Poems About: JULY
Poems on / about :
- carpe diem
The July winds,
Provoked me to walk,
And time seemed to talk,
'Do what you want' read more »vittal vandavasu
314.Song: One Hard Look
Small gnats that fly
In hot July
And lodge in sleeping ears,
Can rouse therein read more »Robert Graves
315.4th July Blues
I am here alone.
He is in his dark place alone.
Darkness has consumed his life.
I want to pull his body into mine to keep him safe within the light. read more »Firestar Christopoulos
Fighting in Afghanistan,
the US vivisects it
without a clear, decisive plan
for any form of exit. read more »gershon hepner
317.(676) What Children Worry About
what’s going on in the world today? read more »Melvina Germain
318.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
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
320.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
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
322.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
323.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
324.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