#september poems on Hello Poetry

Esther Nov 2018

dear nobody,
is it raining where you are?
miles north, where my heart once belonged
does your heart ache like mine?
could you possibly feel the pain in the atmosphere
when you reach out to feel the droplets?

was i just another raindrop to you
trying hard to capture my essence
in the palm of your hands
only for me to slip through your fingers
i felt invisible

i guess the flowers are blooming there again
eternal sunshine
it's the season of love after all
but why is it that the September rain
didn't wash away the pain you left in me?
jacarandas painted the world a shade of lilac
i wish feelings fade as quickly as the seasons change

you've got your good girls now
i hope you're happy
you probably don't think about me anymore
or do you?
was i ever in your dreams?
i don't know
the distance between us buried our love
six feet under

those lonely nights
the five-hour phone conversations
they were lifeline to me
how i wished you were right there beside me
how i wanted to hold your body close
but i feel nothing now
not even the ghost of you

o how ironic it is
that the last words i heard from you were
"i love you."

and how tragic it is
that you never heard me
say those 3 words back

smile, love
it will rain again
another pretty soul's going to captivate you
smile, love
i was never yours
and you were never mine.

I'll be your lady in another life, C.

@7:15am
26/09/18

#long #distance #relationship #september #rain #love #loss #sad #letter #friendship

Jillian Jesser Oct 2018

soft, a morning in october

I needed the sound of the music
and the breeze that hit the trees I touched
and the grass
and the dancing
and the soul I don't believe in
to open up
and let tomorrow in
even when today is a century
even when yesterday
creaks open and grabs me
holds me locked tight

every song on the radio
some chance
some synchronicity
some ecstasy

I open my eyes underwater
I am safe and supported
I give a deep sigh of relief
for the thousand loves I have lost in my dreams
for the death that sees me in my reflection at the bottom of a glass

Weary, wanting women
I have been one
Soft
I have been that, too.

And when a violet sunset comes through the trees tonight,
I am still so very soft.

A practice run for a well known poet n.w.

#october #fall #autumn #winter #september #soft #dance #love #friendship #friends

AD Letwixt Oct 2018

Autumn's Song

Something stirs in thicket dark
where tangled reaching limbs of trees are stark
against sinking sunlight bleeding red
and hasten thee quickly off to bed.

There lays a dove with eyes that weep
and voice that sings it's mourning air
of loves and sunlight fading fair
of winter's coming cold in evening fright
and all once green turned deathly white:

"Oh these passing days of little sleep
of autumn's chills from my resting keep
unceasing tension building still
between firey limbs and the snowy hill
and my heart with ice shall surely fill."

#autumn #winter #seasons #october #september #november #december #mourning #dove #snow

Praggya Joshi Oct 2018

September

September winds
Have turned lukewarm
Yet a pale sun
Still manages to evince
A crimson warmth
Somehow
September nights
Although kissed by
The cracked lips
Of a cloudy mist
Still manages to
wipe itself
With the distant glow
Of a few scattered
sidereal bodies above
The colors of
spring and summer
Have doubtlessly faded
Into a dark oblivion
And the residual beauty
Of autumn
Is marked by long sunsets
Bleeding into the horizon
Yet the pearly dews
Speckled upon
Radiant sunlit petals
Hasn't turned
Into lumps of frost
Even though the
Frigid breaths of winter
Touches their bare skin
As I open my sleepy eyes
Which makes me
Smile and simply believe
That if not all
Mostly everything
will be
Allright
Somehow

#september #autumn #hope #happiness #life #heart

y'ay'a Sep 2018

autumn's second sunday

i did not live comfortably
i did not live happily
i barely lived well
i barely lived at all
i have spent these years as a shell of myself in a shell-shaped home shell-shocked "tick" "tock" that's the clock i'm
out of time
and i should be worried
i should be frantic
but i've waited for this for so long and now i can finally say that something i want is mine
i'm not sorry
let me go without regrets
let me go without apologies
let me go
let me live

#180930 #september #suicide #depression

nathan Sep 2018

september.

august’s withered days swing from view.⠀⠀
flicker of a breeze caresses earth’s cheek.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
crinkle of a leaf, a wail beneath your feet.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
a wispy veil of dew covers the dried remains of a summer’s past.
treetops glistering, vibrant golden hues⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
first flicker of daybreak rising slowly.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
an infant’s feeble cry of autumn’s might.⠀⠀⠀

although november is my favorite month, september has always held a special place in me, even if it feels like it flies by so fast.

#autumn #fall #leaves #september #simplistic #life

Wynter Sep 2018

The world stopped

The world stopped as you walk by.
You clogged all my senses,
All I can see is you.
In this cold September night
I remember you like a star,
Shining light in my life filled with darkness.

The world stopped with your smile.
Every side of you makes me crazy,
All I can hope for is you.
In this cold September night
I remember you like the Big Bang,
From nothing to my everything.

The world stopped with your eyes.
As they twinkle like the Pleiades,
All I can do is admire from a distance.
In this cold September night
I remember us like the sun and the moon,
Scarcely taking a glimpse of each other.

The world stopped with your words.
It killed me a thousand times,
All I can do is accept everything.
In this cold September night
I remember everything like it was yesterday.
Always, you will always be my light.

#moon #sun #sky #star #september

Demons Sep 2018

“Today is my birthday.”

Today is my birthday
In which I was born 15 years ago.
Happy? I am not.
Do I know why? No.

#birthday #mybirthday #september #libra #15 #depressed #depression

y'ay'a Sep 2018

moonflower

and i close in on myself
in the middle of the night,
make myself small as possible
and cry, and keep crying,

and keep crying.

why can't i stop?
i had all day, i think,
all day, to cry, and keep crying
and keep crying.

but i do so now.
in the middle of the night
when i close in on myself
and open my heart up
to anybody willing to listen.

and i'll keep crying!
until the moon sets
and the sun rises,
and i go through the day
open to myself,
closed off to everyone else

moonflowers open in the evening and stay open until the sun rises

#180923 #september #flowers

y'ay'a Sep 2018

living fossil

humans are living fossils
the breaks and bones in their bodies
revealing a history
otherwise unknown to the world
my body and bones tell a story
that won't otherwise come from my mouth
my entire history
spelled out in the scars on my wrist
the still-red scratches on my thighs
brought to light in the darkness under my eyes
the weariness of my cracked-lipped smile
in my bony fingers and uneven nails
in the cuts that run up and down my legs
i wish this history of mine
were more appealing

"humans are living fossils—collections of mechanisms produced by prior selection pressures" david buss (1995)
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this isn't even poetic i'm just sad and writing everything i feel

#september #180923 #vent