June Poems

We real cool. We
Left school. We
Lurk late. We
Strike straight. We
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O my Luve's like a red, red rose
That's newly sprung in June;
O my Luve's like the melodie
That's sweetly play'd in tune.
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I do not think of you lying in the wet clay
Of a Monaghan graveyard; I see
You walking down a lane among the poplars
On your way to the station, or happily
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Yes, I remember Adlestrop --
The name, because one afternoon
Of heat the express-train drew up there
Unwontedly. It was late June.
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My window-pane is starred with frost,
The world is bitter cold to-night,
The moon is cruel, and the wind
Is like a two-edged sword to smite.
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I.

No one's serious at seventeen.
--On beautiful nights when beer and lemonade
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At midnight, in the month of June,
I stand beneath the mystic moon.
An opiate vapor, dewy, dim,
Exhales from out her golden rim,
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What's the best thing in the world?
June-rose, by May-dew impearled;
Sweet south-wind, that means no rain;
Truth, not cruel to a friend;
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O suns and skies and clouds of June,
And flowers of June together,
Ye cannot rival for one hour
October's bright blue weather;
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When June comes dancing o'er the death of May,
With scarlet roses tinting her green breast,
And mating thrushes ushering in her day,
And Earth on tiptoe for her golden guest,
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Tell you what I like the best --
'Long about knee-deep in June,
'Bout the time strawberries melts
On the vine, -- some afternoon
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whatever slid into my mother's room that
late june night, tapping her great belly,
summoned me out roundheaded and unsmiling.
is this the moon, my father used to grin.
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'Am I, at bottom, that fervent little Spanish Catholic child who chastised herself for loving toys, who forbade herself the enjoyment of sweet foods, who practiced silence, who humiliated her pride, who adored symbols, statues, burning candles, incense, the caress of nuns, organ music, for whom Communion was a great event? I was so exalted by the idea of eating Jesus's flesh and drinking His blood that I couldn't swallow the host well, and I dreaded harming the it.
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O Winter! frozen pulse and heart of fire,
What loss is theirs who from thy kingdom turn
Dismayed, and think thy snow a sculptured urn
Of death! Far sooner in midsummer tire
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When storm-clouds rumble in the sky and June showers come down.
The moist east wind comes marching over the heath to blow its
bagpipes among the bamboos.
Then crowds of flowers come out of a sudden, from nobody knows
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I’ve watched the Seasons passing slow, so slow,
In the fields between La Bassée and Bethune;
Primroses and the first warm day of Spring,
Red poppy floods of June,
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June was not over
Though past the fall,
And the best of her roses
Had yet to blow,
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Gone, I say and walk from church,
refusing the stiff procession to the grave,
letting the dead ride alone in the hearse.
It is June. I am tired of being brave.
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When He smiles,
I smile too,
When He cries,
I cry too
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By June our brook's run out of song and speed.
Sought for much after that, it will be found
Either to have gone groping underground
(And taken with it all the Hyla breed
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Blessed Quietude

Audibly
we rise
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Mariah's Return

Mistral wishes
blow hope
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June, a month of golden days,
Where summer's warmth begins to blaze.
With skies of blue and sun-kissed air,
June whispers secrets everywhere.
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The Monsoons

Although my father had another gainful occupation as a teacher, our household was predominantly agrarian.
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O June, thou art the sweetest time of year,
When Sol's warm rays upon the Earth do gleam,
And skies of azure, pure and crystal clear,
Awaken life from Winter's wistful dream.
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Introductory Poem:

I've entered 5 poems below from five of my PoemHunter friends.
Let's hope this site, though imperfect, unlike ME, never ends.
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Monday morning, June 5, 2023 at 7 a.m.; Tuesday morning, June 6, 2023 at 8: 40 a.m.; Thursday morning, June 8, 2023 at 8: 12 a.m.

'There's been a hoot owl howlin' outside
my window now for six nights in a row;
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June 12th came and went yesterday…I imagine to most people it was just another date.
But like birthdays, anniversaries and holidays it's a day we should all celebrate.

This day's history began in Virginia with Mildred Jeter and Richard Loving who fell in love and thought it would be great to marry and spend their life together…but this was 1958.
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At the height of June, early summer.
Here and there, it occurs the orchestra.
The trumpet creepers hold a walker,
At the height of June, early summer.
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I was watching Nikki on Revelation TV at the end of
the Lunchtime Live show on UK Sky channel 581 on
Monday, the 6th of June 2022. I noticed something
amazing as she was praying with her eyes closed.
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