Poems About: JULY

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

  • 301.
    no exit

    Fighting in Afghanistan,
    the US vivisects it
    without a clear, decisive plan
    for any form of exit. read more »

    gershon hepner
  • 302.
    Grey Skies In July

    We are now well in to the month of July,
    But above my head, there's a leaden sky.
    For days on end, it has constantly rained,
    And I must say that it's a right old pain. read more »

    Angela Wybrow
  • 303.
    Good Ol' Days

    Down a road at a country church,
    I could hear the preacher tellin' us 'bout the good ol' days,
    Where the country choirs and good time revivals,
    Meant everything to people in town, read more »

    Margaret Shaw
  • 304.
    Our Moon

    July 1989
    Alone I watched the Full Moon rise tonight.
    The same Moon rose over you just hours ago.
    Did you also watch it rise? Did clouds obscure the view? read more »

    Mary Havran
  • 305.
    Happy Fourth of July America!

    Wanna' know how many lil' kids
    Go to bed hungry in the U.SA
    Each night? read more »

    David Whalen
  • 306.
    What I remember about you

    I remember a wonderful day
    It was the day I met you for the first time
    I don't remember what made that day so wonderful
    Maybe it was the the way you could always have fun and you were always smiling read more »

    Amber Lyn Charneski
  • 307.
    (676) What Children Worry About

    Mommy

    Mommy, mommy
    what’s going on in the world today? read more »

    Melvina Germain
  • 308.
    Four Schoolboys And A Dog

    The countryside around wore Summer colours
    The haycocks in mown meadows standing white
    And the pasture fields surrounded by green hedgerows
    Resplendent in the afternoon sunlight. read more »

    Francis Duggan
  • 309.
    July 4th

    During this special time of the year
    The corn is usually knee-high,
    The watermelons are juicy
    As flags wave proudly in the sky! read more »

    Loyd C. Taylor
  • 310.
    The Secret (Roswell 1947)

    On a warm summer day, I glanced at the sky,
    On July 8th,1947, I saw a circle-like object a high,
    Intent to search our world, the unidentified flying object,
    A so-called encounter against humanity, the search project, read more »

    Kurt Kacich
  • 311.
    Everything

    Everything’s looted, betrayed and traded,
    black death’s wing’s overhead.
    Everything’s eaten by hunger, unsated,
    so why does a light shine ahead? read more »

    Anna Akhmatova
  • 312.
    The Hunter

    In the flashes and black shadows
    of July
    the days, locked in each other's arms,
    seem still read more »

    William Carlos Williams
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