finish her quest..

I have some thoughts of my own...

that I would like to share in a poem..

And I would be happy to help her.but..

I don’t think the world is ready for me...

as I am a BLOGGING CAT.you see

So I will close for now...everyone have a great week...as

I'm off to seek something that has a tweak and a squeak..


Poem Details | by Gregory R Barden |
Categories: autumn, heartbreak, metaphor, october, solitude, soulmate, true love,

Autumn Atonement

Face to the sky,
Breath of the Caribbean
Woven with earthy Autumn,
Saturates the alveoli of my lungs,
Pouring raw impulses into the neurons of
My pleasure centers, so triggering a myriad of
Memories.the demurring requiem to summer tide..
The worries and joys of back-to-school preoccupations..
Hours spent raking the crisp colors into sloppy pyramids, (only to
Ruin the chore with swan dives and somersaults).a pick-up game of
Football with the kids up the road, bones rattling with every jarring
Impact.rekindled liaisons amidst a sea of oranges, reds,
Yellows, and browns.sinking droughty teeth into
The juiciest of apples, born from the branch
In an algid tenth-month deluge.the
Dreamy dance of costumed kids
Chasing the harvest moon
For a copious cache
Of candy treats.

The aroma of the air
Harkens all these thoughts
In an instant, and whisks me there
In a timeless surge of thoughts, then back
Again as quicklyArms spread out to my sides
And hands dangling from the wrist as if on a cross..
(A brief smile at that - crucified by self-pity - the irony is
Not lost on my odd sense of humor), eyelid-clasped face to the
Sky and perched barefoot on the rain-soaked deck, the tropical storm winds
Buffet me to-and-fro like a wooden puppetI'm a child again, (it's not a long walk for me),
And I'm wishing THAT wish, the wish that if you concentrate hard enough,
And fill your heart full enough, and promise God sincerely enough,
That no matter WHAT you wish or desire, it WILL come
True.you believe it with every fibre, and as long as
Your eyes are closed it might just as well have
Happened, (cuz like Schroedinger's cat,
Until something's observed to NOT
Be true, it's just as good
As the truth, right?).

But this time, instead
Of wishing for Santa Claus
To bring me that one present that
Seems outside the realm of possibility,
Or wishing for my bed to fly through the moonlit
Night sky, (electric blanket and all), or wishing for my
Family and pets to live forever, or wishing for that certain girl
To notice me at lunch or kiss me at the movies, or wishing for the
Pain behind my eye to go away, or wishing for the years to fly by so I can
Finally be called a "teenager", or wishing for the braces to be gone from my teeth
Forever, THIS time I'm wishing with all I am to be naught but the wind..
Wishing to be dissolved into the very smallest, most insignificant
Particles possible.wishing for the wind to sweep me up
As itself and carry me to nothingness.wishing to
Become as much a part of the Earth as the
Earth itself.wishing that I become
Nothing more than the aroma
In my senses, (a heavenly
Redolence born of the
Caribbean Sea.

Carried northward..
Over the Atlantic and ashore
To mix wondrously with the crisp,
Earthy scents of Fall), as wispy and
Infinitesimal and oblivious, made only of energy
And nebulous matter, no conscious thought or care to
Tarry with.no worries or expectations or responsibilities,
Yearning only for the sea whence it cameThis wish is so pure, so
Visceral, so complete that it carries all my emotion with it, carries itself in
The water from my eyes that I squeeze out with the strength of my closed eyelids.
I am that child again, wishing with all I am, but my wish is not a childish, it
Is born of all of life's pains and losses and failures and yes, successes
Even, (for those successes are not of ME, they're of the wishes
Of others FOR me, and they are lies)But mostly they
Are born of YOUYou and all our words of the
Future, life together, music shared as
The same spirit, and the moon,
Wrapped around our skin, 
Our pale moon.

The same moon that
Baptized our love before we
Even knew what to call it, that
Bathed us in it's permissions before we
were even WE, that held us always after, that
Seduced me with the warm completeness of flowing up
Into your soul, being carried on a stream of passion that carries
Us as the same thought to that place unspeakable, where we are so
Close that there is no definition of who we are separately, where we are so
Much one being that we almost feel alone, where we are so joined that we nearly
Fear loneliness, but welcome all that has brought us here, and that sacred
Place where we are brought afterward, where the joy and elation of
Having been a singular soul holds us in the most blissful comfort
We've ever known, and wraps us, now once again you
And I, in a comfort and elation and peace that
Compares with no other, that is timeless
And boundless and hopeful,
That is filled with only
Us, you and I.

Bathed in that same
Moonlight that knew us before
We knew US, that knew we would
One day be here, and reserved these very
Beams for us, to wrap our bodies and our joy and
Our love inThis wish is born of all that, mostly that,
And more.the little things like how amazing it was that
The spaces between your fingers fit mine so perfectly, how your
Smile warmed my heart with it's every appearance, many small sunrises
Throughout the day and night, that were even more hopeful and meaningful than the
Sunrise of morning itselfHow the sound of your voice whispering my name
Sent an electric chill to my heart and my dermis, how every time we
Sang together we knew without speaking what the other was
Going to do next, and anticipated those changes with a
Timing that was as one, (another river we flowed up
Together, a river of music), and how our bodies
Fit together as though god had known
Before creation that we would one
Day know the perfection of
Each other's contours.

(continued)


Poem Details | by Timothy Kegley |
Categories: child, october, parents,

A parents love

Love without discretion
Remember so little so strong
Time with you makes me strong
You child my loves no wrong
Your the rock that holds me
I Len my my arm when you needath  a shoulder to cry on
Your so fun an innocent the sun that takes the cloud
Your so cheerful I love you you make this parent proud






Thanks sincerely, Tim kegley


Poem Details | by Ian Jones |
Categories: change, love, october, relationship, romance,

Autumn Moon

In the golden glow of a lover's moon
With a soft breeze caressing darkest night
The quiet lane with leaves was strewn
Expectant hearts and wide eyes bright

The bards and poets paint romance
With dreams and hopes of deep, rich hues
And in Madrid we took our chance
As our love donned it's dancing shoes

That first embrace and sweetest kiss
Our nervous smiles in moonlight shone
Floating emotions of swirling bliss
All doubts and trepidations gone

In our lives we'd known such sorrow
Illness had taken your husband's life
I never thought there would be tomorrow
As cancer had taken my dearest wife

In the Autumn of our lives we know
To take that cliff edge chance was right
And as we embrace in moonlight's glow
We'll ne'er forget that October night.


Poem Details | by Xavier Johnson |
Categories: appreciation, happiness, inspiration, life, love, october, truth,

Sometimes ---- Placement

Sometimes I hope that at the end I make the right decision
Me speaking things into existence can be unforgiving
I'm moving in a pace so fast, I rest in 1st place
They're taking photos with the cam, as I lead the race
Enough it is to say that I am doing great
No time I've wasted, and I have the mission headed straight
With Nick and friends, I don't see a better path to take
Our minds are set and I'm not planning on a time to wait.

Sometimes I wonder was it real, and if I truly miss it
All my exes play their roles as if my life was scripted
I'm writing poems, hoping that the message is given
Taken away was hope that good things could be written
"Surely, you'd have to hate them Zae"?
Surely, I would not waste my day
No spite at all really, my thoughts just linger at night
Sharing what I've been through gives me great things to write.


Poem Details | by Anindya Mohan Tagore |
Categories: love, october, sensual, sky,

October sky - contest



The October sky
spreads rose petals all over-
for you and I

The autumnal love 
pervades the ambience with
crooning of the cranes

Sudden rain cools off-
the nature is in pink with
chirping of the birds

(c) Anindya Mohan Tagore (Bobby)

25/08/2015



Poem Details | by ADEDAYO GALI |
Categories: birthday, blessing, dedication, happy birthday, i love you, october, society,

HAPPY BIRTHDAY NIGERIA

As our nation turns a year older
let's lend our hands and shoulders
to lift Nigeria higher than it is
and proffer a solution to its incurable disease;

In unison let's say no to corruption
and yes to halal consumption.
Let's pray for God's mercies and blessings
and from our mistakes let's draw lessons;

I love you Nigeria, the pride of the continent
I send you my warm compliment.

Gali Da Poet!


Poem Details | by Karla Deal |
Categories: for him, happiness, happy, husband, i love you, romantic,

That First October Day

That first October day
The sky was no longer grey
The birds were still singing, never did they fly away
It was the day that I first met you,
Your handsome smile took my breath away
And I knew that in that moment that 
Everything was going to be okay

That first October day
I felt that I was on cloud nine
The moment that I saw you,
I'd knew that you would be forever mine

That first October day
I had a tingle all through my spine
The day was so beautiful, so full of sunshine

That first October day
I felt you kiss me so passionately
Held me so tight in your arms
Feeling safe and protected; away from harm

That first October day
It was love at first sight
And I made a promise to myself 
That I would forever love you
Every single morning, noon and night


Poem Details | by Louis Grant iii |
Categories: cancer, care, devotion, life, love, october, together,

OCTOBERS'S HOPE

Awareness is believing in the heart
That cherishes all and the wisdom
We gain though our strength 
In desperate times we measure
Our mercury for others 
Is the gift we Neil
To them

LMG3


Poem Details | by kasim ishmael |
Categories: appreciation, beautiful, beauty, birthday, daughter, life, love,

October 15 her birthday

Another year comes and passed by 
and you turn one year older 
and there's more responsibilities now 
as you feels the weight on your shoulder 

October 15 a very special day to me 
its the day you entered this world 
the magical day that you were born 
the most precious beautiful baby girl 

Gods gift to your mom and dad 
a little bundle of joy for them to love 
and angels was send down from heaven 
to bring her blessing from almighty god above 

and millions of pure white turtle doves 
took to the blue sky's in flight 
with mother nature beautify in full bloom 
as the sun shines across the world so bright 

and watching her grew every day 
fills her parent life with such pleasure 
and every foot steps ,smiles and first words 
the special times they will always treasure 

Another year has come and passed 
It's time to blow the candles and cut the cake 
as friends and family sing happy birthday to you 
with music ,song and dance they all celebrate 

and as the years slowly goes by 
you're blessed with peace, joy and harmony
spreading your happiness where ever you go 
a pillar of strength, class and honesty 

and you can easily make others smile 
and you ask for nothing in returned 
with your subdue amazing sense of humor 
and all the knowledge of live that your have learn 

you have grown to make your mom so proud 
a fact that makes her happy to talk about 
you are all that she could have ever wish for 
you're the best daughter without a doubts 

today October 15 its your birthday again 
and tears of joy filled your eyes 
as you read all the best wishes of love messages 
you are so full of emotion it makes you cries 

because you know how much you are truly love 
and how much you means to your friends and family 
all wishing you a very very happy birthday 
and many many more from now until infinity 

so as you celebrates your birthday on October 15 
you have all the love in the world in your hands 
and I hope all the your dreams and hopes comes true 
and I wish you the very best in all your future plans


Poem Details | by Dr. Upma A. Sharma |
Categories: autumn, beauty,

In love with October - etheree

In love with October- etheree






Chills
creep in 
slowly as
Monsoon recedes,
Autumn spreads its wings
sets in festive spirit..
Marigold blooms amidst greens
twilight lends splendid orange hue,
Vibrant October is on its way...
Feel its mystical essence in the air.



Written Sept 25th, 2015
For contest "For love of October" by Andrea

Awarded 8th place win



Poem Details | by Earl Schumacker |
Categories: adventure, autumn, desire, kiss, love, mystery, october,

October Bliss

                            October Bliss 
                                 (Sijo)

Who are my wondrous friends?  Tree and leaf, autumn and fire 
The time aging colors, their fading kiss falls on joyful lovers
Along with these emotions, what other stories hide in you?

 
10/06/14  October Bliss – Poetry Contest
 


Poem Details | by Chris Boskovski |
Categories: beautiful, dog, girl, how i feel, loneliness, lonely, love, night, october, woman, women,

I Will Have my Woman, One Day

I've seen my brother
walking the four corners of the Earth.
In search for something new, or possibly
Someone new.

I've seen the desperate men,
With their heads full with hair,
and dressed in fancy and expensive suits,
bark like dogs when young women roll by.
They do not care what people think of them,
...Just like dogs.

I sit at my window, and peek my head out.
I see the desperate men putting on shows for naive girls.
I sit at my window,
waiting for that one day.
That one knock upon my door,
but so far nothing in hopes of me
falling in Love.

Still I wait.
I see foolish girls falling for dogs,
Who wake the next morning with flees and the dog no where in sight,
and I laugh, huh!
But the dogs bark at me for laughing.

Still I wait.
I do not worry for my time with Love will come.
See tat it is a soft, October night
A true woman will come and pay me a visit with a knock upon my door.

Not just any old woman.
A woman with class,
Who is longing for a man,
Who will love her back,
She will be kind and gentle.

She will come one day,
mabye in the month of May, June or July,
Then I will have the last laugh and say over those dogs,
Who barked at me.

I will have my woman, one day!


Poem Details | by Ann Wilson |
Categories: death, loss, lost love, love, life, brother, brother, life, lonely, love, me, october, time,

Mental Illness Does Exist

As I reflect on that October day when I lost my brother when he ended his life in 
such a tragic wayHe was troubled  and  lonely  and blue he felt unloved  too and 
didn’t  know what to doHe had a mental Illness and thought there was many 
enemies in his life and felt scared tooWhen I look back at his tragic death I 
should of taken him more seriously on the thoughts going on in his mindI will 
tell you now what I am feeling inside Mental Illness is real don’t take the warning 
signs lightly for it does exists I am so sad now for he is very missedHe ended 
his own life on that October dayI was at home when I got the callI did not 
believe it was trueWhen I went to the police station and was directed to go in 
this roomAnd he told me to sit down there in this chairWhen he told me he 
ended his life that dayIt happen when he drove his car and into the creekI can’t 
believe he is out of my lifeAnd can’t believe that it happen that wayI started 
crying and could not stopWhen you think of a loved  one that you love so much 
you take for granted that they are alive and ok and do not have that thought of the 
tragic news of them dyingMy brother is gone now with his loved ones who have 
passed away why did he have to go at all why did he end his life that wayThe 
nights are lonely without him here for I love him so much and I am grieved with 
despairFor I do remember the things we did togetherThe pain still hurts deep 
down insideI wish I can turn back the time and still have my brother  by my side 
If you have someone in your life who has a mental illness look for the signs and 
the way they are feelingThey may be crying out for help so take the time to listen 
to them and ask them how can I help you For I wish I can bring my loved one 
back todayDon’t wait too long  to do the right thingSo if they are hurting I hope 
you know before it is too lateTake these thought and make up your mind for you 
don’t want to run out of timeSo I have decided to write you this as I am reflecting 
back that October dayIf you have a loved one in your life who needs you  be there 
for them for what I have said is trueMental illness is real for my loved one is 
gone  don’t wait too long you need to be there for them you need be strongFor I 
am telling the truth I know I am not wrongDon’t take what I am saying lightly  
mental illness does exist.