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Love Poems About September or September Love Poems
by Maurice Yvonne |
Categories: love,

The Privacy Of Your Dreams


what do you dream of when you go to sleep at night where do you fly to when you turn off the light hours of travel all alone in your mind tell me there what it is you find together in our wake i long for a retake when we kiss under the heavens i know i'm rolling all sevens who is it that you meet in the darkness of your sleep just you two lit by moonbeams in the ocean deep does he look anything like me who is he then your fantasy i hate to invade your privacy your dreamworld is yours to see but in the freedom of your imagination am i your choice in a world void of caution September 14 2016 MY


by Chantelle Anne Cooke |
Categories: anniversary, best friend, celebration, fate, love,

Thunderstorms of Love

lighting love laces my midnight heart in shadows your potent presence melts my murk madness my soul lives behind the moon your sunset smile awakens me now seeps into my chaos clouds thunder silencing we dance in rogue rain droplets of dreamy dew splash upon our steamed souls August 30th 2020 Contest: Completely Your Choice (6) Any Form Any Theme Sponsor: Brian Strand POTD September 1st 2020 First Place

by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories: life, love,

His Life, His Love

Above a cloud, in soundless, still tumescence,
a goddess rests; below her is the sea.
A strip of it is rippling luminescence,
a path of light in night’s serenity.
A solitary boat now passes through
the lane of radiance.  One man regards
the sky and ocean, both a cobalt blue,
and ponders inspiration of the bards.

For what could man want more than such as this -
-the tranquilness of dark in Luna’s glow!
At times he longs to taste a woman’s kiss
though he embraced this life so long ago. . . 

His gaze is fixed on her who shines above. 
He chose the sea. . . and moon became his love.


Written September 18, 2010

by Victor Buhagiar |
Categories: writing,

Writing a Love Sonnet

If only I could write you a sonnet,
Iambic pentameter and what not,
Let my muse mull profoundly upon it.
I must write it quickly lest I forgot.

It will have to stress real passion, love,
Mention a rose if I really must
But for heaven's sake leave out the white dove,
Still do mention the red moon that I trust.

Compare her eyes to some fragrant flower,
And wish to taste her full strawberry lips,
Scheme to meet her in a quiet bower,
Clouds enfold us in mythical eclipse.

Will she come, will she go, my marigold?
Ah, my poor love sonnet has now gone cold.


POTD 14 September 2020

by Poet Destroyer A |
Categories: beauty, care, creation, imagination, inspiration, lonely, love hurts, metaphor, nature, rain, sad love, september,

Gentle Summer Rain

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 - her steps commence. 

She listens to the soft and rhythmic thrum, 
her love turned to escape and cloudy string 
Where nimbus mistletoe fell, tears to become 
Their kiss of Autumn was symbolic ring. 

The first light cotton mists with summer rays 
While skyward cheerful laughs adorn the land, 
their ceremonial dance diffuses grays, 
affectionate embrace, where dreams expand. 

Upon September's sky the raindrops gleam 
With half of hidden Sun to laugh and beam.



--------- 8-29-13

by Heather Ober |
Categories: love, nature,

September

Trees reach like glowing embers
to singe the autumn skies.
Leaves burst with blinding colour
like sparks that spin and rise
Then a breath of weightless fog
moves across the silent lake
where trails of molten clouds
fill the sunset's smoky wake.
The harvest moon emerges
like a second burning sun
to fill the sky with button-stars
that morning pulls undone. 
Sunlight floods the gardens
to melt the morning dew.
This is where my heart resides
since September gave me you.

by Nina Parmenter |
Categories: beautiful, child, love, mother, my child, mystery, parents,

Mysterious Child

Entirely made of us, yet somehow not
a part of us, how can you even be?
Why can’t we feel your thoughts and dreams, and what
are you if you are neither him nor me?
Though severed from you, somehow we feel tied
to you, as if they’d never cut the cord,
We started you, you grew and kicked inside
my body, and besotted, we have poured
all hope into those perfect, tiny hands,
For reasons only love can ever say...
Yet loving you won’t help us understand
your world; you are a universe away.
You’re so much more than we can know or see...
You’re perfect sense, yet total mystery.


24 September 2018
For Beautiful Mystery Contest
Sponsored by John Hamilton 




by CayCay Jennings |
Categories: change, corruption, freedom, inspirational love, love, peace, prejudice,

This All Could Be


Transitions towards a worldwide truce
Highlight our hearts, hopes, hymns and 
Inspire us to embrace peace as a truth
Spread globally strong from love’s roots.

All prayers seek universal peace,
Love-filled hearts breathing ease and
Living life as freedom guarantees.

Corrupt power holders need be
Outnumbered by justice seekers,
United in faith to crumble cruel
Leaders and their false rule, to then
Determine all lives harmony soothed.
 
Blessings of equality could be as they should be, 
Enjoyed by all brothers and sisters of humanity.





September 2, 2019


by Richard Lamoureux |
Categories: change, dark, fruit,

Paradise Lost

Before the days when man first sinned
Angels traveled upon the wind
Everything magic shone in the night
Fairies fluttered, wings shining bright

Eve was perfect with long flowing hair
Sensuous body, delightfuly bare
Adam's body strong, he was a sight
They played by day and made love at night

Everything perfect, living in the trees
Yet trouble called upon a gentle breeze
The serpent said taste, this fruit so grand
Eve so entranced, she ate from his hand

She saved fruit for Adam, he took a bite
The garden went dark, no more magic light

A sonnet in The Wind Contest.
Written September 9th, 2013
Sponsored by: Poetess Darkly

by Carolyn Devonshire |
Categories: inspirational, introspection,

When the Tab Comes Due

Frail humans we are and mistakes are made, but there will be a time to pay for pain inflicted on others. Run swiftly from dark clouds hovering above, baggage like an albatross around our necks -- cast it aside. Commit to offering kind words, compassion to all, bestowing brotherly love. Make amends when possible for harmful acts, even negative thoughts, and promote harmony. When we stand at heaven’s gate, we’ll not be asked about material possessions, but how much love we gave. The prince and the pauper will be judged as equals when the tab comes due.
*Entry for Paula’s “How Due You Dew” contest Written September 8, 2011

by William Kershaw |
Categories: introspectionautumn, time,

Time Before Winter

September tries to convince herself,
Making pretend that she is really, truly,
A Summer month, albeit one of dying fire,
Holding at bay the chill of Autumn winds.

October plays temptress with her Duality;
Sun to warm the back of your flannel shirt,
With punkin' frosting nights, crisp and cold.
Air so clear it sears the throat like a glass of cider.

November comes dark, wet and gloomy.
An ancient harridan forced to bridal bed.
Chanting "fools, there's time before winter comes,
Still time enough for love."

December mutters in her sleep........

by kash poet |
Categories: love,

Shadow Puppets

Our candlelight show, entwining fingers bolder now fragrances mingle in threadless embrace, shadow puppets. *********************** Placement: 1st;(September 2012) Contest:Septolet the Puppet Sponsor:Nette Onclaud By:kash poet Date:22nd September 2012 SEPTOLET: it consists of 7 lines with a total of 14 words ... the line break comes between the 4th and 5th lines though both parts deal with the same thought to create a unified effect… to make it interesting, you must use one fabric and one flavor in your piece.

by John Hamilton |
Categories: absence, change, love hurts, missing you, relationship,

Autumn's desires

Autumn's desires

Your amber-umber eyes, penetrate me
as saffron sun sets on faces, ashen
Your suspicious mind raves with jealousy
as pumpkin winds chill our summers passion
your love transitions to winter's fashion.

Fire and ice keep flowing through your bold veins
Wild imaginations portend cold rains.

I dream of your ruby-red crimson lips
my mind won't rest until you have returned
the  touches from your ginger fingertips
we can rebuild the bridges that have burned,
then, we will laugh at all the lessons learned

I think of your flowing cinnamon hair
mem'ries of our home, and you being there.

John Derek Hamilton
September 16,2017

by Susan Ashley |
Categories: emotions, grief, longing, loss, lost love, memory, morning,

Morning Mist



In dampened blur of violet dawn as angels’ weep did touch upon a mourner’s shoulders mist enshroud - to soften edges gauzy haze that hug around these painful days and mellow memories endowed in sacred stillness of time gone. In silent water droplets clear is beauty precious every sphere collecting on the silvern spires midst leaf and scented lavender reminding me of when we were devoted in our love’s desires - each flower holds a lost love tear. Susan Ashley September 29, 2018 ~ Third Place ~ Contest: Your Choice Flower Verse, Any Form, Any Theme Sponsor: Brian Strand

by Vijay Pandit |
Categories: care, friendship, love,

Love is the force

Tender touch gently soothes an ailing soul 
Wordless discourse greets eyes of love
A mother's hug comforts her child's ego
Love is the force that makes the world go

Kinder hearts ache sensing others' pain
A prayer mightily calls for suffering to end
Flowers of goodwill shed feelings of woe
Love is the force that makes the world go

Words of care resonate in any language
Noble deeds of strangers justly amaze
A message of peace triumphantly echos
Love is the force that makes the world go

Love received, gives, and regenerates
It multiplies, compounds, and propagates
Love is the force that elevates the world

September 7,  2018

by jack horne |
Categories: heartbreak,

The Broken Hearts

     The world is full of broken hearts,
so mine was nothing new,
     and anyone who loves someone
could lose that person too.
     I thought I'd found the one for me
the day I danced with you;
     I gave my heart without reserve;
you knew I would be true.
     Alas for me, your love was false,
and so I'm feeling blue -
     although my broken heart will mend.
This feels like deja vu...

written 17th September for Constance's All the Little Pieces contest

by Eve Roper |
Categories: baby, cry, mother,

When You Cry I'll Come Running POTD

My heart skips a beat when I hear your crying. I can't help run to comfort rock a bye you in the cradle of my loving arms. I'd never let any harm come to you. I never knew that I could love so much. 9/17/2018
POTD September 18, 2018

by Vijay Pandit |
Categories: life, metaphor,

Arts and crafts from grains of sand

Life is a smile of a newborn in mother's arms

Arts and crafts of stained glass from grains of sand

Freedom of a chick on its very first flight

Love of a mother scurrying beside a young fawn

Float on a lotus pond in style of white swans

Lyrics of nature scripted in nightingale's song

Painting in vermilion tints rising on meadows of fall

Rivers rushing down from spring mountaintops

Romance in lover's eyes watching a new dawn 

Wonder in breath of a single-celled amoeba

September 14, 2019
HM: Strand special 5 by Brian Strand
Life poetry contest;  Sponsor: Ironic Zink

by Nina Parmenter |
Categories: love, mystery, relationship, truth,

A Dab of Secrecy

Would we survive if you could hear
Me thinking? Maybe not, I fear
For what we lock away
Is as important as the things we say
And pure, relentless honesty
Is not a panacea. 
We are we because the secret glue
Of things I do not say to you
Holds tightly all the things I choose
To share. And should we ever lose
That blissful dab of secrecy
That sprinkle of duplicity, 
That keeps your inner world from me,
And mine from you - one blink 
And we‘d be through I swear,
Or worse, we’d sink...
Weighed down by things we dare not think.
 


28 September 2018
Written for Brian Strand’s Contest No 500

by Gershon Wolf |
Categories: friendship, poetry, poets,

A pied piper for me

His line and verse flow like honey
Lovely, smooth, bright and sunny
A pied piper for me

He speaks of love in phrases pure
His words take wing, on airborne tour
Soaring high and free

Yet he himself is down to earth
Epitome of cheer and mirth
A humble soul is he

Always has an encouraging word
'Good friend' the honor on him conferred
The one-and-only Chris Green


              September 26, 2019
       Pick a Friend on Soup Contest
              Sponsor: Bobby May

by Line Gauthier |
Categories: death, grandfather, grandson, love, sick,

SOMETIMES LOVE IS NOT ENOUGH



He loved his grandpa with all his heart
All the hugs in the world
Could not heal him
How we dreaded the time when
Memories would be all that’s left



Submitted on September 8, 2019, for contest SOMETIMES LOVE IS NOT ENOUGH sponsored by SILENT ONE  -  RANKED 3RD

by Panagiota Romios |
Categories: cute love, rain,

GOD'S PICNIC



                 The skies filled bulbously with
                 gray-filled clouds.
                 We rested on God's daisy blanket,
                 laughing out loud.


                 Some nice fresh water from God's
                 own sink?
                 We laid back in utter joy, setting up 
                 glasses to catch such a blessed...
                 Heavenly drink.



                  September 24, 2019



by Panagiota Romios |
Categories: beautiful, heart, love, moon,

SOUL OF MY BELOVED


       Yes, I have it right here in my hands.
       It thumps with joy and kindness.
       It's rhythm with eternal love springs.

       The colors are a lacy silver and rose gold.
       With a sparkling deep ruby center,
       I am so blessed to behold.
 

       It has the scent of jasmine in bloom,
       Ah, these transformative moments
       my one and only love!

       Holding your forever heart.
       Knowing to the Romios Star, 
       In happy embers, one day, we shall depart!




       September 15, 2019
       8:10 am

by Panagiota Romios |
Categories: heart, joy, love, sensual,

L'AMOUR DE MA VIE


Reveal to me, do!
How you carried off my heart and it now lives within you.
I can see it brightly alive in your godlike chest.
You had the loving, brown-eyed chutzpah to magically place 
both our names upon it and yes, with the family crest.

Reveal for me, do!
How you, at every sunrise, serves me a cup of steaming 
aromatic happiness?
And a shower together, Agapi Mou, the crest of jasmine jouissance!
Swimming as one, in life effortlessly, joyfully, in loves' rainbowed,
forever, dancing cadence!

September 21. 2019

by Lu Loo |
Categories: hope,

Transcending Hope


soft tunes speak, whispers of light- cry not for my heartache, scars have been mended, life is sound… once more- love ascends, fear breaks its routine; starlit nights gleam with intense heat, they shine as if they’re mine- faith is hope transcending September 3, 2019 Yalto Poems Only Poetry Contest Emile Pinet