August Poems | Examples of August Poetry

After the concert Now, in the afternoon of my life My thoughts are about love and romance These pesky things are disturbing My tough exterior makes me soft and weepy When no one looked is now in front and Naked I appear; yes, you old fool Words of love and music for the heart Make me cry and loosen the knot...

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Wind chill ice pick flails “perma” stone, rough storm weatherer’s bleak graveside moan!...

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A star never loses its shine, You can never ever compare it to beer and wine. We love its glow, we also love it, when its fire. That's the impact of a pure thing. We may love less, but we can never stop loving. The same is true with God, same as with the faith....

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A Room Full of Unwritten Poems A room— Quite not real though, Not built of woods or bricks, Structured with the unfinished and unwritten verses, Smeared by weathering paint, More like an echo left without the speaker. Swaying curtains, now getting silenced. Door hinges rusted, creaking— But in my mind, It’s just similar to those small giggles and laughs Left behind by the envied person. Envy because...

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Damp shiver, under wanton fog, lone self plight, as shrill cry, swallowed by eerie phantoms, of snow gust night’scape...

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Grecians  Hellas and the port of Piraeus hold a memory in my seafarer’s heart, civilized people, no they are not leaders of efficiency, but you can talk to them and expand your knowledge. Not forgetting whores, they had time for a drink sharing, a joke, and didn’t hurry you. In Hamburg, it was never thus, no smiles, no foreplay efficiency ruled; money on...

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Silence isn’t quiet — it’s the scream stuck in my throat, the venom dripping from broken teeth, the promise shattered on cracked floors. Your silence is a fist beating against my ribs, each unanswered breath a knife twisting deeper, a war waging beneath broken skin. I claw at shadows grasping ghosts that slip through bleeding fingers, love drowned in the dark, where silence is a battlefield and...

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the soothing shade from a majestic oak refreshes in a marvelous mellow way as a gentle breeze sways in rhythm its lush green nostalgic memories of love have come and gone whilst the magic of summer has only just begun...

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The body Johan on the strand The sun shone on his belly Gulls had gouged his eyes Crabs crawled into his nose came out of his mouth A shroud of sea tar A man strummed a guitar A girl laughed A summer in 1954. ...

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what is left of me, once you have taken all that I am? what words are left for me to wallow in after you say goodbye? in who's arm do I find comfort, now that mine have been shackled? how do I say I love you when I can't bring myself to love again, or have I ever? how...

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Continuous cathartic resonance of black bashful veil, imposing the darkest recess and its tangled tantrums amassed, phases exist without problematic manifest intrusion illusory but for a while, the reckless chilling bursts of wild incendiary angst a blight, such burdens match interminable interior and exterior struggle, the bulk of etched trauma recent or derivative of remote life event, an additional weight as...

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though my life is rougher Compared to some other And constantly i suffer Never will i trade it for another Even if its a life much better To me it will not matter I will be just stronger And try to be much wiser Protect them from danger Give the best of life i can offer For there is no greater joy To...

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I looked at the trees. They moved with the birds, while they chirped and laughed. Shutting the door, my hand shaking from former caffeine. I heard music from my room. It stopped. My speaker died. The blinds let the light in and my room smelled good, like laundry in the morning. My skin was easy today and my lips...

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After Angella Voras-Hills fallen green apples here and there at a dead end, the yard is where in the story lies an ending, the life I lead an illusion a collage along the road of broken houses bathed in light a quiet moment, a lament when the day bleeds into colors and all my realities and dreams connect There is an illusion of light...

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