Poems About: JULY

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

  • 49.
    Fourth of july.

    Join the fun
    its the fourth of july.
    A joy in the air
    no fears, no sighs read more »

    Roy Storey
  • 50.
    Young America

    Wee Willie sat a-thinking,
    And he shook his curly head.
    Around him on the nursery floor
    His treasures lay outspread. read more »

    Carolyn Wells
  • 51.
    The Sunny Months

    Poets write of May and June,
    But seldom mention warm July,
    And August is neglected too
    Is this because few words will rhyme? read more »

    Joyce Hemsley
  • 52.
    Goose Steps Up My Spine

    millions starved to death:
    missiles fired overhead.

    sea games with seoul read more »

    doug bentley
  • 53.
    The 5th of July

    5th of July
    Rise to the Free
    Rise to the nuances within me
    Take your worries, take your needs read more »

    Andrew Horsey
  • 54.
    July 4th

    On the fourth, July reflected
    fireworks green red blue
    huge flowers shimmer,
    burst, bang crackle read more »

    Roberto Fletchero
  • 55.
    Before Winter

    September leaf
    Blushing...
    Remembering...
    The torrid kisses read more »

    LaRetha Adams
  • 56.
    Poisoned Apples

    Tenth grade teacher, a Mr. Suchandso
    slashed a C minus across her very first poem

    ashamed to be qualified as less than mediocre read more »

    Laurence Overmire
  • 57.
    Maybe The Trees

    Maybe the trees have lost their eyes
    And the wind its wicked wisdom
    The sand sifts through the glass
    Unnoticed read more »

    Laurence Overmire
  • 58.
    sunny spell (2)

    a beautiful girl
    welcomes the morning

    the pink body read more »

    Maria Barbara Korynt
  • 59.
    Who will save who?

    Worms to toads, toads to snakes,
    Snakes to pigs, pigs to men
    And men to worms are food.
    A concatenated food chain. read more »

    Rm.Shanmugam Chettiar.
  • 60.
    July

    July sounds fear,
    reminds me of loss,
    a father, a melody full of tears,
    two guiding hands, all gone. read more »

    Laa Finita
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