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Poems About: AUGUST

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

  • 133.
    Death by Prescriptions

    Prescriptions…. To ease the pain
    By: Rhonda Moody August 12,2009
    In Memory of Kim Hale Hudspeth RIP September 7,1960-August 9,2009 read more »

    Rhonda Moody
  • 134.
    Am I Still The Man?

    You said you love me
    You told me am an august
    And why christmas in august.
    Put me in deep damof darkness, read more »

    Ejalonibu Abraham
  • 135.
    secret life of bees

    my memories call to me, the sight of my mother plays in my head.

    T-ray doesn't speak of her read more »

    Tatiana Enriquez
  • 136.
    My Kool-Aid Made

    Some prefer ice tea.
    A Pepsi or their Coke.
    Or maybe just Spring water,
    To minimize their thirsts. read more »

    Lawrence S. Pertillar
  • 137.
    Norma-Jean

    Oh my gosh its August again!
    And for all that are and were?
    I think of one,
    Orphan Angel, read more »

    Ellen Ni Bheachain
  • 138.
    A Slam Poem

    I go back to 9 months before August 1996
    my birthdays in 9 months,
    birth date
    day to celebrate read more »

    Veronica Lewis
  • 139.
    Digging Deeper

    I. The Secret Garden
    fooled the squash bugs read more »

    Phillip Carroll Morgan
  • 140.
    PARIS

    Just written medio August 201, for Poetfreak.

    Recently last July I was invited by a good friend to come to Paris.
    When still living in the tropics I loved to study Beaux Arts in Paris, but....since I was the only girl (be noted: my big bro was the only boy....LOL...) , my mom forbade me, I may not study in Heidelberg either! Since then Paris had become its home in my head, i really enjoyed my very first visit to Paris, i was really very excited...and last July I was back again in Paris, this time I was invited....all previous times I invited myself... read more »

    Sylvia Frances Chan
  • 141.
    In August

    When August days are hot an' dry,
    When burning copper is the sky,
    I 'd rather fish than feast or fly
    In airy realms serene and high. read more »

    Paul Laurence Dunbar
  • 142.
    My Little Flower

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    Donald Robbins Sr
  • 143.
    Far Off

    I should like to relate this memory ...
    but it is so faded now ... scarecely anthing is left --
    because it lies far off, in the years of my early manhood. read more »

    Constantine P. Cavafy
  • 144.
    Hannie's 70th Birthday

    His spirit hovered overhead,
    He cast his eyes below,
    On the Sunborn Yacht Hotel,
    Where Family and Friends today did go. read more »

    Jonathan Goldman a.k.a JGthepoet
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