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Poems About: JULY

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

  • 337.

    Girls walk slowly
    In the sunshine,
    And an old man
    Is arranging flowers read more »

    Uriah Hamilton
  • 338.
    Mr. Peter & my sister

    This poem goes out to Mr. Peter
    Who is a friend of my sister
    And blow out my cover read more »

    K4me Enahreb
  • 339.
    Is iT LiFe?

    Trying hard to live having small to give
    Is it life?

    Don’t know how far to go read more »

    Konjit Berhane
  • 340.
    A Living Tree

    We see, like crooked fingers on a hand,
    The twigs and branches, bare against the sky,
    A melancholy sight to meet the eye,
    When winter's grip has paralysed the land, read more »

    Simon Whitfield
  • 341.

    Close eyes…dream,
    See me.
    Whispered words…love,
    Hear me. read more »

    Danielle Cutler
  • 342.

    Dreaming is a gift,
    For the impossible
    Can be possible read more »

    Rubiert Hidalgo
  • 343.

    Courtin' on the old porch swing
    Holdin' hands and dreamin'
    On moonlit evenings in July. Futures planned and empires built
    Sittin' on the old porch swing read more »

    Dorothy Miller Birdwell
  • 344.
    Yea, the Roses Are Still on Fire

    Yea, the roses are still on fire
    With the bygone heat of July,
    Though the least little wind drifting by
    Shake a rose-leaf or two from the brier, read more »

    Mathilde Blind
  • 345.
    Click here to listen to Fire Flies

    Fire Flies Twilight falls, the whippoorwill calls,
    From the woodland comes a cooling breeze,
    One that whispers through the tossing trees.
    The fireflies light up the approaching dark, read more »

    Barbara Jones
  • 346.
    In Silence

    i wish i had your heart
    i wish i could see what you see

    amidst your serenity read more »

    Velvet Astraea Dido
  • 347.
    7/7: Before And After

    The dark young man
    with the curls of the Maghreb
    is in an altercation
    with the ghost read more »

    Richard George
  • 348.

    You and I are like raindrops on glass -
    Two separate droplets haltingly moving
    down a window pane following a summer storm. read more »

    Elisa M. Golden
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