Best July Poems
Just beyond the sunset
Someone waits for me
Just beyond the sunset
Lies my destiny
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Everything’s looted, betrayed and traded,
black death’s wing’s overhead.
Everything’s eaten by hunger, unsated,
so why does a light shine ahead?
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A BOAT beneath a sunny sky,
Lingering onward dreamily
In an evening of July --
Children three that nestle near,
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January brings the snow,
makes our feet and fingers glow.
February brings the rain,
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Give me some letters
I'll make words
Give me some words
I'll make sentence
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A boat, beneath a sunny sky
Lingering onward dreamily
In an evening of July --
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I saw thee once- once only- years ago:
I must not say how many- but not many.
It was a July midnight; and from out
A full-orbed moon, that, like thine own soul, soaring,
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The rising sun has yet to glow
In his resplendent glory,
The moon has not even begun her descent
But I’m here on the shore,
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And thus the people every year
in the valley of humid July
did sacrifice themselves
to the long green phallic god
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Behold the apples’ rounded worlds:
juice-green of July rain,
the black polestar of flowers, the rind
mapped with its crimson stain.
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In the flashes and black shadows
of July
the days, locked in each other's arms,
seem still
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She walks as lightly as the fly
Skates on the water in July.
To hear her moving petticoat
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i love the river between the banks
beshrew a drinker who doesn't give thanks
i love the breeze hitting my face
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It was not like your great and gracious ways!
Do you, that have naught other to lament,
Never, my Love, repent
Of how, that July afternoon,
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Whatever the poet's eyes see,
And his mind imagines,
And his pen elaborates,
Or whatever is written,
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Have you not heard his silent steps?
He comes, comes, ever comes.
Every moment and every age,
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Many ways to say good night.
Fireworks at a pier on the Fourth of July
spell it with red wheels and yellow spokes.
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”Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
of sun-split clouds, -and done a hundred things
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This is the place that I love the best,
A little brown house, like a ground-bird's nest,
Hid among grasses, and vines, and trees,
Summer retreat of the birds and bees.
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The knight of immortal youth
at the age of fifty found his mind in his heart
and on July morning went out to capture
the right, the beautiful, the just.
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~ DELIGHT UNALLOYED ~
Ms. Nivedita
UK
26 July 26,2010
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I have a white rose to tend
In July as in January;
I give it to the true friend
Who offers his frank hand to me.
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~ Sedation Of Salvation ~
Ms. Nivedita
UK
4 July,2010
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A boat, beneath a sunny sky
Lingering onward dreamily
In an evening of July
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Down in the hollow there’s the whole Brigade
Camped in four groups: through twilight falling slow
I hear a sound of mouth-organs, ill-played,
And murmur of voices, gruff, confused, and low.
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Though sixteen years have passed by,
I still cannot erase from my memory,
The floods that came in like a Tsunami wave
On 26th July 2005 into Mumbai.
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In the blue harbor of your eyes
Blow rains of melodious lights,
Dizzy suns and sails
Painting their voyage to endlessness.
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New Castle, July 4, 1878
or a hundred years the pulse of time
Has throbbed for Liberty;
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When Winchester races first took their beginning
It is said the good people forgot their old Saint
Not applying at all for the leave of Saint Swithin
And that William of Wykeham's approval was faint.
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(‘God manifests Himself to the heart of the Perfect Man, who is His vicegerent.
And the reflection of the lights of His self-manifestation overflows into the world’
-Ibn Arabi’s Naqsh al Fusus)
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Its Never goodbye when your walking alone
The roads you have taken so far from home
You've climbed, breathed life, you've given to all
Opened your heart so willing to fall
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In one salutation to thee, my God,
let all my senses spread out and touch this world at thy feet.
Like a rain-cloud of July
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The wind is singing through the trees to-night,
A deep-voiced song of rushing cadences
And crashing intervals. No summer breeze
Is this, though hot July is at its height,
...
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Just a little tiny battered and paint-peeling boat
forgotten
and tied to the dock for season after season
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To me you are a wave;
never here, never there!
You are –still- nowhere!
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None Can Avoid The Responsibility
July 2, 2023
Government of Sweden with its nation
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You are a Tulip seen to-day,
But, Dearest, of so short a stay,
That where you grew, scarce man can say.
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~ Stop Opiumed by Opinions Of Others [SO4] ~
Ms. Nivedita
UK
26 July 26,2010
...
your sun won't descend
from now till the end
come on great poet
teach us poetry
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I sat
sweating in my July hat
your leg warm on mine,
your smile glowing near my cheek,
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Why did he choose to come to my
door, the wandering youth, when the
day dawned?
As I come in and out I pass by him
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MAMIE beat her head against the bars of a little Indiana
town and dreamed of romance and big things off
somewhere the way the railroad trains all ran.
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July 1989
Alone I watched the Full Moon rise tonight.
The same Moon rose over you just hours ago.
Did you also watch it rise? Did clouds obscure the view?
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When a dear one enjoins me-
'Write in a letter what you would like to say'
I write a poem using allegory
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My April Love is always in my heart
My April Love from me will ne'er depart.
She always brings the 'Joy of Spring' to me,
My April Love forever mine will be!
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Rain on my dreams, Monsoon
black clouds...
rain on my ornamental feathers
shower on my pure earth
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Lil' firecracker, July child-to-be
Another sunny redhead, she hoped in vain
No, for you there were other dreams
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THE ARGUMENT OF HIS BOOK
I sing of brooks, of blossoms, birds, and bowers,
Of April, May, of June, and July flowers.
I sing of May-poles, hock-carts, wassails, wakes,
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What ails my senses thus to cheat?
What is it ails the place,
That all the people in the street
Should wear one woman's face?
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~ My Precious Time ~
Ms. Nivedita
UK
July 1,2010
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A face
emerged again from space...
Time,
a distorting soulless mirror
...
.
I open my eyes
to blue blue skies
outside my bedroom window.
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Whenever we go
to an amusement park or fair,
I’m eagerly on the lookout
for the candyfloss sold there.
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Did I say you are amazing?
Did I mention how I knew?
See how angels watch in wonder
Each time I think of you.
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Prelude
Blue storm-clouds in hot heavens of mid-July
Hung heavy, brooding over land and sea:
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~ Is The Way Of Life ~
Ms. Nivedita
UK
17 July 17,2010
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Don't try to carve your name on waves of sea
Because you precious time will go in vain
Do not assume that waves in place will be
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To James First Bishop of Shrewsbury on the 25th Year of his Episcopate July 28. 1876
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Mine was a Midwest home—you can keep your world.
Plain black hats rode the thoughts that made our code.
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an emperor from heaven
darken the clear blue sky
scatter and form rainwater
wet the dry emerald eyes…
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Hello! Say No More To War
July 3, 2023
I told them of war
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I trust the night
I trust the stars that shine
I trust the moon
I know its love’s divine
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|WE were young, we were merry, we were very very wise,
And the door stood open at our feast,
When there passed us a woman with the West in her eyes,
And a man with his back to the East.
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Gone, gone again,
May, June, July,
And August gone,
Again gone by,
...
the clouds
................dark in the horizon
..............................prepare for departure
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Dear, God our father of mercy,
By your power you enlighten us,
From sunrise to this evening,
We have worked very hard.
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Previously I used to love spacious home;
Now I prefer small spaces,
Small corners, small cubicles,
Small circles of friends,
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She offers me
the gift
inexpertly & awkwardly
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The plant grow green inn
Paths bind poetic treasure
Nature or poem
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'Twas in the year of 1888, and on July the 14th day,
That an alarming accident occurred in the River Tay.
Which resulted in the sinking of the Tay Ferries' Steamer "Dundee,"
Which was a most painful and sickening sight to see.
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CONGRATULATIONS! Congratulations! Congratulations!
Oh dear Great Poetess Sylvia Frances Chan,
You have achieved the # 1 position
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January cold desolate;
February all dripping wet;
March wind ranges;
April changes;
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Beauty's glance has motivated,
Mind of many, many visitors,
Cool breeze catches memory,
Moment of joy is gifted by God.
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After the traumatic event of floods
In Mumbai on 26th July 2005;
That devastated many lives in the city,
And changed the life of my family totally,
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Boulevard du Régent
July Flowerbeds of amaranths right up to
The pleasant palace of Jupiter. -
I know it is Thou, who is this place,
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Words that danced distant screens.
Morphed in days to tender dreams.
Whence they bloomed, barren rooms.
Verdant lines now sterile seams.
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As long as I can breathe
As long as I am Me
As long as I can feel
As long as day still turns to night
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So, I’m...
19,584 days old.
So, counting...
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How to know
the pondering of a bat
hanging upside down
his frown but a smile
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In his tenth July some instinct
taught him to arm the waiting wave,
a giant where its mouth hung open.
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A ghost is roaming through the building,
And shadows in the attic browse;
Persistently intent on mischief
A goblin roams about the house.
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Today is the Independence day of the USA
but I do not want to create a poem about that, oh nay!
it is the first birthday of my first grandchild
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vixen crawls mysteriously
around glassy gardens
jealous eye watches
so suspiciously
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Among the bumble-bees in red-top hay, a freckled field of brown-eyed Susans dripping yellow leaves in July,
I read your heart in a book.
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Vices are not crimes but you think,
Crimes are provoked by vices within,
Vices in unified condition scatter,
Illusion is unshackled and it holds.
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It’s dawn now. The slanting rays of the morning light fall on the window sill. I have to go now, to the world of medicines, drips, ivy’s and blood.
I walked near it…As I put the first foot, I heard the cry of agony which spread over my mind like my ‘dove dress’ spread with blood. I went to my wards…Fifteen rooms…appeared to me as fifteen prisons…with inmates waiting for their destiny…Either to life or to…no... I don’t want to fill it up…
As I pushed the first door, I saw him sleeping…smiling face with his little finger in his mouth…I didn’t want to break a three year olds dream… but my duty is forcing me. I took his finger out from mouth. He started and opened his little eyes…his eyes – without eyebrows and eyelashes – coming to know the cruel reality from sweet unreality. I felt his lips are ready to put his agony out.
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The moon floats in hope
high above the clouds
far from the stars of fire
no wonder the moon changes faces
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First, April, she with mellow showers
Opens the way for early flowers;
Then after her comes smiling May,
In a more rich and sweet array;
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Win
Gain
Name
Fame,
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Yea, the roses are still on fire
With the bygone heat of July,
Though the least little wind drifting by
Shake a rose-leaf or two from the brier,
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A chamber pot using as noun,
We can declare po is beautiful,
Unlimited this becomes and we feel,
While we start measuring space,
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Girl: Hey Baby, How have you been
Boy: Hey Hun, what do you mean?
Girl: Well you’ve been acting strange
Boy: I’ve been going through some change
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This is for Elsa, also known as Liz,
an ample-bosomed gospel singer: five
discrete malignancies in one full breast.
This is for auburn Jacqueline, who is
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The love that emerges from the gloomy land
and rises out of a sea of chimera is gone
The boat of love is now ready to sail
away from the isle of illusion
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