She had eyes that twinkled with hope
And a smile that lit up the world
Brighter than the sun itself
She possessed a face young and unlined
So trusting and naiive.
She was the avatar for all the innocence left in this cruel world.
She had grace that the dancers would die for
And beauty unmatched by any other
And no laughter could take a breath away
Like the bell-pitched voice of November.
Her hair was soft to the touch,
Longer and blacker and more beautious than any other
Her skin was white as snow, lips as red as blood
But she was no Snow White
Because she was November.
I miss the way
That beauty laughed and played
As she danced, carefree
Through the meadow
Of her dreams.
But there are no more Novembers
For November
Although she was pure and free of sin
Too good for this world you were, November
That's why the Lord took you back again
And yet now
Though you are there in your rightful place
Alongside the purity, beauty and grace
Though you smile down on us all
Each November
Without November
Brings more sadness and pain
Because there are no more Novembers
For November.
And a November
Without November
Becomes increasingly not worth living
Wait for me, November
I will join you soon
All it takes
Is a single shot
A couple cuts
The whole bottle of pills
A high-up cliff.
My existence without November shall be over and I reborn.
And then forever
I'll watch November
Dance across the meadows
Of her dreams.
And there will be no more Novembers
Without November.
Author notes
N.III
A contest entry
- although the heart has gone, I'm doing the best to ressurect it. [Options--lots] by xxRainbowDawnxx.
1100 points, ended June 4, 2009, 19 entries
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Why is November such a frequent topic in poetry?? Never really got it.
Kinda sounds like the person narrating the poem killed November. Evil bastard *wags finger at narrator*.
But still pretty nice sounding. By the way, this backround looks like it was carved out of wood. Might need to use it sometime.
-Psycho
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aw this is so beautiful but very sad. Shame november had to leave. I love the way november is a presso in this piece it's very beateous.
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Thank you!
I seem to write a lot of creepy, depressing stuff.
And if you do check out my other stuff, well... YOU GETZ A BIG HUG. And a thank you. ~huggles~ -
This one is interesting.
For me personally it has a certain draw and I think cause I was born in November actually and yes i think it very good. A person can take alot from this and if you click off and go back here again you could read it an you could take it another way. That I do like and thanks for writing this, will certainly read more poems to see what else you have in that little chest of poems. Thanks that was very good read.
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Strange and mysterious, dark and deadly. I like the way the story unfolds and the reunion plan is creepy.
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