Best August Poems

In my little garden, balmy blooms are on display.
My purple Zinnia wears the crown in August sun
attracting tiny Hummingbirds and butterflies.
Ripe golden mangos blush with scarlet hues
so lush and juicy sweet…a favorite fruity treat.
Cooling ocean waves lure swimmers to the shore.
School begins, a sigh, it’s...

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The steadily falling cold August rains
Continue to pour upon Cheshires lanes;
Over flattening fields of soddened wheat,
Soaking the grass, splashing the feet.

Stands the Combine in the shed;
The unripened apples hanging rosy red.
Stands the caped heron all alone -
His glinting eye as cold as stone.

And in amongst...

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             cool evening air
   late August signals autumn
            colors on the way


Heidi Sands 

8/22/24

(C)opyright

Potd : 8/24/24...

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These gold suffused August afternoons
The luxury of this lazy light
Sweetened beneath peach blossom moons
Wide dawn reclaims the narrow night
As the sun lifts on saffron balloons.

08/09/22

Just August contest
Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich...

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It's just August and I can't wait
to ramble with you through the countryside
that sparkles in a fresh glossy green cover;
After long spells of rain, the sun gently peeks out, 
and green leaves glisten in soft sunlight;
Aw the rain drops on large banana leaves
like beads of...

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Gentle light flows through the pines,
Inviting the oaks, the laurels, to sigh,
Echoing soft breath, smoke rising –
Mist in the sky, a moment of silence
Breaks the song, playing on the crisp morn’

This is summer’s sadness, when August
Shadows the heat, the sweltering thoughts
Erasing July quicker than sunlight...

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'Neath umbra skies I seek a mirrored moment

the breeze a capricious charmer
blows serpentine sways to life
a ballet of tall switchgrass dancers
sweeping edges raspy green
dulling in the ever dimming light
their brassy symphony a soft cymbals’ siss
lure my thoughts to ramble a willowy maze
mesmerizing my mental landscape...

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My lady is the wind’s soft sigh through fields of marigolds in June,
A beach night stroll beneath the moon, a cloudless sky, a butterfly.
She waltzes to a rhapsody and lifts her voice soulfully.
My lady is. . .

A splendid sunset in July as two soared high...

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I was wiping the dust off an old snow globe in the upstairs attic, when a mop of honey-blonde hair suddenly appeared through the wooden flooring.
     "I thought I'd find you here," said the voice, warm and feminine. It was a...

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aye …

on such
divine evenings, thus,
are perfect odes not freely spun?
the Perseids, dancing their
jocund jigs -
capricious, evanescent stripes of
golden ire under a tapestry
of wonders …
watching rapt, ever-attentive,
streaking, burning ephemeral, as if the
gods themselves trace their
fingertips gently on
a phosphorescent brine …
but this, yet,
a sea of suns, amaranthine...

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Take away the frost of winter,
rid the land of biting snow,
then who would praise the warmth of August,
how could April rivers flow?

Hush the deafening crash of thunder,
dull the flash of lightning's thorn,
and who would feel the calm of silence,
when the still of dawn is born?

Sow...

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Don't rush to wash off the sea salt 
drying on your skin;
the hopes it carries from other oceans,
those remain yet to be seen....

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Yesterday I dreamed a dream,
that had no end.
You in your white gown, and long, black hair flowing.
You were calling my name.
I heard you, but I couldn't reach you!

And when I say your soul was tainted.
You went out in the night life.
You dressed in your black,...

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Through the screams of pain,
I heard a cry,
A cry that indicated a birth of a new life.
Sitting in the hospital corridor,
I could hear the cry of happiness from tiny lungs,
I could experience the same happiness,
The family was going through.
Yes a girl child!
I thought to myself,
She...

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Night of the Dark Soul;
shadows infiltrate
the gap between self
and oblivion.

You're in a scary
dysfunctional place
under constant siege;
and cannot be saved.

As reality
morphs into a dream;
sanity slowly
starts to slip away.

A part of you is
lost to dementia;
where confusion lurks
behind every thought.

Hope is depleted
only time exists;
and your frightened heart
cries out...

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