November Poems

November poems that are original and profound. Explore a brilliant collection of november poetry that you can’t stop reading. These poems on november are published by poets from all over the world and are sure to keep you High On Poems!

November nights

November nights short poem

When the night train leaves the terminal, It’s body cold as a corpse, It’s lights alive as chickens in The butcher’s cage, I sit bunched up in my Flea market shawl beside the closed windows. I play that game of

The Long March – November 2013 New People

The Long March   November 2013 New People ode

This is an ode to the press. I write a lot of these leading up to publications I care about. This one was unique, I sketched on some boxes, used some spray paint and some sharpies. In the space above

Sterling November

Sterling November short poem

Sterling November and I can feel the winds of change Now in the shadow of the moons’ bright light Well we may not have it all together but together we Have it all, somehow that gives me hope Wagon half

November Third, Seattle

November Third, Seattle short poem

The sun won’t appear today Rising elsewhere it kindles flowers In foreign fields; even inspires A crop of melanoma among The fieldhands. But not here. The grey view south is dotted With electric pinpoints and a single Tall cross dim

November 22, 1963

November 22, 1963 short poem

My mother had just put me down for a nap And was folding clean diapers on her lap When Cronkite broke in on her show And announced for everyone to know That JFK had been shot in Dallas He didn’t

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Poems containing references to : November

The Simple Life,the Easy Life

The Simple Life,the Easy Life prose poem

Wake up in the morning with no stress,feeling love in excess even forgot my address forget all the bad of men with no regrets turn around on my bed touch my woman and compliment her nightdress touching her hips and

The Girl in Red Sari…

The Girl in Red Sari... long poem

Heavens descended Agni, Varuna, Indra & Yama¹ lined up To witness a Swayamvar² Of a heart with a soul, A reunion on earth & a Meghdutam³ With a cloud as pen The universe as canvas Was asked to describe The

POW Camp 161

POW Camp 161 long poem

It was where I learned to read, and write, and count; I counted the days. It was where I realised carrying a cello was harder than playing it. It was where I engraved my name on the playground wall, beneath

I am divided into halves

I am divided into halves short poem

I am divided into halves that I did not choose. I head out the door at 8.45 pm, heart beating faster than necessary. I have just lost a screaming match. “Decent girls get home at this time.” “You are the

Don’t Be Afraid Of Daddy

Dont Be Afraid Of Daddy short poem

Midnight, A cold night in November. Mama braiding my hair with her hands so tender. Hearing moans of fright in the air, she said, That’s just your daddy and he’s having nightmares again. Mama why you puttin’ up all them

Forgotten Chairs Along Lake Arthur

Forgotten Chairs Along Lake Arthur long poem

I see them each day on my way to global politics 201 years worn, moss filled with cracks along the armrests I can remember one day seeing, two lovers in those chairs surely their intent, to facilitate the couples conversation

Smokers’ Lips And The Smoky Lip Locks!

Smokers Lips And The Smoky Lip Locks! long poem

Heart beats say knock knock Feeling the sentimental shocks Listening to the bells of love clocks Silently progressing those tic toks Those lips and their locks Smokers’ lips and the romantic lip locks! Belladonnas are dancing with blazing frocks Birds

Years Long Past

Years Long Past prose poem

I walk past the old football field, empty, no gladiators, no cheering crowds. PUSH THEM BACK, PUSH THEM BACK, PUSH THEM WAY BACK! Just echoes of the games once played. Just memories of those standing, watching the turmoil on the

Sincerity

Sincerity short poem

I will miss you I will miss the way I walked past your kitchen window I will miss all those walks to the station All those sounds in early evenings of railway I will miss that little food store we

Dirty Pretty Words

Dirty Pretty Words prose poem

Incandescent lights stream across the stark blackened night breathing in the intoxicating smoke swirling around you; Deep cynical voices cackling manically rumbling through the dank dark corridors, phosphorescent lace velvet floating in the calm cool air; Tantalizing deep dank thoughts

Death

Death long poem

in this December and January of my 70th year death has had me at its beck and call in a way it never has before daily I feel it and know it every day I know you know we all

Can’t Stop It Flowing

Cant Stop It Flowing short poem

The sound of guns may scare the birds on the trees, but rob not their songs. Autumn withers the leaves, but the flowers forget not spring— the time they should throng. Soldiers are killed here by the strangers of the

Mother Nature

Mother Nature long poem

I wake up in the morning and your face is the first thing I see, I take a deep breath and I laugh out, ha!ha!, remembering the outdoors and the sea, Oh dear ma!ma! You are so dear to me

My Children Of Sorrow

My Children Of Sorrow short poem

It was there all the time the core fear, my inadequacy. Tonight I will let go of the fire and become a non-moving time. When you come home for the arousal, under the lids, you will find giant tears frozen

Dreaming For All To See

Dreaming For All To See short poem

You say that I’m a dreamer and so I may well be but the dreams I have aren’t just for me, they’re for you and all to see. The dream is of love, of life free from harm, a dream

Shared Heaven

Shared Heaven short poem

For the dream slaves the incense has become a moon for the alchemic effect of tear’s stain in erotic war. Ask a mooner, will he bring her to bed for a song to measure the cantus between flight of strings

The Abcs Of Food

The Abcs Of Food short poem

A is an apple, shot off of your head B is for beets, they’ll turn your pee red Cantaloupe with ya, I’m too young to marry D is a date, with Tom, Dick or Harry Eggs if they’re large can

Hopeful Eyes

Hopeful Eyes short poem

What sad weary eyes we have that see, in all the world, such poverty and pointless pain. Would not the sunlight bathe upon it if we simply look again? For the eye of the beholder may choose the depth of

A Day For A Lifetime

A Day For A Lifetime ballad

Driving my car across the country, numerous years ago, going to a new place, Changing who I’d know A loud bang broke the boredom and blue smoke filled the air, engine was A ’knocking, a sound beyond compare I rolled

Penance

Penance short poem

The nip in the air, the shying sun Was not long ago when it was fun Winter in Delhi with its November sun Making hearts flutter for almost everyone Misty evenings made mysterious still With heady fragrance of the saptparni

One Last Shot

One Last Shot long poem

The stains upon the bar tell of many sad tales of love, loss and tragic lives; and drink to drown out the wails. Another washed out soul seeks the solace of the glass, to wash away the memory of another

Shauryan – My Dear Nephew

Shauryan   My Dear Nephew short poem

Among all there is a wholesome son. His name, we feel pride in, Shauryan. On 20 November was the jewel born. So precious that all want him as a pawn But parents not ready to give for scone. Without looking

Silken Shadow

Silken Shadow short poem

Twined in time and silken shadow Bathed in light and blinded there Lost in rhyme on greenest meadow Confusion, sadness, a cross to bear Can time make end this never-ending? Can future lost e’er be replaced? Can past distort the

The Empty Room

The Empty Room short poem

I stood silently watching the room it was my last time there. My eyes in sadness mirrored the gloom that was too hard to bear. With heavy heart I swallowed my tears while I was held and kissed. I knew

Haiku Of Sound

Haiku Of Sound short poem

cool January soft sound of chattering teeth night of painful rest faint tunes of dew drops hazy February morn sun and transport wait first song of cuckoo melting snow of mountain tops a cool transition bees drone busily spring festival

I Want To Stay

I Want To Stay short poem

Like the little droplets humming down the shore, and the yellow sparkles moving free to the core, dismayed to unbind the lore since ages, I want to stay amidst the phases. Shrinking and shivering beneath your arms, prime the relevance;

The Nurturing Knife

The Nurturing Knife short poem

After my final curtain call when the stage lights dim, what will life hold to see, at the end of my show when the ink has dried, what will become of me? Clutching crumbling pen between trembling fingers of a

Winterlude

Winterlude short poem

Winterlude From November to March winter-green and winter-grey for all the things you never say, winter-silver and winter-gold for all the secrets left untold, winter-snow and winter-frost counting all the thing we’ve lost, winter-love and winter-pain washed away in freezing

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Being A Girl.

Being A Girl. short poem

what is her fault? just ”being a girl”. Took her to the worst, left nothing to curse. No sense nor an idea, why and what is going on her. Calling out mom, wished hearts would really connected. considered her an

Holy Ghost

Holy Ghost long poem

The kitchen staff left a slice of cake out. all the while, stacking chairs on tables, scraping the grill, through the ravenous inhale of the vacuum cleaner, it sits like an unscaled peak framed in the lights of the pass-through.

Wounded Pride

Wounded Pride short poem

Generation grips, I am the street in dysphoria. You run, shout, the arc bleeds, you become your enemy that kills the alphabets A statue was hung upside down to eject the violence from plastic lips. Blood stained sidewalk throws a

HICCUPS

HICCUPS short poem

Hic, Hic-Hic, Hic-Hic-Hic…! The night Lay in the Veil of darkness Letting out A series Of hiccups One after another While The Sun Shone brightly Lighting the world Down under! Was the night Getting wary Of doing long hours Of

Aroma of coffee.

Aroma of coffee. short poem

On a rainy morning, An aroma of coffee, Is a toast of love, A blended moment, Of the heart and soul. In sorrow or joy, Not dwelling in, Words of war, Enjoying life’s fragrance, With a bouquet of flowers. Sharing

Losing Again

Losing Again short poem

If erupts again – the eternal hate of caucuses. A pipe bomb detonates in a gulley. Death glides as a superman like a mutiny in the bowl. Night stumbles against the kissing moon on the shore of waning hope. I

Distant Voice

Distant Voice short poem

Today I will shed my body and meet you halfway at watery address. My eyes were not blinking to hold the clouds. To live or not to live was a great pain. Two small hands and two bubbling eyes glued

Sad Woman In Me!

Sad Woman In Me! long poem

People crying in the east and west Few for the dreams built to be the best Few for the food or attack of pest Few for the losses with wounded chest Few over their davestated nest Pity for few and

Welcome White Dove

Welcome White Dove short poem

Welcome, welcome White dove The hatred wall That estranged cousins Have begun to fall When love Incarnated in white dove Started to fly high Over Ethiopian- Eritrean sky. Welcome, welcome White dove You are an antidote Border dispute to solve.

Beautiful Her…

Beautiful Her... long poem

Her alarm goes off beside her, A rough start to a rough day, She pulls on the first clothes she sees, And continues on her way. The women on her sidewalk, Seem to have life all worked out, They don’t

You Is You, What All I See!

You Is You, What All I See! ballad

Whenever I sit beside you, I can’t stop losing myself, I am all numb seeing you in front. But when I leave you for home I feel drugged in your absence. you know what then? You is you, what all