November Love (My First Poem) (Two Versions) Poem by GREENWOLFE 1962
November Love (My First Poem) (Two Versions)
Below, you will see two versions of my very first poem.
Its important to understand that the first version of the poem
is exactly as I wrote it at 6: 15 to 6: 30 PM on November 2nd
1970. I made no changes to it. It is also important to know
that this was, in fact, my first ever attempt to write a poem
of any kind whatsoever. The second version is modified from
the first because I wanted to demonstrate how a few simple
word changes can convert a rather average poem of some
quality into a poem of great quality and structure.
In early November the air is clear
With many sounds of lovers near.
Not as the April birds that sing
Nor as the Sunday church bells ring.
But rather to the rhythm of rain,
The hearts of lovers beat again.
For it's not true love that blooms in spring
Nor is it of love that birds do sing.
Rather of that love soon gone
And never seems to carry on.
That April love that all partake,
But very few ever make.
It's all year long this false love swells
Till in November true love dwells.
In November the air is clear
With many sounds of lovers near.
Not as the April birds that sing
Nor as the Sunday church bells ring.
Rather to the rhythm of rain,
The hearts of lovers beat again.
It's not true love that blooms in spring.
Nor is it love, that birds will sing.
But rather of that love soon gone
Which never seems to carry on.
That April love that all partake
And very few will ever make.
It's all year long this false love swells
Till in November, true love dwells.
I have removed the voting option on this poem
and placed it in my Hall Of Fame, due to its
history described above and its usefulness as
an example to the readers.
hi i love the november love poems not only does it speak truth but novembers one of my fav month andits my birth month
A very good start to your interest in poetry Greenwolfe, you obviously had the talent already, and all you needed was to put your pen to paper. Congratulations on this one, could be no better. Terrific. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX
Im still an amature so i kinda prefer the first version of it but still 10!
Let the time say, Green is a real poetic talent. Poetry has no frontier.It is beyond this planet.It is beyond galaxy and cosmos.Poets must live in future.
A full bodied, beautiful poem! Brilliantly expressed and so well embroided poetically. Lovely; D
such words from someone that has never written before means the person is a natural poet. which you, my dear, are. your words always expressed so elegantly.
obviously you are a born poet sir...born to be great...1970's piece.? great....a collector's item...while reading this, .i feel i exist already during that time or I'm in a time machine.......admire for keeping your composition til this time...a poet by mind and heart to keep its compositions til the end of time.......as the poet should be? ...thanks sir for sharing this to us...November love (its November) .....
this is what makes you a great poet sir.......there is nothing more to say...! !
There are two things that make a great poet: how the poet inspires the reader and in admiration if I could say 'I wish had written that poem'.Wonderful**********************~>
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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11/10/2025 5:48:05 PM # 1.0.0
This poem is a fine example of why it is great to keep our written works. Just as we are always changing and growing, those experiences translate in our poetry. Great write then and now!