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Love Poems About August or August Love Poems
by Vijay Pandit |
Categories: bird, family, love,

Beak to beak

A tiny yellow bird, tiny beak,
Sits on a tiny branch
Of a big green tree,
Taps its feet, chirps, hops,
joyful, playful, circles around,
Lands on the deck post,
Agitated, loud and louder,
Aiming to snap the piece of bread
I tossed on the deck.
A big yellow bird 
On the big green tree roars:
beware of humans;
Zooming in,
Grabbing the piece of bread.
I get angry at the big bird
Until I see them together
On the big green tree
Sharing their love
Beak to beak.

August  2017
HM: Strand choice B by Brian Strand


by Silent One |
Categories: angst, love, solitude,

Solitude is my Silent Saviour

No one understands the reason for living, many prefer to receive without giving. In a world full of selfish behaviour, solitude has become my silent saviour. Instruments are repressed without musicians, as some kill the music before auditions. My harp cares not for words about tradition, ignores fake applause for romantic fiction. Love is a way of life, yet some bring it shame, mercy cannot sin, feelings are not a game. People point fingers to those without a name, what will they do when there's no one left to blame? I'm no Romeo, I need no Juliet, I've loved and lost, broken hearts I still regret.
Silent Sonnet Silent One 24 August 2019

by Nina Parmenter |
Categories: emotions, joy, poetry, poets,

A poet feels

A poet feels in metaphors
and images. A poet pours
their inner world into the air
and innocently leaves it there,
untethered. A poet stores 

their love in dactyls, bares their flaws
in anapaests, fights inner wars
in verse, and all a mind can bear
a poet feels.

A poet never once ignores
the seam of bliss that underscores 
the world. They paint its lines with flair,
excited that their words can share
such joy - for all the eye adores
a poet feels.


1 August 2019
For Charles Messina’s Rondeau Contest
Note: English accent! Metaphors / pours / stores / flaws / wars / ignores / underscores / adores all end in the same “ors” sound.

by A.O. Taner |
Categories: august, beach, beautiful, cool, crush, deep, destiny, devotion, fantasy, feelings, first love, fishing, freedom, funny love, future, girlfriend, hope, i love you, i miss you, journey, joy, judgement, lost love, love, love hurts, meaningful, miracle, ocean, people, places, romance, sea, sensual, simple, spiritual, water, women, world,

Hope

Don't rush to wash off the sea salt 
drying on your skin;
the hopes it carries from other oceans,
those remain yet to be seen.

by Elaine George |
Categories: death, lost love, love,

In the Autumn of my Life

I walk
through flames
of autumns’ sweet refrain-

That break beneath
a weight too much
to bear-

Where-
I tread in solitude
and mourning there-

Along a path 
of maple trees
and scented air-

As
I recall the life 
that we once shared-

~~~

And in 
the twilight hours
I see
the beauty of it all-

In every
autumn leaf
that softly falls-


~~~~~


In loving memory of:
My Father  - Harold George
Oct 27, 1927 - August 11, 2003

by Raul Moreno |
Categories: love

Mr. Moon and Ms. Night

An August night waits,
For the setting of the sun.
Sparkles light her eyes,
When sunset has begun.

A romantic ambiance,
Moon nestles with the night.
Waiting to cast his love,
Of radiating light.

Reflections over waters,
The moon blushes with a glow.
Embracing one another with,
The love they both bestow.

A secret rendezvous,
Between Ms. lady night.
Dancing with her love,
As his poem's, he recites.

by Susan Ashley |
Categories: appreciation, beauty, love,

Under Your Influence


In a state of awareness that transcends time and distance I swaddled you in the folds of my being feeling the pure bliss of being saturated in love I poured my love out for you of sweet dreams gifted in silvery streams as I held your tender breath to my breast - that you were beautifully oblivious only served to further enthrall my exalted emotions and your innocent influence acted upon my destiny. Susan Ashley August 5, 2018

by CayCay Jennings |
Categories: desire, destiny, emotions, faith, heart, sky, soulmate,

Promise

Promise
Moon held and made
bathed-beams of love sonnets
dried by sun's own romantic pledge
of streamed warm rays on love's future solace ~
As days then nights honed my prayers
my pain slow climbed sky stairs
and found you there
Promise




... CayCay Jennings
August 31, 2018


by John Gondolf |
Categories: loneliness, longing, love,

Aching for Love

She sits alone in quiet of the night as thoughts of him wrap ‘round her yearning heart, and whispers ‘cross her skin; her flesh excites while longing for his touch when they’re apart. She yearns to gaze into his eyes of blue while feeling his caress engulf her soul, and have their hearts eclipse as love renews; she longs for his return to make her whole. She reaches for her parchment and her quill to iterate her feelings and her doubts; for him to know her longing thoughts instill, and from this poet's pen, a poem pours out, “My lonely spirit aches while you’re away, and longs to feel your love as hearts replay.”
August 30, 2018

by Line Gauthier |
Categories: father, love, nature, nostalgia, spiritual, surreal, tribute,

THE ROAD TO MY FATHER'S HOUSE



The road to my father’s house
Is paved with hills and valleys
Outstretched horizons
And sunfilled crystal skies
How he loved the land
Each slope each field
With a consuming veneration
Fueled with layers of history
And virtuous sweat of ancestors
There’s a serenity within me
Sublime that swells as I get closer
Except my eyes aim higher now
Slightly above the horizon
Somewhere behind the clouds
Above the hills and valleys



Submitted on January 3, 2020 for contest STRAND SELECT 3 sponsored by BRIAN STRAND  -  HONORABLE MENTION

Originally posted on August 6, 2019

by jl sadberry |
Categories: angel, autumn, birth, universe,

A Zillion Stars

August eighth nineteen thirty-seven her tiny Spirit thus landed on
This distant planet, within a parallel universe her newborne galaxy..
Ancient eyes gazing as yet but another of their own; Celestial's child ?






* ...."Lawana Faye Workman-Sadberry, Born August 8th, 1937, 'Her Beauty,' 
A Journey Unto Love's Stars, May 16th, 2013 * 'I Love You Mom,' Always.... *


by Richard Lamoureux |
Categories: betrayal, change, desire, emotions,

The Kiss - reverse poem

When you kissed me
A fool fell in love
I became weak in the knees
The world revolved around your halo
Angel eyes captured my imagination
Like Einstein I discovered relativity 
Wisdom had been my lonely pathway
Drunk on independent thought
Wondering if those lips would part for me
Wanting to breathe your breath
Gazing longingly 
I looked towards you
So quickly
You looked away 
my heart sank
When you kissed another boy


Don't forget to read it in reverse.


Reverse poem written for Craig Cornish's contest.
August 11/2013

by Dorian Petersen Potter |
Categories: angel, beautiful, emotions, love,

My Dearest Darling - The Cinquain Style

~ My Dearest Darling ~ ( Cinquain Double ) Here just Dreaming of you Kissing you, loving you 'Neath full moon, stars, day, night, all time My Love You are My shining star My only one true love My love for you will always glow So true. Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 copyright@2017
August.29.2017 “Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.” - Mark Twain- ~Author's Notes: The " Cinquain " is a poetry form or style developed by the Imagist poet, Adelaide Crapsey.

by Sunshine Smile |
Categories: august, beauty, good morning, nature,

- Painting The Sun Yellow -


In case I've forgotten it
I wish you a lovely morning
Fill your coffee cup with sunshine
With glory and grace
A soft whispering sunshine
is surrounded with love
A fountain refreshing in your face

Of this beauty
I photograph this picture in my soul
and hiding it for dark winter days
The silence, the sun, the smell of honeysuckle
and flames of the northern lights
Yellow sunshine and blue sky, I want to paint
Nature's wonders, is forever dear












18.08.2017
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved

by Dorian Petersen Potter |
Categories: angel, beautiful, love, night,

Beautiful Moonlight - The Cinquain Style

~Beautiful Moonlight~ (Cinquain) I love To watch the moon With all the beautiful Very enchanting stars that glow At night They bring Much love, romance And are much fun to watch Spreading in all the hearts their love Magic. Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 copyright@2016
August.26.2016 ~Author's Notes: The " Cinquain " is a poetry form or style developed by the Imagist poet, Adelaide Crapsey.

by Viv Wigley |
Categories: humor,

The Ballad of Connie Marcum Wong

An idiom by which she's always stuck
is 'having one's head buried in a book'
The truth behind it, she was unprepared
that morning as she went to climb the stairs.
Stopping to lift a bottle, bad mistake
especially when one isn't quite awake
her balance gone, could not control herself
now plunging headlong into the book shelf.
Bruised head, bruised knees,bruised pride was quite enough,
thankfully, make-up would disguise the scuffs.
But then she only went and made it worse
by saying that it would make a good verse.

Hopefully next time she will be wiser
and not tell me, but tell 'Trip Advisor'

29th August 2016
With love, Connie, from Viv x

by Carolyn Devonshire |
Categories: faith, hope, love,

Blessed Trio

“Hope springs eternal” a wise elder said to me I never forgot a strong cornerstone of faith hope is found when needed most I did not “find God” faith was always part of me in good times or bad faith allows us to feel love even for those who are foes love is amply strewn by all who have hope and faith the blessed trio travel lifelong together escort us to heaven’s gate
*Written August 25, 2014

by Verlena S. Walker |
Categories: age, angst, bereavement, body, change, crazy, stress,

PrEmAtUrE aGiNg

pReMaTuRe AgInG
an older woman and a younger man are a trix in between because as his love blooms he sees himself aging. _________________________|
penned on august 31, 2014!

by Demetrios Trifiatis |
Categories: love, romance,

I HELD HER IN MY ARMS





I held her in my trembling arms for the
   
First time


And 


The unfailing sensation, of embracing 

The cosmos, I felt! 


 

© Demetrios Trifiatis
    20 August 2015


POD

by CayCay Jennings |
Categories: daughter, father, war,

VIETNAM VICTIM

DEDICATED TO MY FATHER, (R) COLONEL WILLIAM C. GODWIN / 1931 - 1998



Leaving for a year
to nightmare and fear
he came to say goodbye
or at least to try.

I did not speak,
didn’t open my eyes,
an unknown fear
had me paralyzed.

My Father full-blown,
a force in uniform
is memory that haunts,
fulfilling neither’s wants.

My pretend sleep,
him standing above -
we should have spoken,
held and shown love.

I only peaked 
at my Father’s face.
This sadness won’t leave,
I still crave embrace.

Did he know, did he realize,
his ten-year-old was alert 
behind closed eyes?  Did Dad 
also regret what I cannot forget?





August 16, 2015



by Laura Breidenthal |
Categories: beauty, blessing, growing up, growth, life, love, peace,

December

Delving in the dreamy depths, I look up
Endearing all who behold my expressive eyes.
Crawling into the dark to see contrast of light,
Embers glow immaculately in my stupor.
Married to the tenderness and comfort of family,
Brave I am to stand in the wilderness of the unknown.
Even in content I confess,
Remembering the cold is what helps me cherish the warmth within.

December 13th, 1993
written: August 10, 2015
For the contest, "Birth Month Acrostics"
Sponsored by: Charlotte Jade Puddifoot

by Emile Pinet |
Categories: august, emotions, feelings, hurt, imagery, love,

All I Can Do

As fear fills empty eyes
a frown contorts your face.
For it’s hard to believe
you forgot your own name.
Yet as you shrink inside
all I can do is weep.

Your identity’s gone
only a shell remains.
And stripped of dignity
you struggle with your shame.
Yet in spite of your pain
all I can do is weep.

You’re lost within a maze
and can’t find your way out.
For confusion stalks you,
stealing your hopes and dreams.
Yet though I’m losing you
all I can do is weep.

Dwindling into fragments
you die a bit each day.
And your hours are endured
silently in despair.
Yet cause it’s Alzheimer’s
all I can do is weep.

by John Hamilton |
Categories: love, romantic, soulmate, together, true love,

A love built on trust

A love built on trust

Our love flutters on calypso breezes,
cruising on the tropic of Capricorn
All of our anxieties it eases,
as mango sun wakes us this August morn

Passionate dew glistens on sun kissed skin 
as we gaze at skies of peaches and cream
your essence incites desires within
We're enamored in this tropical dream

This is no cruise ship infatuation
We confess and reveal history's scars
tethered together in hearts migration
Promising love, under the moon and stars

Shooting stars ricochet through cosmic dust
Heavenly signs that our love's built on trust


John Derek Hamilton
July 13,2017






by Faye Gibson |
Categories: love, romantic,

Whisper Allouette

Whisper sweetly, dear,
secrets I would hear,
loving tones my worn heart craves;
softly let them sing
like an angel's wings
gently fall and rise in praise.

Hover like a dove,
covering with love; 
nectar from the lilies bleed.
Lie beside of me,
feeding, tenderly,
whispers to my heart's deep need.

Copyright, August 31, 2014
Faye Lanham Gibson

by Lynn Marie |
Categories: emotions, heart, i miss you, loss, love, september, soldier,

four years

lying in the tangled white sheets
hair mussed i can still feel your touch
where you loved me and i loved you.

your scar on the side of your cheek
a piece of shrapnel embedded
you said you'd come home in a week.

it's august now  come september
four years exactly you've been gone
your heart forever within her.









08-23-2016