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Poems About: AUGUST

In this page, poems on / about “august” are listed.

  • 109.
    Freely Bound

    Teach me to escape
    your unforced captivity
    and I'll sing your name. read more »

    Diana van den Berg
  • 110.

    Three different hearts, in the beginning.
    Two hearts, merging into
    One, newborn. read more »

    Crystal Piatt
  • 111.
    Waiting in the Shadows

    Searching the eastern horizon
    for finger-printed, summer words
    washing canvasses
    in water-colour light read more »

    Diana van den Berg
  • 112.
    Not an Urban Myth

    Art for Heart’s sake,
    make jam, urban miss,
    in the passion of flames. read more »

    Diana van den Berg
  • 113.
    Hide-Away Words

    no one
    know one
    no won read more »

    Diana van den Berg
  • 114.
    In The August of `17 {A Memorial Day Tribute}|

    In The August of `17 {A Memorial Day Tribute}|

    Then, of course.......there were th' rich, dark bloodstains read more »

    Frank James Ryan Jr...FjR
  • 115.
    August 05

    M) The month of August
    In the summer of 2005
    In June I turned 18
    My best friend moved back in state read more »

    Isaac Helms
  • 116.
    A Will to Unit Venus and Mars

    I have decided to make my will and leave everything that I have to myself.
    Mars is scheduled to come on August 27, to stay within 34.65 miles of earth,
    Then he shall only return in 2287, by then I might be ready to rebirth,
    As for 280 years shall be well enough for two lives thenceforth, read more »

    Florida Angel
  • 117.
    Memories In Yellow

    In August, she hung yellow curtains in the window
    She danced and sang along to the radio
    She flung paint across a canvas and
    Laughed when the walls were splattered read more »

    Frumious Bandersnatch
  • 118.
    The Dog Days Of Summer

    June arrived just yesterday, or so it
    seemed to be. All that's left is one
    more day, then June is history. July
    can hardly wait to get here, it's almost read more »

    Audrey Heller
  • 119.
    AUGUST THE 7th

    In our cacoon
    Of solitude
    And a promising future
    Came a BEAST read more »

  • 120.
    Awe gust

    The wind whirls
    And stirs the dust
    Leaving the grass with nothing to anchor read more »

    Matete Motsoaledi
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