Top 100 Poems About: AUGUST

In this page, poems on / about “august” are listed.
  • 1.
    Sweet Nicole (A sweet but faithless lady)

    It was August I remember
    I remember when I met her
    She was perfect I remember
    in her body, mind and soul read more »

    Sean Joyce
  • 2.
    August is the dying month

    August is the dying month
    When hot July struggles to keep her hold
    Moving toward a hopeless chilled September
    Pretending to be summer read more »

    Wanda Swim Strunk
  • 3.
    All Across The Nation

    All Across The Nation,
    Is Hunger And Starvation.

    All Across The Nation, read more »

    James Lee Watts
  • 4.
    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
  • 5.
    Guru's Amrit

    May Thee open Thy august mouth of wisdom
    To make me drink the Amrit of knowledge:
    My Sat Guru, take me out of
    Darkness into light! read more »

    Swami Parmanand
  • 6.
    to our son with love

    on august 26th in the year ninteen fifty three
    god and my wife gave a son to me read more »

    hewitt hardy
  • 7.

    She dreams of August in the singing morning..
    When all the little things come out to play,
    When every spider's web is sticky, lacy,
    And every kid will have the pinkest day. read more »

    Donna Earle
  • 8.
    Hazy Moonlight Haiku

    hazy moonlight
    through the bare branches
    'Goldberg Variations' read more »

    Chenou Liu
  • 9.

    August brings so many things to mind
    Like county fairs with fun foods and rides easy to find. read more »

    Gregory Huyette
  • 10.
    My little august bloom

    My little august bloom
    I will always love you
    Even when I am feeling blue read more »

    Nick Kler
  • 11.

    August is the best month of the year
    we reflect on what's happened since we last stood here
    salt in our hair and our feet in the sand
    I wouldn't expect anyone else to understand read more »

    Jade Leven
  • 12.
    An August morning

    The golden rays
    of a humid August sun
    peeks through my opened window
    and radiate across read more »

    Nicole GravellPellerino
  • 13.
    Goodbye, My Brother

    Goodbye, My Brother
    By Renelle

    On the Eighteen of August, A day I’ll never forget read more »

    Renelle Gallant
  • 14.
    August Rain

    The heavens open
    And the rain errupts
    The sky has spoken
    There's no way to interrupt read more »

    Francisca Darko
  • 15.
    Nature's Sellout

    Nature's Sellout
    By Lori Triggs
    Copyrighted August 26,2009 read more »

    Lori Triggs
  • 16.
    Unsaon Pagkaon sa Impyerno?

    24 August 2008

    Sukara ang kahadlok sa init nga kaha read more »

    Cindy Velasquez
  • 17.
    I Remember August

    I remember August:
    that breathy space before fall;
    the long slow arc of the sun
    touching the northern horizon. read more »

    Pam Olson
  • 18.
    The Blame Beyond Reason

    beyond reason the damage
    done to the southern white
    sensed as the nervous sky
    keeps breathing in and out read more »

    Elna Nel
  • 19.
    My Little Flower

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    Donald Robbins Sr
  • 20.
    Bars Fight

    August, twas the twenty-fifth,
    Seventeen houndred forty-six,
    The Indians did in ambush lay, read more »

    Lucy Terry Prince
  • 21.
    Poem 078: August…Alas!

    O month of cheer
    August of company
    August, my dear
    Where is our sweet assembly? read more »

    Samer Madbak
  • 22.

    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
  • 23.
    Elegy For My Father

    HLF, August 8,1918—August 22,1997

    “Bequeath us to no earthly shore until
    Is answered in the vortex of our grave read more »

    Annie Finch
  • 24.

    (August 23,1943- July 18,2011)

    You were the smile of my day, read more »

    Kayla Jones
  • 25.

    Dreaming a Dream
    August 27,2004
    4: 13am read more »

    Albert Arsenio Sison
  • 26.
    Echoes of Summer

    Echoes of summer fill the air
    where barefoot children danced and played
    grassy meadows now lie bare
    in a seasonal passing parade read more »

    Astral Shepherd
  • 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.
    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
  • 29.
    LOVE IS...

    Oneself and Others,
    As they are,
    For their needs. read more »

    Marco Polo
  • 30.
    Haiku: August

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    Monty Gilmer
  • 31.
    Devil Moon

    Blame it on the August Moon
    that waxed and waned way too soon.
    from fall's eve until December
    she burned like an ember. read more »

    David Cooper
  • 32.
    Only Sad Memories

    Do you know why it’s so hard to let go?
    Because it’s impossible to forget your memories
    But if you think that’s hard to have happy memories
    Imagine having only sad ones to hold on to read more »

    Olivia Lambert
  • 33.
    Dedicated to Every Smug Vegan I Have Ever Known, and NOT Dedicated to Any Live-and-Let-Live Vegan I might Know Now

    Every August,
    staunch young armies of dynamic corn,
    beautiful to weigh in the hand,
    suffer massacres. read more »

    Maxene KuppermanGuinals
  • 34.
    August Mornings

    On a fine August morning
    As I stand before the clearing
    I would see the dappled clouds in the east
    Turning orange-red. read more »

    Krishna Sharma
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