Best June Poems

We real cool. We
Left school. We
Lurk late. We
Strike straight. We
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O my Luve's like a red, red rose
That's newly sprung in June;
O my Luve's like the melodie
That's sweetly play'd in tune.
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I do not think of you lying in the wet clay
Of a Monaghan graveyard; I see
You walking down a lane among the poplars
On your way to the station, or happily
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Yes, I remember Adlestrop --
The name, because one afternoon
Of heat the express-train drew up there
Unwontedly. It was late June.
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My window-pane is starred with frost,
The world is bitter cold to-night,
The moon is cruel, and the wind
Is like a two-edged sword to smite.
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At midnight, in the month of June,
I stand beneath the mystic moon.
An opiate vapor, dewy, dim,
Exhales from out her golden rim,
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I.

No one's serious at seventeen.
--On beautiful nights when beer and lemonade
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When June comes dancing o'er the death of May,
With scarlet roses tinting her green breast,
And mating thrushes ushering in her day,
And Earth on tiptoe for her golden guest,
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January brings the snow,
makes our feet and fingers glow.

February brings the rain,
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Tell you what I like the best --
'Long about knee-deep in June,
'Bout the time strawberries melts
On the vine, -- some afternoon
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What's the best thing in the world?
June-rose, by May-dew impearled;
Sweet south-wind, that means no rain;
Truth, not cruel to a friend;
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O Winter! frozen pulse and heart of fire,
What loss is theirs who from thy kingdom turn
Dismayed, and think thy snow a sculptured urn
Of death! Far sooner in midsummer tire
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whatever slid into my mother's room that
late june night, tapping her great belly,
summoned me out roundheaded and unsmiling.
is this the moon, my father used to grin.
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'Am I, at bottom, that fervent little Spanish Catholic child who chastised herself for loving toys, who forbade herself the enjoyment of sweet foods, who practiced silence, who humiliated her pride, who adored symbols, statues, burning candles, incense, the caress of nuns, organ music, for whom Communion was a great event? I was so exalted by the idea of eating Jesus's flesh and drinking His blood that I couldn't swallow the host well, and I dreaded harming the it.
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When storm-clouds rumble in the sky and June showers come down.
The moist east wind comes marching over the heath to blow its
bagpipes among the bamboos.
Then crowds of flowers come out of a sudden, from nobody knows
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I’ve watched the Seasons passing slow, so slow,
In the fields between La Bassée and Bethune;
Primroses and the first warm day of Spring,
Red poppy floods of June,
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O suns and skies and clouds of June,
And flowers of June together,
Ye cannot rival for one hour
October's bright blue weather;
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June was not over
Though past the fall,
And the best of her roses
Had yet to blow,
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Gone, I say and walk from church,
refusing the stiff procession to the grave,
letting the dead ride alone in the hearse.
It is June. I am tired of being brave.
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When He smiles,
I smile too,
When He cries,
I cry too
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I work all day,
Said Simple John,
Myself a house to buy.
I work all day,
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By June our brook's run out of song and speed.
Sought for much after that, it will be found
Either to have gone groping underground
(And taken with it all the Hyla breed
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Behind her doors, live a pool of joy.
Whiles smiles cover our face
A mist of confusion
Awaits at our gates
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They laid their hands upon my head,
They stroked my cheek and brow;
And time could heal a hurt, they said,
And time could dim a vow.
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Oh dear poets, dear poets of the world,
Readers make you great, readers decide rank,
Readers make you popular, readers are secular,
No jealousy can hamper, no one can temper,
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An hour with thee! When earliest day
Dapples with gold the eastern gray,
Oh, what can frame my mind to bear
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Too long and quickly have I lived to vow
The woe that stretches me shall never wane,
Too often seen the end of endless pain
To swear that peace no more shall cool my brow.
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You'll love me yet!—and I can tarry
Your love's protracted growing:
June reared that bunch of flowers you carry
From seeds of April's sowing.
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All June I bound the rose in sheaves.
Now, rose by rose, I strip the leaves
And strew them where Pauline may pass.
She will not turn aside? Alas!
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What is he buzzing in my ears?
"Now that I come to die,
Do I view the world as a vale of tears?"
Ah, reverend sir, not I!
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Rubaiyat (3)And, as the cock crew....
Edward FitzGerald (31 March 1809 - 14 June 1883)

And, as the Cock crew, those who stood before
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See, as the prettiest graves will do in time,
Our poet's wants the freshness of its prime;
Spite of the sexton's browsing horse, the sods
Have struggled through its binding osier rods;
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Tide be runnin' the great world over:
'Twas only last June month I mind that we
Was thinkin' the toss and the call in the breast of the lover
So everlastin' as the sea.
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By the first of August
the invisible beetles began
to snore and the grass was
as tough as hemp and was
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~ Al Fresco Imagery ~
Ms. Nivedita
UK
June 18,2010
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Ms. Nivedita
UK
15 June 15,2012
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Genetically brushed
Not by the cover
We know the tale
Beautifully crafted
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June 22, 1897

God of our fathers, known of old—
Lord of our far-flung battle-line—
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Ask me no more where Jove bestows,
When June is past, the fading rose;
For in your beauty's orient deep
These flowers, as in their causes, sleep.
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On days when the world
seems to be getting on top of you,
stop and look around,
give someone a little hug
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Music of whispering trees
Hushed by a broad-winged breeze
Where shaken water gleams;
And evening radiance falling
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'Alone! ' I cried again.
'Alone I am with me!
Lonely in a world of mist
Alone, I reach to touch your wrist
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On a sunny brae, alone I lay
One summer afternoon;
It was the marriage-time of May
With her young lover, June.
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All these my banners be.
I sow my pageantry
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The poor
The homeless
The mother
The father
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Lips sumptuous you have in a way quiet,
Excites me to consume them with a kiss
To give my heart a sensational riot
Of penchant wild, draws me into its abyss.
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She came with April blooms and showers;
We count her little life by flowers.
As buds the rose upon her cheek,
We choose a flower for every week.
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Jimmy Wimbleton listened a first week in June.
Ditches along prairie roads of Northern Illinois
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Your voice, with clear location of June days,
Called me outside the window.You were there,
Light yet composed, as in the just soft stare
Of uncontested summer all things raise
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~ Goggle Us Still? ~
Ms. Nivedita
UK
June 23,2010
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Reality being too thorny for my great personality.
--I found myself nevertheless at my lady's,
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I do not walk alone
for I’m covered by his blood.
He walks with me and talks with me.
My face shines for all to see
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~ From Fathomless Skyline ~
Ms. Nivedita
UK
June 18,2010
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In the wild soft summer darkness
How many and many a night we two together
Sat in the park and watched the Hudson
Wearing her lights like golden spangles
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While....................................walking
on the street............................today
i saw my features.............imprinted
on an elder................woman`s face
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Why did you bring me here?
The sand is white with snow,
Over the wooden domes
The winter sea-winds blow--
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Bland as the morning breath of June
The southwest breezes play;
And, through its haze, the winter noon
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Ho, everyone that thirsteth
And hath the price to give,
Come to the stolen waters,
Drink and your soul shall live.
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In the morning, when it was raining,
Then the birds were hectic and loudy;
Through all the reign is fall's entertaining;
Their singing was erratic and full of disorder:
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Fish (fly-replete, in depth of June,
Dawdling away their wat'ry noon)
Ponder deep wisdom, dark or clear,
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I know, or I think I know, where I was born.
New Plymouth, a city with two sprawling cemeteries,
where I found my grandparents' gravestones at last,
but they were covered in gray lichen and moss.
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I went to the dances at Chandlerville,
And played snap-out at Winchester.
One time we changed partners,
Driving home in the midnight of middle June,
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Life's celestial shores
Traps me! Like prison bars
I fall as a victim
To it's bitter roots
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It was the silver, heart-enveloping view
Of the mysterious sea-line far away,
Seen only on a gleaming gold-white day,
That made it dear and beautiful to you.
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~ Fuss for Un-Gotten why then? ~
Ms. Nivedita
UK
June 18,2010
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Back from the line one night in June,
I gave a dinner at Bethune—
Seven courses, the most gorgeous meal
Money could buy or batman steal.
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I thought poetry is
-nubile beauty where lustfulness decorate unstable life
-nude bathing of a juvenile girl in the raining pond
-wrestle mania game of beauty queen Charlotte Flair
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It's June ag'in, an' in my soul I feel the fillin' joy
That's sure to come this time o' year to every little boy;
For, every June, the Sunday-schools at picnics may be seen,
Where "fields beyont the swellin' floods stand dressed in livin' green";
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I’m grateful Lord that you gave your only son to me.
I’m grateful Lord that I have two eyes in which to see
I’m grateful Lord that I have a loving family
I’m grateful Lord that you love me unconditionally
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Soul comes to play on this earth,
Entering in a body he takes birth.
It is wonder soul doesn't able to know,
He performs action, tries to drink snow.
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~ Newton ~ Einstein ~ Marx ~ Derrida ~
Ms. Nivedita
UK
June 6,2010
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Forget-me-not, I felt how fair you be
the pleasing mien of you still haunts my eyes
though I must stay away from where love lies
so many flies they make it hard to see
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After the uprising of the 17th June
The Secretary of the Writers Union
Had leaflets distributed in the Stalinallee
Stating that the people
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Like a virgin to love
I felt a miracle for the first time
As your presence touched my life
You gave my heart joy it never had
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When I was young my heart and head were light,
And I was gay and feckless as a colt
Out in the fields, with morning in the may,
Wind on the grass, wings in the orchard bloom.
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What can a yellow glove mean in a world of motorcars and governments?
I was small, like everyone. Life was a string of precautions: Don’t kiss the squirrel before you bury him, don’t suck candy, pop balloons, drop watermelons, watch TV.
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For this—accepted Breath—
Through it—compete with Death—
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I want more lives in which to love
This world so full of beauty,
I want more days to use the ways
I know of doing duty;
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Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Where are you hiding me?
That face is not the one I recall.
It’s not the me I seem to be.
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Like roses on a bed
Two come together as one
Dancing to a beat
Circulating with
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weary lot is thine, fair maid,
A weary lot is thine!
To pull the thorn thy brow to braid,
And press the rue for wine.
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All I can say is--I saw it!
The room was as bare as your hand.
I locked in the swarth little lady,--I swear,
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‘FALL in! Now get a move on.’ (Curse the rain.)
We splash away along the straggling village,
Out to the flat rich country, green with June...
And sunset flares across wet crops and tillage,
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Try to praise the mutilated world.
Remember June's long days,
and wild strawberries, drops of wine, the dew.
The nettles that methodically overgrow
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Thrice welcome from the Land of Flowers
And golden-fruited orange bowers
To this sweet, green-turfed June of ours!
To her who, in our evil time,
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Talk not of sad November, when a day
Of warm, glad sunshine fills the sky of noon,
And a wind, borrowed from some morn of June,
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An emergency brake
and noise of motor horn.
No, no, they did not
bring me to a stop,
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While I, that reed-throated whisperer
Who comes at need, although not now as once
A clear articulation in the air,
But inwardly, surmise companions
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…And It Was Her Summer


“Go back to the children’s home, she said I have no work and
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I sent you a kiss
via air, alas
The wind was not
In your direction!
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~ Infinite ~ ‘I Am’! ~
Ms. Nivedita
UK
June 28,2010.
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Every twenty first of June is an International Yoga Day,
This year two thousand nineteen it will be held on Friday.
Yoga is derived from Sanskrit word, it means to unite or join'
‘Meditation' in English we say, it is valuable than coin.
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LO! in thine honest eyes I read
The auspicious beacon that shall lead,
After long sailing in deep seas,
To quiet havens in June ease.
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Out of the window a sea of green trees
   Lift their soft boughs like the arms of a dancer;
They beckon and call me, "Come out in the sun!"
   But I cannot answer.
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My little daughter is a tea-rose,
Satin to the touch,
Wine to the lips,
And a faint, delirious perfume.
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June 22, 1611

THE SHALLOP ON HUDSON BAY
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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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The country ever has a lagging Spring,
Waiting for May to call its violets forth,
And June its roses--showers and sunshine bring,
Slowly, the deepening verdure o'er the earth;
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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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Up here, with June, the sycamore throws
Across the window a whispering screen;
I shall miss the sycamore more I suppose,
Than anything else on this earth that is out in green.
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