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The Best July Poems
Through the heat of July
There are wee things that fly
In a flickering display
In the fields and above
As they bid for bug love
With the best
Of their flashing ballet
In their shimmering flight
They're the envy
Of all other creatures
For the evening is rife
With nocturnal life
But none other with
Such glowing features
They dance their bug waltz
'Til the rising sun halts
Their frolic and fun
A few hours
In the heat of the day
They just slumber away
But return with the
Close of the flowers.
They're the kings of romance
With their penchant for dance
As the dazzling she-bugs
Hooking up on bright terms
To make baby glow worms
Is the blinking-bug thing
They do best
This twilight promenade
May put forth the facade
That lightning bugs live
"In the pink"
But those lights can reveal
As a bigger bug's meal
So they're apt
To be gone ...
IN A BLINK!
Copyright © Gregory R Barden | Year Posted 2017
No doubt that July is a beautiful summer month
It is the year's best month is named after Julius Caesar himself
Summer raindrops pierced by sunbeams
Just think of how precious privilege it is to wake up to bird song
Columbines are still in full bloom, they are charming
Spices herbs for diversity and for flavor
Who would have anything against sitting in the garden all day
and let you tickle a bit of a grape plant in the neck
Flowers and plants are an important part of summer
Enjoy it all with family and good friends
Fair weather clouds that just gives a little variety in all the blue
July is synonymous with holidays for most
The temperature and enthusiasm rises
This summer we will swim in the ocean and eat lots of ice cream
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- Published in the newspaper 05.07.2016
Copyright © Sunshine Smile | Year Posted 2016
Creamsicle sky melts in July
and drips down on our souls renewed.
From midsummer’s unstifled sigh,
creamsicle sky melts in July.
Our tent keeps secrets, we imply.
A fire sparks a sultry mood.
Creamsicle sky melts in July
and drips down on our souls renewed!
For Andrea's One Lovely Summer Triolet Contest
Visual #7, 5/28/15
Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2015
Helga Deen (1925-1943) (Sentanka)
Mit achtzehn ermordet
Helga Deen im KZ Sobibór
Nur Tagebuch und Briefe
War alles was von ihr blieb
Ihr Andenken aber bleibt
Murdered at eighteen
Helga Deen at Sobibór
Only letters and diary
Was all that remained of her
But her memory remains
Helga Deen en Sobibor
Asesinado a dieciocho años
Sólo cartas y un diario
Fue todo lo que quedaba
Pero su memoria sigue siendo
Note: Helga Deen, born in 1925 in Stettin moved with her parents in 1933 to Tilburg in the
Netherlands. She was a talented young woman not only in writing but also in drawing. Her
mother was a German Jewish doctor and her father-Willy Deen- a Dutch chemist. Helga Denn
had a brother -Klaus- and both visited school in Tilburg. The family had to move from
their house and Helga an her brother had to leave school together with other ten Jewish
pupils. In July 1943 all were deported to the Vugh concentration camp. From there they
were transpoted to Westerbork concentration camp and from there on July 13th to Sobibór
(Poland) concentration camp. She died from gas there on July 16th 1943.
Copyright © Gert W. Knop | Year Posted 2011
Walking through gardens
Feeling your presence beside me
Strangers passing by, lost in the darkness
I see the reflection of the city lights in your eyes like stars so near
The icy july wind carries your perfume to me
Your voice echoes through the winter air and your smile, my God your smile...
My hands are cold but i am calm, serene and happy
Where are we going?
Someone once told me that what matters is the journey not the destination
I forget the past, don´t worry about the future, only the present matters
And gradually the twilight turns into night
I look at the sky and I find the moon smiling timidly starting its journey
I want to touch, surround you and drown in your hair
But I do nothing, afraid of ruining everything
Strange... Nothing and Everything
All the while the sound of waves crashing on the sand accompanies us
A familiar sound to me, after all this is my city
The surprise hits me for I am not blind to the world, on the contrary
Everything looks sharper, brighter
And time has not stopped as the old love poems tell us
It goes faster, flies.
My thoughts are clear despite your intoxicating presence
I know I have only a fraction of the time I would like to live beside you
I know that your time here will be as short as a shooting star in the purple sky
And I also know that you will take a piece of me away
That might be returned to me one day or lost forever
Who knows about these things?
But I´m not afraid
I would do it all again
Because you are worth it.
Copyright © Joseph Santiago | Year Posted 2013
What can I say that I haven’t said before
What can I recite to tell how much more
You mean to my world
How that I’ve never felt this with any other girl
Is it simply that I love you
Is it simply that I need you to
Smiles take away all the pain
That first time I saw you I knew
That first time I held you my heart flew
To these July 8th cloud nines
And you smell divine
And you make me complete
When your eyes haunt my dreams
And when I hold you it seems
That time stops
And my heart beat drops
To zero and I can’t help feeling lost
In your essence
And your presence in my heart
Clears all the ache and doubt
I’m in love with our every tomorrow
But these words read so inadequate
Our lives spell out fates
Intertwined minds in sync
Praying that I never blink
To never miss these moments
Can’t miss these signs and omens
Our love is written in scribes on walls
In heart caves like hieroglyphs
Sang in ancient songs
And Greek-God myths
Sealed in celestial bonds
You know, it’s written in the stars
Spelled out in cherubic musical bars
Constellations drawn about our post sun-sets
Capricorn and Scorpio met
In heaven’s playground
I would’ve undoubtedly found an angel
But not till I fell
To earth and got tossed about
In life’s stormy surf caught
Chasing colourless rainbows
Praying for suicidal tomorrows
Losing all hope
Teetering on the edge this cliff
Holding onto the frayed end
Of a tattered rope
Not till my life was empty
Not till this life left me broken
Not till my soul was numb
Not till I was sure I’d never find the one
The other half of my poetic soul
Not till I fell upon your splendour
When your smiles did their all to render
Me helpless we would fit no less than that
Perfect sunset on a perfect July 8th
I’d finally be able to feel.
Copyright © Lyndell Cadasse | Year Posted 2006
Weep not your grief, when July says goodbye
Of the massive dark rain clouds, we seek shelter
Sing the melody without the words, a rainbow shines
It remains to see the glorious wonders of nature
A choir of harmony, August whispers words of cheer
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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Copyright © Sunshine Smile | Year Posted 2017
This 4th Of July
To my fellow Americans,
during this 4th of July.
I have a thought.. . Here's why…
When we salute our flag
ever so grand.
Our country's foundation
is sinking in "quicksand."
This is because. From God...
We're way "off course."
Driven by lust, greed
and an "immorality force ."
Our ungodly government
continues to rule.
Anything of God has been
removed from the school.
We hear of "separation of
church and state."
Anything of God...
Many people seem to hate!
America! Listen to what
this message is about!
Everything of God is
slowly being taken out!
We must return to Jesus!...
He gives true freedom indeed!.
The truth word of God’s .
Our country must read!
Living for God is worth the cost!
America is forever lost!
By Jim Pemberton
Copyright © Jim Pemberton | Year Posted 2016
Listen to poem:
look a rain drop see
falling from the sky
it'll hit the ground
wave your hand buh-bye
up there in the sky
right now it's high
falling from above
is it going to die?
when angels cry
sometimes in july
like people in a way
it's easy to see why
i need more time
today it rains again
i have to say more
its almost six a.m.
soul mind and flow
your heart will race
while rain drops fall
in a glorious dance
so many of them
we call it bad weather
weak on their own
a strong force together
a waterfall of thoughts
something to ponder
back to the story
bright light and thunder
this drop is me
that one is you
came out from a cloud
from an ocean of blue
form an allegiance
create a cirlce of life
two drops of water
we are falling in love
rain drops fall over and over
come down go up no end to this story
rain drops fall over and over
phenomenon i call free falling
Copyright © Pavel Popov | Year Posted 2016
The dervish whirls—
atop mantle fires,
wings for life.
Salient, a moth
labors over no lands,
exists in The Great,
extends her wings
to The Wide,
to flutter near the floor,
flit in the rafters—
her vessel for ballet
on night’s broken stage.
© 2017 | June 13 | Wesley T Cutlip
Edited June 30
REVISED - July 7
Copyright © Space Cadet | Year Posted 2017
Bright balloons cluster
like Tootsie Pops in July's
popcorn scented air
Copyright © Dale Gregory Cozart | Year Posted 2017
As darkness descends.
Tranquil as time flows past.
With this precious rest.
Led out on the grass.
Sleepless slumber in dreamlike clarity.
Summer thunder above a scenic prairie.
Seeing the butterflies colours vary.
As they flutter by with the lullaby fairies.
Therapeutic beauty in cloudless horizons.
Mountains fade as red skies widen.
Sound of crickets and ribbeting frogs.
Playing there their joyful songs.
Away from our shadows of immense achievement.
Breathing, seeing love in front, this season, gold and frequent, priceless parables told in tales and seen invaluable.
Soft as silks of sun set diamonds.
Shining, it's last light shall guide us.
Safely to places where nowhere compares.
Through heavenly meadows to our home we share.
Copyright © Sam Perkins | Year Posted 2018
Patriots we are
Ashen through war
To a more promising today.
Ruminant mammals as warlords
Insinuates the future of glory to come.
Open to emigration from across waters
Today is our day
Significant to determine a stronger unity.
People of the United States of America
Educate your minds innately.
Our focus is for greatness in a better way.
Plausibility is our qualifying state.
Love, peace, and harmony are what we search for nowadays.
Equanimity is our religious situation.
P eople of unity
A ssemble as one
T o form a greater purpose.
R ebels for a cause
I s not a threat to others
O nly a stronger walk.
T his is our country.
I deals are now.
C ome patriotisms unto the clouds to celebrate.
P arade so grandiose
E njoyed by all
O stentatious vainglorious
P raise triumphant
L ong live the USA.
E nvision events that fulfills our people and our states.
PENNED ON JUNE 30, 2014!
Copyright © Verlena S. Walker | Year Posted 2014
Copyright © 2015
Edited: 7/8 - 7:48pm
Symbols of Southern and Northern pride
on both sides who lived and died
An American story
a clash for glory
Whose glory in this land?
that native man?
he was already here
and faced a new fear
for him, who stands and cheer?
Another who didn't ask to come
whipped and chained by some
Flag of Dixie became a motivator for hate
years beyond those historic dates
once again the South wrought this debate
This time it was nine
who will it be next time?
Those scars, those scars - are not forgotten
left many of our Americans alone and frighten
Oppression and terrorism aren't new
it has always been started by a few-
from murder to rape
hardly any one escape
Now, America's Old Glory flies
standing guard over those cries
Ole confederacy ideas still wants to divide
by creating the Klan, they tried
to destroy peace while others were denied
"We The People," aren't a nation for a few
if our Armed Forces fight for me and you
So, lets not disgrace this divined nation
with a flag that embraces segregation
It's time to mend and get on beyond our past
or their Klan will continue to march in mass
The Star Spangled Banner, of Stars and Stripes
our enemies foreign and domestic love to fight-
this flag, a symbol of freedom against who might
"We The People" under this Banner, are one
from numerous wars hard fought, and won
Like that brave American Eagle that flies high
only one starred flag of Glory should wave him by
Copyright © Les Pruitt | Year Posted 2015
The days of March are dark and drear.
In April rain clouds still appear.
By May the weatherman we cheer,
And June is here, and June is here.
July brings forth the perfect rose.
In August we take off our clothes.
September we must don our hose,
And summer goes, and summer goes.
October the cool breezes blow.
November brings a hint of snow.
December time is all aglow,
Bright gifts with bow, bright gifts with bow.
In January a deep freeze.
Small February is a tease.
Bold March once more will try to please.
Time to plant peas, time to plant peas.
Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2013
A Prayer for all my friends in America and all over the World
This Prayer Poem is for all my friends of America and for all those anywhere in the world who are waiting for Rains.
I have made this Prayer Poem on My Photo Poem and this can be seen
in My Photo page on World Art Foundation
This Prayer Poem actually supports my Folk Song ‘Folk Song of India -Farmer, Clouds, Rains and Trees’ placed on You Tube http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ukRQxnYGQwQ&feature=plcp
It may be a co incident but ever since I composed and placed the above Song on You Tube the drought like conditions improved in many parts of India drastically.
A Prayer to Clouds for all My Friends
O Clouds full of Rains
Please go to my friend's place
Where ever you see the land is dry
And all the fields and trees
Are waiting for your showers
To get wet and to kiss
Your ever refreshing Rains.
You bless them
With your nectar like Rains
So their fields too
May yield grains
And their forests may be blessed
With your love drops
To again enfold you
In their sweet and loving embrace.
O Clouds full of Rains
Please go to my friend's place
And give them
The blessings of
Your Beautiful immortal Rains.
Kanpur India 15th Aug. 2012
NOTE: Draught like conditions (not very acute almost 50% less Rains this year) prevailed in India in July, but after July last it improved in August and even some parts experienced excessive Rains till 27th August. I had composed a Song around 20th July for the Indian farmers as a Folk Song and have placed it in Poetry Soup on 24th July 2012 and on my Music Channel “RavindraKK1” on You Tube as a Folk Song of India. The Song explains the reasons of fewer Rains in the simple language of a farmer telling the story of Farmer, Clouds, Trees and Rains as a Folk Song of India.
27th Aug. 2012
Copyright © Ravindra K Kapoor | Year Posted 2012
For every woman, man, and child have the
Equity in this
Our lives, as liberated, co-depends on these truths.
Mighty we are as a country.
Strong in protecting our home front.
Crisis we have overcome.
Allegiance to our native people we must continue to know.
Love for the United States of America has been shown.
Longevity forever endured.
****Have a safe and enriched 4th of July!****
Written June 29, 2015!
Copyright © Verlena S. Walker | Year Posted 2015
the neighbors arrive
big rig diesel whumping
our tiny trailer
Copyright © Jack Jordan | Year Posted 2013
follow on facebook,
adore on pinterest,
fall in love on instagram,
kiss on a hunch,
all under a tree.
Copyright © A.O. Taner | Year Posted 2016
The sun shines so bright in a cerulean sky,
As Christmas spirit comes in great surprise;
People now in all walks of life,
Happily enjoy the moment once in a lifetime.
Go shopping here, go shopping there,
They all buy things needed to cheer;
Everyone joins the spectacular parade,
With big floats and motorcades.
It is still July but Christmas is magic,
It comes on time when we least expect it;
Day and night, people are rejoicing,
Helping one another in all undertakings.
Still skeptical on what is really happening,
But colorful lanterns and ornaments are now seen,
Christmas lights even sparks in shimmering splendor,
Hang in houses, on window sills and doors.
In open houses have some special gifts,
For anyone who would wish to drop by for a pick;
Some are simple wrapped items,
And some are sweets or delicacies on plates.
Everyone keeps busy but doesn’t go frantic,
Christmas in July is a real fantastic;
A special event which now lingers in the memory,
Because it is our Town’s First City Anniversary!
Note: Our town turned to a city.
Date: Aug. 8. 2012
7th Place Winner
Contest: My Favorite Poem Contest
Contest Judged: 9/7/12 12:00:00 AM
Poet Sponsor: Joyce Johnson
Note: This was my entry in the contest with a theme, Christmas In July Magic. I’m dedicating this poem to my town Candon City, although the anniversary is not really in July. I just kept the theme of the contest. Moreover, my dearest mother and favorite aunt who are both celebrating their b-days on this month had inspired me to write. The real Town City Hood and Foundation anniversary: The anniversary of Candon City Hood is every March 28. Candon became a city in March 28, 2001 thru Republic Act 9018. Candon City hood was authored by then Congresswoman Grace Singson during the 11th congress. Foundation Day is March 25. -more info were from Mr. Jun Balbin.
Copyright © Galeo DS | Year Posted 2012
I hear and see:
The sound of children's talk
watching all the fun
Shifting in the breeze
Red and vibrant
That's how you can tell you're on an island
Copyright © Caleah Buil | Year Posted 2013
Mornings In July
Mornings in July are oblivious.
They know nothing about the newspaper headlines
Or the relentless crashing of ocean waves
Under a pissed off crescent moon.
They see nothing. They hear nothing. They feel nothing.
Mornings in July are incognizant about everything.
Except for the ever silent bruising rise of the sun.
But they haven’t heard the orgasmic screams of a billion lovers
Seeking mindless sanity on a darkling pillow.
And they haven’t seen the struggling caterpillar
Spin its bloody violent cocoon.
They could care or less if you breathe or sweat.
They ceased to be concerned
When the big wrecking ball of Earthly existence
Came crashing into the big neon Psyche
Six thousand years ago.
Mornings in July know nothing, absolutely nothing.
Except for the ever silent bruising rise of the sun.
Copyright © stark hunter | Year Posted 2013
Summer is here once again.
The breeze is warm,
I smell salt on the wind.
The same sandy beach between my toes,
The same waters I learned to swim.
Sun burn on my nose,
To the Ocean I dive in.
I submerse myself in the waters of the Atlantic
Warmer than the West Coast Thankfully
Cold, I simply cannot handle it!
Further out I paddle faithfully,
For my mother ocean to keep me sane,
this is my therapy,
to soothe this migraine.
This place gives me energy,
a weakness with a name.
Pleasure Island, NC.
A place hidden with fortunes
and undiscovered fame.
Never could I stray from the ocean
my passions would never be fulfilled
and I would never be the same.
Dedicated to my Dad on Father's Day 2013
The man who introduced me to the ocean and educated me about it and gave me reason to love appreciate and respect it.
Copyright © Andrea Rose | Year Posted 2013
Copyright © Lycia Harding | Year Posted 2015
This is the year of the sheep and the end of July
The moon is big, beautiful, and high in the sky
This summer breeze tonight is hot and blowing
Our moon above, a guiding light and it's glowing
Harvest time can make our moon seem aurous
The fires in the forest make that color dangerous
We had a visit twice this month so who had a clue
This moon high over us is feeling lonely and blue
Edward J Ebbs - August 1, 2015
Blue Moon - July 31, 2015
Copyright © Edward Ebbs | Year Posted 2015