Write August Poems

Feet in the sand, do you feel free?
Breathe in the sunlight
Sky blending in the sea
Skin glowing bright

Make memories, they say
Let them bring you back
You'll see...

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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...

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Verse person

The modest poet is the one who writes poems
the excerpts call crap; think of the lady poet who
wrote rhyming verses and was interviewed by
Terry...

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Hide and seek the darkness, concealed tightly within my light 
Deeply veiled my calling card, invisible the ink with which I write
Love's not all lost,...

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January…new year, new me.
Met you and now I’m happy. 
We watched the ball drop and kissed at midnight.


My February Valentine
hearts and flowers because you’re mine
as...

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Piles of garbage; sounds of carnage they motion
Blurry images of malnourished children
Struggling for breath and bread
They evince; the struggles as we grow
-of how we ourselves...

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Utmost nadir of despair found
this atheist craning his neck skyward
hearing resplendent August orchestra
today June 10th, 2022
choral symphony may sound absurd,
but...mine supreme auditory sense

(compensated with poor...

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You joined me at the park that day
As I tearfully, read from my heart
The hardest letter I could ever write
It's rawness about tore me apart

After...

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Anxiety went into overdrive regarding...
"check engine light" being on

I desperately clutched
(the Peanuts stuffed animal) Woodstock
to help me absorb shock.

What invisible agent
provocateur née ghost in the...

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An August evening 

This afternoon I was writing a poem but it kept disappearing 
a blank screen had words on but they faded away 
erased...

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A waste of time

 I have been so busy writing 
that I have not had time to write.
Ploughing meagre soil
the harvest not enough to feed...

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The end of writing


I´m not a poet no more 
have crossed the field of roses 
in front of me a dark forest where blackened leaves
have...

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RAIN

There is something ornately comforting in a downpour of a day’s healthy rain
So replenishing, so cleansing, so renewing, as so the giver to feed life’s...

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A LETTER TO MY KING POPS
By:Poetic-Life
August 14,2020
 
I seen a YouTube video that a little boy wanted to write a letter to his mother in...

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August Sunshine

August sunshine feels different
Than sharp newborn rays
Of afternoons in June…
Round,
August sunshine tells
Of ripening
And growing large –
Laying still
Watching the breeze tickle
Mature birch leaves
Until they quiver
In...

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