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Poem Details | by Susan Ashley |
Categories: appreciation, autumn, grave, grief, loss, love, missing you,

Season Of September



Sunlight falls in breezy dapples across your lichened stone, solace now I seek in chapel’s old yard while we’re alone. It brings my heart back, being here - love; that I remember, the autumn brings a tender tear season of September. Neath supple sways my prayerful praise I offer you a hymn; may dreams evergreen be always blessed to soulful brim. ...church bells black - they toll the hours mourning time since you’ve been gone. Losing you and laughter ours wrong side of Heaven I am on... Green leaves that sigh like grieving silk have not yet turned to red, memories sweet as mother’s milk will nurse through snows ahead. It brings my heart back, being here - love; that I remember, the autumn brings a tender tear season of September. Susan Ashley September 7, 2018


Poem Details | 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


Poem Details | 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.


Poem Details | by Jack Taggart |
Categories: lost love, seasons, autumn,

September

As Autumn ignites,
The leaves burn with ember glow.
They fall like ashes.


Poem Details | by Lynn Marie |
Categories: emotions, heart, i miss you, loss, love, september, soldier,

four years

lying in the tangled white sheets
hair mussed i can still feel your touch
where you loved me and i loved you.

your scar on the side of your cheek
a piece of shrapnel embedded
you said you'd come home in a week.

it's august now  come september
four years exactly you've been gone
your heart forever within her.









08-23-2016


Poem Details | by Kristen Marie |
Categories: death, depression, loss, lost love, love, sadheart, fire, fire, heart, red,

Bitten by September

Forbidden to remember Terrified to forget She is bitten by September As the rising sun sets He sinks his teeth into her cold, lifeless flesh As what is almost breaking is her very last breath The agonizing fire courses angrily through her veins She would do most anything to stop it, the anguish and the pain She pleads for her death They hear it in her cries What has she ever done for this life to be lead? The bitter truth and the bitter lies Her steaming red blood is staining the floor She struggles to keep her eyes even more She tries to survive, she tries to be okay But she won't be alive come the next day The reason as why she is holding on is fading The darkness is pulling her under, an undeniable waiting Her fears don't consume her, it's the fire that is killing She assumed that she was, but she truly wasn't willing She thought she was stronger She thought her heart could take it But it won't be much longer No, she is afraid she won't make it Crimson red matters her hair And what she cries out is a sin All the others can do is stare As she fights a battle she will most likely not win Her breathing turns shallow Her heart beat decreases Her eyes are now hallow Her heart beat seizes


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 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 Ryan Vandenbosch |
Categories: cute love, destiny, identity, love, passion, romantic, september,

I Am Libra

I am Libra 
In every way, in every emotional sense 
I am the white picket fence 
That encases the complexity 
Which makes up all that is me 
I am me

I am the chameleon 
I am the peace 
In all the things you wish to see me be 
I am passion 
I am love 
I am freedom and justice and all of the above 
But still I am 
The diplomacy and balance 
That makes up your own democracy

I can naturally lead you to the end of your insecurity 
I am strong willed and independent 
Charismatic, ambitious and very flirtatious 
But that's me 
Still silently awaiting 
To be in your precious reality

It be a dream you see 
To be the rain that showers love 
Or the sun that lights up your days 
From so high above

But that's me 
A peacekeeper, a homemaker 
A pervasive, idealistic extrovert 
Whose passionate enough to cleverly become 
Your most dynamic love maker

I am excited 
I am loyal 
And all that you see that never seems to spoil 
But that is me, the Libra you see 
Patiently awaiting 
For you to set me free


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 Chris Boskovski |
Categories: autumn, beautiful, beauty, day, death, dedication, depression, desire, farewell, feelings, happiness, happy, heart, how i feel, lonely, love, poetry, seasons, september, simple, sky, spring, sun, sweet, symbolism, sympathy, uplifting, write, writing,

September Weather

Ah, the september weather is here,
the trees turn firery red and orange,
and the leaves gently fall to the surface.

Fall is here,
and the grass turns from green to yellow,
the souls of many change their ways.

From going on beaches in sun
to walking on wet streets,
with jackets on.

September weather is here,
too most it is depressing to see,
such change in the world.

But I love it.
The girlfriends and boyfriends go away,
and that makes me happy.
Then I go apple picking.

I pick red apples,
from low, hanging apple trees.
and I eat one, while walking down the trail.

Fall is here,
the time of death,
the last of sunshine.

I don't argue,
I love fall,
it is so cosy and it gives me hope.

Hope that a day will come again,
when the sun pops its head out
and the warmth returns.

September weather is the best,
when summer is gone, but not quite,
and the cool breeze sweaps through your open windowpane.

I love fall,
it gives me hope,
that with death comes life.


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 Karla Deal |
Categories: i love you, love, nature, romantic, seasons, september,

Autumn Whispers


Autumn Whispers

It's almost September
A time to remember
The welcoming of Autumn calling my name
Such a welcoming game

Colors of the leaves bright yellow and red
The sounds of the wind dancing in my head
Crisp chill in the air...wind blowing freely thru my hair

I long to be with you this wonderful season
Falling in love with you was for a reason
Gazing into your eyes of blue
Remind me of the reasons why I fell in love with you

Walking hand in hand down that long mile
With you by my side makes me smile
Being with you all day long; in each others' arms where we belong

Autumn...
It's a reason for it to be in September
Because being with you forever 
Is a love to always remember


Poem Details | by arthur vaso |
Categories: autumn, eulogy, lonely, love, passion, september,

Saint Stephan

Was born a saint
That dreamed died at two
In the morning 
Never very good at tying me shoes
So now I am older, three times the devil
As I dream to see where life leads me
I close my eyes
To escape the desires I never touched
She called me a Romeo, yet I never kissed
The love felt I was certain was bliss
So I walked away
No more waiting, for silly moment’s lost
Played all my cards, and all hearts gone
And now I dig with grave thoughts in mind
For as I stare at the hole below
I see where Saint Stephan
Died at two


Poem Details | by arthur vaso |
Categories: art, autumn, goodbye, heart, introspection, lost love, memory,

September

September

Month of memories
In dreams collide
With bitter sweetness
And long ago goodbyes

Old torn sweater so arcane
In the chilly mornings
He is my friend again
As we walk along fallen leaves

Airplanes high up in the sky
Used to be me who would fly
Now I gaze up at illusions that have been
As the breeze swiftly passes me by

Waters ripples
Lapping the shores
Fall comes sailing in
If only it was yesterday again

I'd say I love you
In the falling rains
As you took my umbrella
And left me with my weathered pain

September took my heart away
Without you, I had nothing left at all to say
This month of memories
When you handed back my heart

In the falling rain


Poem Details | by Sharon Gulley |
Categories: autumn, love, september,

Sweet September

You touched my hand 
and I shivered.
Love gained, in sweet 
September.



Poem Details | by Julie Smith |
Categories: french, happiness, love, magic, memory, september, song,

Fearless

Dancing through the streets of a French little town
The old church shimmering yellowish brown
The September night sky and my brand new dress
I can't wait to see you and I'm feeling fearless


Poem Details | by Karla Deal |
Categories: autumn, for him, how i feel, i love you, romantic, seasons, september,

Autumn Calls


Autumn Calls

Autumn calls...
when suddenly the leaves fall.

Autumn calls...
when the colors are amber, orange and red,
and the sound of a child's laughter
dance in my head.

Autumn calls...
when the air feels so crisp and clean,
and I feel so serene.

Autumn calls...
when you wrap your arms around me,
and you keep me safe from harm.

Autumn calls...
I'm SO in love with you!!
And that is the most beautiful call of all.


Poem Details | by arthur vaso |
Categories: art, introspection, life, longing, love, rain, romantic,

September Rain

September Rain Staring Out the window At Septembers’ rain The rain stares back Looking inside my pain By nightfall I shall be insane September winds Carry me away To autumn dreams Where kisses exist again


Poem Details | by Trevor McLeod |
Categories: beauty, break up, desire, farewell, feelings, love, september,

An Ending In September

You're an ugly face
with craving skin
I can't wait long to kiss.

You're an eye lid frightened
powdered face.
A love that I can't miss.

You're the skirt filled legged,
primest girl
I could hope to see.

You're a straight taunt blouse
with ample breasts
showing all that you can be.

You're the girl next door
leaning to the fence,
swooning up against one knee.

You're a perm haired whirl
turning all the heads
with me hoping you are free.

You're the first kiss made
in a passioned wrestle
from two tongues without a sound.

You're a night of passion
to a dawn of rest
with the day swept off the ground.

You're the girl for me
till our time runs out
and our love's left to remember.

You're a memory made
in a notch for me
in an ending in September.


Poem Details | by RAJAT KANTI CHAKRABARTY |
Categories: bereavement, death, love, mom, mother, september, wind,

DEATH OF A MOTHER

Mom
When you left us
The window was open
There was a single star in the sky
Wind was breathless
A sudden cry ripped the darkness

That night was a book’s last page
Frayed by time and solitude
A lamp was burning in the corner
To thicken the whispers of coming souls
We were speechless 
Touching my mother’s feet
Lean and wilted 
By thousand years ‘march.

September, the cruelest
You did not know the weight of pain
One’s heart endeared 
And cried in a land
Islanded by silence.


Poem Details | by Rick Parise |
Categories: adventure, inspirational, life, love, nature, passion, peace, upliftinglife, september,

My Journal

My Journal ~ September 04 / September 06 ~ 2010


A Trip To Belize 

DAY 1

I travel the winding roads of euphony upon the hummingbird highway 
the ancient forests stand proud pulling every dream from with in my mind
a voyage of serendipity as each wondrous epiphany followed another
flowers entangle the mighty scape spilling delightful rainbows across the hill top 
Orchids, Poinsettias, and fragrant yellow Oleanders brought a dreamy sense of 
solace.......

3:16 P.MFriday

DAY 2

as I wandered a magnificent  trek
I found myself in the Central Lowlands
a certain energy became present with in my being,
it consumed me in a spiritual inkling of a majestic past......
"El Cara col" the ancient Mayan site
What a divine wonder!!
a flourishing menagerie of a distant civilization so mysterious and pure
I Marveled at the simplistic yet intricate architecture   
A piece of my heart longed to entwine with the spirits of souls past...
If I ever in this life felt complete, I was at that very second......
sempiternal.....

12:30 P.MSaturday

DAY 3

On the third day I traveled to the Platinum Coast line  
It was breath taking......
a crystal clear royal blue utopia  
The coastline dotted with gentle palms swaying so slight......
a Caribbean tropical oasis with white sands and a comforting warm breeze  
in the the distant one of the seven wonders of the world "The Great Barrier Reef"
O' how I longed to submerge myself in the purity of this vast nature bath......
a cleansing rebirth......
just to sit and brood in silence was all I needed.......

11:08 A.MSunday

A wonderful experience......a life changing moment in time......

Belize......
___________
  Contest


Poem Details | by njeri hunjeri |
Categories: child, love,

I love you September

I love you so tender
Now, before and forever 
You are always my splendor 
You always give me the wonder 
I like you like no other member 

I love you so tender
Even in the hot summer 
You are my heart's warrior 
For life, me and you together
Everytime with you it gets better 

I love you my little feather
Dancing up in the air so clever
Innocent with that pure laughter
Your energy each day is stronger
You are the love story that never ends in a letter

I love you so tender
   My little feather
     In any weather
       In every passing hour


Poem Details | by Rick Parise |
Categories: love, nature, seasons,

September Love Endless


O' my September song of grace Lay your withered petals at my feet Hear not the coming of silence For glory falls with distant rain In each moment as change consume May we celebrate each breath anew For a love echo in splendid warmth As firelight taunts a harvest moon ___________________________


Poem Details | by Nancy Jones |
Categories: history, love, war, hate, hate, love, september, sorry, i love you,

911

Sixteen minutes 'til September eleventhBy the time I finish typing and editing..it 
will BE September 11thI remember that dayIn the kind of detail I don't 
remember mostWas horrible.beyond horrible..don't think there's a word for 
what it was...

and yet...

and yet...

nice to have a date to hang our mourning 
our righteous indignation 
on

isn't it?

i mean...

911 is a lot catchier than

say...

April 6 through mid-July, 1994 
when at least 500,000 Tutsis and thousands of moderate Hutus 
died 
in 
genocide

yah, 500k

or

when ya look for stats on darfur...
they're vague..
but ya KNOW 
in your heart..


if ya still listen to it...

DO ya still listen to it???

that the suffering there 
outstrips 911 
to the 
(poetrysoup does not allow this particular adjective)
MAX

i'm sorry people died in the world trade center 
i'm sorry there is hate on this planet 
but i WON'T hate with them

or with you

even if i love you 
i won't hate with you

BECAUSE

i love us...
all of us

including

you


Poem Details | by ron ryan |
Categories: depression, girlfriend-boyfriend, introspection, life, loss, lost love, love, sadbeautiful, beautiful, me,

Mid-September Blue

when everything was possible
when everything was new
when my heart beat out of my chest
and found it's way to you
 
when skies were emerald green 
and trees were powder blue
hearts everywhere were seen
you said it was because of me
i said it was because of you
 
your eyes reflected gold
they told me stories
that were never told
i hung on each and every word
i remember everything i heard
in the background, a blutiful bluebird
 
Everyday was Mid-September Blue
when you showed me a better me
and I showed you a sweeter you
Mid-September Blue
was such a beautiful violet hue
the most beautiful view
that I ever knew




Poem Details | by James Fraser |
Categories: anniversary, brother, daughter, death, family, father, girlfriend-boyfriend, history, husband, life, loss, lost love, love, mother, people, places, political, sad, sister, son, wife

That September Day in 2001

Two thousand seven Hundred and fifty victims Murdered, Rest in Peace My entry into Nathan's 9-11 contest http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/america.php


Poem Details | by kj force |
Categories: beautiful, brother, childhood, inspiration, love, philosophy, september, sister,

September Sister of Mine

On a sunny yet cool September morn...
A beautiful baby girl was born...
She weighed in at a perfect number nine...
And the best part was she was now a Sister of mine...
Life thereafter was awesome for me...
Cause life was filled with love you see..
We both learned from each other..
Cause,,we were now Sister and Brother...
The years have passed and we’re now in our teens...
We are both on the same page..or so it seems...
You have high aspirations in Life , as do I...
So I wrote this poem to verify...
As your Brother I do certify...
We both will ,in LIFE..succeed...
Using this Philosophy...
 






Poem Details | by Ioan Rusu |
Categories: lost love, nature, sad,

September

Sometimes,
in the end of September
when leaves are crying
in the wild wind,
lonely on shore
I remember you.

Life has many ways
and there is nothing to say.

Running on sand
early in the morning
I am only waiting
The sunrise.

Another day will comes
and I know
that I will love you
forever…


Poem Details | by caroline mackey |
Categories: anniversary, daughter, life, loss, lost love, love, sad, baby, family, grandmother, baby, family, girl,

Today Is September 1 2007

On this day 16 years ago a beautiful baby girl was born.
As I cried they took her away.
My grandmother watching as if nothing were wrong.
Photos came for a brief moment then stopped
She was gone never to be herd from or seen.
It seemed as if she just vanished.
The agencies said her new family had moved.
No forwarding address to be found.
They apologize for the inconvenience.
Trying to convince me not to give up hope.
Hope what is this, something I find hard to have.
Years have come and gone and not a word.
The last photo I reserved she must have been 3 or 4 years old.
My search it still continues today, 
but not a trace of her or her family do I see.
On this the anniversary of her birth
 I still cry for the loss of my baby girl I bore so long ago.