Love Poems About October or October Love Poems
by John Hamilton |
Categories: desire, dream, imagery, longing, romantic,

Midnight Romance

Midnight Romance

Dusk falls quickly on cerulean skies
Day morphs from ash of roses to sable
Our love's vision flashes before my eyes
Midnight romance, like an ancient fable

Charcoal sketches meander in my mind
While jasmine-absinthe incense is burning
it's smoke, evokes passions clearly defined
porcelain skin blushes with love's yearning

Obsidian-ebony eyes that gleam
pleading to quench needy soulful desire
beckoning me to unite in the dream
willingly, I rush to put out the fire

My mind's eye sees quivering crimson lips
As love drips from ivory fingertips




October 18,2017








by Silent One |
Categories: devotion, emotions, love,

Critical Liaisons

A poets dream, she'll seduce with her eyes, pens will desire to praise her charming guise, but be cautious, she'll treat you like her book, explore each chapter with her detailed look. Drain your ink, smoking pages in to fire, drink your spirit like blood thirsty vampire. But now it seems she may have met her match, a poet who's heart, she's struggling to snatch. He holds scriptures, she's never read before, each musing, leaves her yearning to feel more. A heart breaker, who gives no man a chance, dream maker, who leaves women in a trance. A modern day Samson and Delilah - spiritual soulmate who could tame her.
Silent One 20 October 2020

by Silent One |
Categories: love,

Nature of my Poetry

Let us embrace
like twilight kisses the sun goodnight.
Indulge in hues of scarlet, crimson and lilac,
until the salutation of stars .

In the nothingness of silence,
our souls will whisper sweet symphonies,
as we flow with sensual tones of night.

Tenderness of touch will compose a concerto,
along the nakedness of your innocence.

I will hold you like a violin,
feel smooth sensations of your strings.
Pulsate like a passionate pianist,
caressing silky ivory and satin ebony keys.

Upon the first scent of dawn,
I will watch your heart sigh,
as you lay breathless in my arms -
and become the nature of my poetry. 

Simple Musing
Silent One
23 October 2019


by JAN ALLISON |
Categories: humorous, nursery rhyme,

JACK AND JILL RE WRITTEN

Jack and Jill went up the hill With thoughts of making love Jack hadn’t got a condom So cut a finger off Jill’s glove The glove was far too small for him And it didn’t fit his todger Now they are proud parents Of a baby they called Rodger! 1st October 2016 Another poem written after being inspired by Ilene Bauer's poem three blind mic

by Silent One |
Categories: analogy, lost love, love hurts,

Gone

she was a caterpillar, i her cocoon she was the music i her dance she was the rose i her thorns she was lost among the stars i showed her the moon i drifted like a tepid breeze but she was lost in the storm she was right i was not wrong she lit the fire i burnt like hell
Simple Musing Silent One 23 October 2018

by Lu Loo |
Categories: emotions, lost love, passion,

Time To Let You Go

Beneath the sunlit sky I see your face, and in that moment you reveal your touch- I feel the way you’ve mastered your embrace, and through the night your passion is as such. Above the twilit moon I need your kiss, I beg of you to keep my secret safe- For when away your fondness I do miss, and as we said we need our tender faith. The way the spark is lit beneath the sheets, reveals the gentle ways you swiftly trace my body like a sketch down to my feet, for in your arms is where I leave my lace. Before the Lord made man you loved me so- But now it’s time for me to let you go. October 21, 2016

by Silent One |
Categories: love, romance,

My Goddess I am your missionary

Tell me how may I show you devotion? No words are left in this dictionary. Which fool said love is just an emotion? My Goddess, I am your missionary. The essence of time is not eternal, but my adoration is evergreen. You are a flower that is nocturnal. Alive in every season - nature's queen. When adversity knocks upon your door, let me soothe your misery and sorrow. Does not matter if we are rich or poor, I will provide a better tomorrow. Come lose yourself in desire and passion. Our romance will invent a new fashion.
Silent One Originally written on 30 October 2015. Re posted 17 November 2020

by Seren Roberts |
Categories: confusion, life,

Within his Heart

He lays there in his own world
Living on memories of the past
life as it is now, is just existing,
memories, are remembered at last

No longer knows who I am
looking at me so scared.
As though I would do him harm
as I gently, help him feed

I know he remembers that I love him
when he forages within his heart’s pages
the word love, carved forever, by his little girl,
Even when he is in his rage, stages.*

Penned 15 October 2016


*the  ravages of Altzheimer's Disease......living in the past....in a life full of stages.



by Paul Callus |
Categories: love hurts,

If Only You Knew

I saw the sadness
in your tear-filled eyes 
and vowed to put a smile
on your dejected face...
to give you wings,
regain the joy of life,
to hear you sing once more.
I set you free to roam 
unfettered, unrestrained – 
but in euphoric flight
you failed to glimpse 
the pointed shards 
embedded deeply
in my bleeding heart. 

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Contest sponsored by Silent One
          Placed 2nd
Posted 23rd October 2020

by JAN ALLISON |
Categories: food, october,

PUMPKIN PIE ETHEREE - OCTOBER CONTEST

Mum’s
Baking
Pumpkin pie.
Light crisp pastry
Silky smooth topping
Adorned with pastry leaves
Topped with swirls of white whipped cream.
I start drooling; it’s so tempting
Our spoons are poised ready to tuck in  
Oh how I adore autumn harvest time!

For love of October Contest
Sponsor – Andrea Dietrich
09~23~15

by Daniel Turner |
Categories: appreciation, forgiveness, love hurts,

An Unpaid Debt

With less tomorrows than I've yesterdays
In looking back I have but one regret
Before that last tomorrow fades away
I wish that I could pay an unpaid debt

Back to a summer day so long ago
How frivolous we were with innocence
Two kids in love and way too young to know
Decisions made in haste have consequence

In tenderness I'd kiss away her tears
I'd tell her I am sorry for her pain
Give back the love I'd carried all those years
Convince her that her gift was not in vain

I'd ask for her forgiveness on my knees
Tears of contrition I would surely weep
Then thank her for life's sweetest memory
And with her blessing peacefully I'd sleep


  October 10 2016


by Paul Callus |
Categories: love, rain, water,

Pluviophile

I am not a rain dog
With my tail between my legs
Dying to run home in haste
Away from showers that gradually increase 
And then come pounding heavily down 
Like sheets of splintered pearly glass 

I am not a loner
Who leads a wasted life
On doorsteps sharing aching pain
With others who live rough
Deprived of warmth and comfort

I am a lover
I inhale the smell
Enjoy the caressing feel
Of seductive teasing raindrops 

They fall around
With sweetest sound
Passionate the call

It echoes
I hear

water 


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16th October, 2014
Contest: "I do not know"
Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich
Placed: 4th


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 Daniel Turner |
Categories: autumn, nature,

Painting Autumn

October brings us panoramic scenes
Picassoesque impressionistic style
From reds to browns and earth tones in between
When nature paints those landscapes that beguile

The helpful sun provides hot yellow paint
Which bleeds and blends from mountains to the seas
There are no signs that nature shows restraint
As hues are scattered by the autumn breeze

Yet with her madness comes a masterpiece
The reason for spring's jealousy of green
Before her creativity has ceased
Her orange and black spills on Halloween

October means peace, love, and harmony
Get with your friends, enjoy fall's scenery


     By Daniel Turner     October 3 2016

by Line Gauthier |
Categories: death, evil, grief, heartbroken, lost love, wedding, winter,

WINTER WIDOW WORDPLAY



whimsical windswept whiteness 
wedding weekend wanderlust
willowy wonderland waltz
wrongfully weathered woe
wintry wishful whispers
wrestling woodland wintertide

welcome waxen wallflower
weeping wheezy widow
whimpering wholeheartedly
wrangling worthless worries
wanton wretched wrongdoing
wedged within wickedness



Submitted on December 7, 2020 for contest ALLITERATION sponsored by EVE ROPER

AP: Honorable Mention 2020

Originally posted on October 23, 2018

by CayCay Jennings |
Categories: love, nostalgia,

Pictures of You

I love looking at pictures of you. I stroke your hair, touch your check – I even pat your nose and just grin. Such sentimental heart peak No better grin could seek. I love looking at pictures of you. My eyes glow looking into yours - My fingers trace your sweet face. Such tender sweetness flows. No love has stronger glow. On your pictures, I love to dwell For since you were but a morsel I have been your softest sell. I love looking at pictures of you, My baby sister love pastel.
... CayCay October 30, 2016

by Maureen McGreavy |
Categories: butterfly, funny love,

Blushing Butterflies

Butterflies have the quietest wings
Defying the weight of their flutterings
Your red face has shown
What you did not want known
Your fight to keep them from escaping




10.02.2019

Writing Challenge, October - Butterfly -
Sponsor, Dear heart - Wiishkobi Ode

by Lu Loo |
Categories: longing,

Oh, Whispering Willow

Oh, whispering willow…
please lend me your weeping branch,
so that I may always cling to you-
Head on my forgotten pillow,
falling in the starving avalanche,
me, pretending we're not through.

Oh, whispering willow…
please lend your weeping tissue-
My hungry thirst, will you quench?
Me, pretending not to love you.


October 18, 2016

by Connie Marcum Wong |
Categories: autumn, love, october, passion, poetry, romantic love,

Ardor of Autumn

Ardor of Autumn

Wind rolls off the river, chills the bones.
My cheeks are rosy from Chicago's cold.
Now wrapped in warmth inside with tea and scones,
October has my body feeling old.
Yet, I love the views autumn colors bring
The rain that falls upon my window pane,
How nature's timing changes everything,
How death of cold rejuvenates again.
The beauty of this season inspires
Poetry to flow from my hand to pen,
As romantic thoughts of my desires,
Memories of our tender love back when

Our souls first encountered a love so deep,
As I recall those times they make me weep.

10-4-19

~Third Place~
Autumn sonnet Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: John Hamilton




by Susan Ashley |
Categories: emotions, longing, love, memory, missing you, passion, romantic,

In A Nude Mood Of Bittersweet Interlude


Romanticism descends an unbridled staircase bittersweet; stripped bare and unleashed passion in supple nudity sashays down my spine a ginned up shimmy and sway yearn tingling every naked nerve with a sudden surge of electric longing and unmasked pulses of pang and pleasure Susan Ashley October 11, 2019 *romanticism: romantic spirit or tendency*

by Vijay Pandit |
Categories: feelings, imagery, love,

Phantasmagoria


As amber eve paints ochre skies
Her lips I kissed, turn ruby rose
And dreams of heart my passion vies
As amber eve paints ochre skies
When romance gleams in lovers’ eyes
It’s me she picks the moon well knows
As amber eve paints ochre skies
Her lips I kissed, turn ruby rose

October 29, 2020
Placed 1st: Pick-A-Title, Vol 24- Triolet - Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Title chosen: Phantasmagoria
Eight syllables per line (howmanysyllables.com)

by Susan Ashley |
Categories: emotions, grief, heartbroken, lost love, memory, metaphor, solitude,

Essence Of Cinnamon Incense



Cinnamon memories catch my soul in snares

    as I trace in anguish the curve of your lips

      in a photo stained sepia with my tears;

a thousand words... spoken through my fingertips.



Susan Ashley 
October 14, 2020


~ Second Place ~
Excerpt from: Lost In My Lost Cinnamon Dreams; May 9, 2019
Premiere Contest: Rithimus Divisa 10
Sponsor: Gregory R Barden

by Line Gauthier |
Categories: family, history, pride, rose, tribute, women,

GENEALOGY ROSE


Great grandmother Rosa Grandmother Maryrose And Mother Roseann Daughter April Rose Granddaughter Kayla Rose Granddaughter Ella Rose Love all my Roses // ¦¦ \\ // ¦¦ \\ // ¦¦ \\ // ¦¦ \\ ¦¦ ¦¦ ¦¦ ¦¦
AP: 3rd place 2021 Posted on October 13, 2019

by Line Gauthier |
Categories: death, devotion, life, marriage, time, true love,

MARIA



It broke her heart
when Franco died
he’d been her soul mate
wed over fifty years
he’d been her life

For her Franco
she had a ritual
lit a candle every night
so he would know
how much she missed him

Today would be a special day
she felt it when she closed her eyes
wouldn’t be lighting any candle
she took her one last breath
set down the path to join her Franco



AP: Honorable Mention 2021, 2nd place 2021

Posted on October 20, 2019

by Constance La France |
Categories: dream, lost love,

Love Abyss

In the night I saw light, it was you and we flew; over the trees on the breeze, till the 'morn was new borne; and I kissed love abyss. __________________________ October 14, 2019 Poetry/Leonine/Love Abyss Copyright Protected, ID 19-1188-486-02 All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym. Submitted to the FFI Blog Series 28 - Leonine Brian Strand Podium Place 1