Poems About: AUGUST

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

  • 25.
    Newark Abbey

    August, 1842
    with a remembrance of August, 1807 read more »

    Thomas Love Peacock
  • 26.
    august night

    August Night


    Black, starless late August sky, a sliver of moon, read more »

    oskar hansen
  • 27.
    When Love Is Over

    Song of Khan Zada

    Only in August my heart was aflame,
    Catching the scent of your Wind-stirred hair, read more »

    Laurence Hope
  • 28.
    Our birthdays were close together

    read more »

    Susie Sunshine
  • 29.
    Long Ago

    I’d like to speak of this memory…
    but it’s so faded now…as though nothing is left—
    because it was so long ago, in my early adolescent years. read more »

    Constantine P. Cavafy
  • 30.
    August Moon

    August moon echos of kattiedids and
    the aroma of the lake that summer not
    any special aroma, but somehow that
    will always be in my heart along with read more »

    Bonnie Collins
  • 31.
    Another Season Falls 1902

    Another summer evening's golden link:
    Neglecting Time's progression, peaceful, man
    Offers appreciation. Solstice brink
    Towards September readies harvest van. read more »

    Jonathan ROBIN
  • 32.
    Haikus 2008 (Sunset, Darkness enters, the mirror)

    Letting me in
    Her bracelet
    Jangling read more »

    Liberatore Suffoletta
  • 33.
    corn

    first the seed

    ...in March the muffle cover of snow disappears
    and good Illinois soil emits read more »

    Jimi Doyle
  • 34.
    Turning on the Heat

    It seems kind of odd to me
    When you have to start
    Turning on the heat in August
    In the middle of the summer read more »

    Jerry Abrahamson
  • 35.
    Alone on Vacation

    Hot restless August days
    Can’t seem to quench my thirst
    Dry summer August nights
    Can’t seem to get you off my mind read more »

    Kay Barcelon
  • 36.
    August Sun

    The birth of August is upon us, as the fair haired sun rises in the sky
    With songs of the cicada unwinding, the sand hill Cranes sail by
    The heat is hoovering all around us, we feel heavy in it's grip
    To break free from it's bonds, from it's clutches we must rip read more »

    Rhonda Baker
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