Poems About: JUNE

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

  • 229.
    Genius Among Fools

    I’m real cool,
    I left school,
    I lurk late,
    I strike straight, read more »

    Mitwaly Osman
  • 230.
    Summer Storm*

    it came stamping down the street
    one heaving June (so thick my
    tongue could slice the air) read more »

    Donna Ialongo
  • 231.
    Walking in the Early Afternoon

    When walking in the early afternoon
    I think of you and wish you here with me;
    The woods are such a lovely place in June,
    You would enjoy it, this I guarantee. read more »

    Gail Grierson
  • 232.
    Early Works - Men With Wings

    For years untold men have looked to the sky,
    have tried to build wings on which to fly,
    like Icraus who with his wings of wax
    soared in the sky like a bird, read more »

    David Harris
  • 233.
    Simon

    A dream that never let me go,
    Almost a decade, every June,
    You were in my dreams,
    Smiling, playing but you never talk. read more »

    Phant0m sep
  • 234.
    Plats du Chef Journal (1)

    Yonge Street Who Could Count Long How

    to Mr. Yonge who lost a piece copied license that i picked up read more »

    hormish woo
  • 235.
    April May June Duly Appear August

    Another day spins round, another moon
    Plies silver gossamer surprise profound.
    Rebounding droplets of spaced spring too soon
    In Lethe's stream eternity resound. read more »

    Jonathan ROBIN
  • 236.
    Resserection

    On June 29,2004;
    I died at 10: 30 am,
    and gotten reborn,
    in a way of speaking. read more »

    La Tonya Davis
  • 237.
    LOST HEART.12.7.10

    To be exiled far from what one may call home
    Is melancholy sometimes, June-Paulette.
    Travelling litters the planet with pieces of one's self,
    But where exactly did I leave my heart? read more »

    Roy William Gotaas
  • 238.
    That June

    On that June night, the one I can’t seem to forget.
    Looking deeply into your deep brown eye.
    I saw without a doubt that we were legit.
    You pulled me close, I breathed a sigh. read more »

    Jasmine Thompson
  • 239.
    summer precipitation

    Summer Precipitation


    The cup of old sadness is full; there is little I want to read more »

    oskar hansen
  • 240.
    Three At The Door

    Door bell chimes its discordant tune
    ringing in still light, in month of June,
    doors open wide, with sight alive
    to coloured visions in my mind. read more »

    David Taylor
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