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Death Poems About August

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Poem Details | by Sandra Adams |
Categories: august, autumn, death, september, summer,

Fading from life

it’s always august’s end
september’s beginning
that bothers me the most

i feel that brush of cool air
press against me
like a kiss on dead lips

the trees are now painted 
a sunset’s reflection
but all i see is red
in summer’s end

the leaves dance gracefully
beneath the winds
one last time
before they fall

the trees will soon stand 
blank of life
like you and you and you
and my mind
as i remember
each ending
as i watched them 
fall from life
amongst summer’s end


Poem Details | by brittney lopez |
Categories: absence, abuse, addiction, adventure, age, allegory, america, angel, angst, animal, anniversary, april, art, august, autumn, baby, baptism, baseball, basketball, beach, beautiful, beauty, bereavement, best friend, betrayal, bible, bird, birth, birthday, black african american, body, books, boyfriend, car, celebration, childhood, children, city, class, computer, conflict, dad, emotions,

This is me

My knees were the things that 
kept me up and my skin is my 
cutting board my eyes are the 
rain clouds to the fire running 
down my arms and my heart is 
the fire place that keeps me 
burning so calm

Poem Details | by Smail Poems |
Categories: abuse, allah, anger, angst, anniversary, august, basketball, beautiful, bereavement, betrayal,


A devil
Evil spirit
Regarded as cruel
The jealousy

Poem Details | by Smail Poems |
Categories: art, august, beach, beautiful, bereavement, birthday, black african american, child,


Fluffy floppy furball
Chewie chompie carnivorous
Nom nom nom

Poem Details | by Ezekiel Adodo |
Categories: absence, age, angel, anti bullying, august, baseball, bereavement,

Food Poisoning

My God, i cant stay quiet,
for i took the wrong diet,

maybe i should have cooked it,
but impatience made me eat,

could not wait for lunch,
for i was hungry that much,

the dished passed across my nose,
waking up my hunger dose.

pass me the dish please,
i said with ease,

for i am hungry,
and when am hungry i get angry.

A thrust into the plate,
with great ecstasy i ate,

feeling happy,
each spoon had a different story.

Things later went sour,
felt bad at the wrong hour,

vomiting, my stomach broken,
whats the cause: food poison.

EzyFabanatu All Rights Reserved © 28th
March, 2014

Poem Details | by brittney lopez |
Categories: absence, abuse, addiction, allah, allegory, angel, anger, angst, april, art, august, baseball, basketball, best friend, birthday, books, cousin, culture, dad, death, depression, desire, dream, drink, education, emo, eulogy, faith,


They say the sun shines on the skin of a goddess her hair dark filled with flowers and her skin of silk,
When you see her don't let her go she will treat u like a god and run her silk hands against the ruffness of your skin she will show u the right way to enlightenment her eyes golden brown so deep you can get lost she can see right through you and know the depth of your soul she will speak words so smooth softer then the wind 
Skin so smooth the sun follows her every move.

Poem Details | by Robert Lindley |
Categories: angel, change, dedication, farewell, grief, lost love, time,

Night Of The August Moon

Night Of The August Moon

She loved and left all too soon
my lover from nights of the August moon
Hair so black with eyes so blue
we joined, we fell in deep love , we two

Time stood still as we demand
our hearts beat in each other's hand
Dawns birthed new days of thrills
we roamed the valleys and forested hills

Ages passed in those blissful days
hold out against life's mysterious ways
Fate sent its messenger to cast
a separation that sadly did forever last

Sun is black each day at high noon
 as I cry for my lover of The August Moon

Robert J. Lindley,  1/1-2015

Poem Details | by Michael Miers |
Categories: absence, age, angel, anti bullying, august, baseball, bereavement,


Patiently waiting in a line
eyeballed an wary
harsh barking of subterranean cultures
standing weary and inured
to the rotten
the rotten

inside the high walls and wire, the weighted stone of
the convicted

existing like convicts

Poem Details | by Anthony O. Mitchell Jr. |
Categories: age, april, august, autumn, beautiful, beauty, boat, change, death, february, happy, imagination, introspection, january, journey, july, june, life, nature, november, october, summer, tree, winter,

If I Shall Grow Old 2K13

If these eyes shall become blinded, and if this
hair shall come to be combed thinly and grey;
No, it would not be the end of the world.
I would still see beauty therein this world through
the songs of Crickets and Feathered Songsters.
The breeze would yet whisper and trees still dance.
I would yet smell the freshly bloom of Spring.
I'd still endure Summer's sweltering heat.
I'd yet feel Autumn's leaves crunch 'neath these toes.
I'd still long to be fireside with Winter.
Disabled or not, perhaps I'd yet walk
therein wonderful imagination.
How I'd be forever young at heart!
Then just as one journey came to an end,
I'd indeed greet another with a smile.

Poem Details | by Omar Hachmi |
Categories: absence, august, creation, culture, death of a friend, desire, devotion,


I am honored to extend my personal creations each lovers of articles and thoughts and love letters that  pin up my blog, which I will start publishing the establishment of God's creations that I typed. 

Author: Omar Hachmi 
Age: 17 years 
City: Rachidia (Morocco) 
Level mode: the final year of the baccalaureate

Author : Omar Hachmi

Poem Details | by Robert Ronnow |
Categories: august, autumn, grief, june, moon, remember, summer,

Late Summer

It has been beautiful, late August, full moon
a million crickets following
a million fireflies in June, 
a million May peepers. Immersed
in insect, amphibian cycles, I am a mammal, drugged, 
crossing the road, car approaching
fast, unnoticed.

I would choose to die in late summer.
So that my wife would have autumn, intense, 
to grieve by, 
snowy bandages with which to bind the wound, 
and spring to reawaken into.
Summer to remember that she's loved.

Poem Details | by Suyash Saxena |
Categories: august, autumn, beauty, color, creation, dark, death, emotions, eve, fantasy, goodbye, happiness, image, imagination, morning, mountains, senses,

Autumn Leaves

Trees shed

Their Autumn Leaves.


Autumn Leaves-

That fall,

That twirl

And then embrace the ground.


Autumn Leaves-

That flood

The pathways I tread

And the horizon I see.


Amidst them, I halt

Amongst them, I sit,

Stare and admire

Them as they shower from trees.


I listen to them,

As they rustle,

And cuddle

In the soothing autumn breeze.


Wondrous it is to listen

To the tales they tell,

Tales spelled in their toungless accents

Tales that are the soul of each of those

Falling, twirling, rustling

Autumn Leaves.

Poem Details | by Motloang Matabane |
Categories: death, faith, august,

Welcomed Home

Sarah Adams 14 August 1848

Conrad Aiken 17 August 1973

Kinsley Amis 22 October 1995

Allen Gingsberg 5 April 1997

Pablo Nerudo 23 September 1973

Walt Whitman 26 March 1892

I hope it is not too soon that i too

Am welcomed home

Poem Details | by HGarvey Daniel Esquire |
Categories: death, lost love, love, wife

August 25, 1971 - Part 5 -

LOVE stands still , the Sun does not set in SORROW
The deep Caribbean Sea took LENORE from Me 
In a Rainbow, Her Soul lies hidden in Kaleidoscope, Coral


                       To Be Continue


Poem Details | by HGarvey Daniel Esquire |
Categories: death, history, lost love, love, wife

August,25th,1971 - Part 2

The Flashes, YOUR About to See
Are Memories, of LENORE and Me

When I said :  “ I DO “, I meant “ I DO “
How Well I Know, YOU  Meant it “ TOO “


Dedicated, in LOVING Memory; To my Wife
  “ Lenore Ellen (Adams) JOHNSON “

Poem Details | by HGarvey Daniel Esquire |
Categories: death, life, lost love, love, wifeday, love, me,

August,25, 1971 - Part 4

Can You Remember;  the day YOUR Voice, Died; to my Ears
To Lose my Wife  Lenore :  on Our Wedding Day all Those Years

Reminisce : in the History of  Forever : “ The Day; the Dead, Survive “
How much more I want to “ LOVE YOU “ for that’s what Keeps me Alive

I  Know YOU Will ALWAYS LOVE Me  with All My LOVE for YOU
My Tears are unfulfilled Dreams; Crying for the Memory of my LOVE " YOU "

                                     A Dedication To Eternal LOVE

Poem Details | by Probir Gupta |
Categories: assonance, august, bereavement, image, inspiration, life, morning,

Morning 7

security guard 
Her night shift now ends at 8
a yawning morning
Kolkata, June 16, 2016

Poem Details | by HGarvey Daniel Esquire |
Categories: death, life, lost love, love, philosophy, wife

August 25th, 1971 - Part 3 -

A Tear scars my cheek, With no Time to Think
I watched My MOST BELOVED LENORE --  “ DIE “
Thrown Overboard, by a Boom not  tied 
                The Tears I Cried

                     To Be Continued, if YOU Like??
YOUR Liege ALWAYS and FOREVER; HG ( Harry )

Poem Details | by HGarvey Daniel Esquire |
Categories: death, love, wife

August 25, 1971 - Part 6 -

The ripples at the stern of the ship, Air bubbles rise no more
In the depths of the Caribbean Sea, I Lost My Love : LENORE

My Heart and Mind in Unison, decided they could be :
The One’s that Swim from Shore to Shore, and bring Lenore back to Me

The Captain hands me a Transparent White Veil ,they found floating on the Sea
A tear in his eye, He Salutes: his Dress White Gloves wipe flowing Tears from me

            YOUR Liege, With LOVE, ALWAYS and FOREVER...HG ( Harry )
                                        To Be Continued

Poem Details | by ur mom |
Categories: allah, august, best friend, bird, boyfriend, eulogy,


E eternal suffering

X x-rays before you go in (for phones)

A agony

M maths was today


Poem Details | by J. I. Thomas F. |
Categories: august, death, future, nature,


The autumn air, it goes … somewhere?
Chiller strains intrude upon basking heat.
What once was green no longer lives so fair. 
Mother’s tax for merriment we did cheat. 

Her herald, ignored, returns once again.
Gloomy prophet of blank nihilism.
Living, then dying, so let it begin. 
Reap them all, O coming cataclysm!

Happiness now, it seems a doctored lie.
Fair fruit, rotting between my teeth. 
I feel the shift upon my skin, I die—
At the mere fear of sinking in beneath.

For all our efforts, we succumb and freeze.
I know my fate; I fall upon my knees.

24 August 2016

Poem Details | by teddy BArnabas |
Categories: africa, animal, april, august, baseball, bereavement, bird,

Slowly my problems change for better

My troubles dim over time. 
As I age everything gets well.
I wrote my previous story in a letter for people to tell. 
In the end everything did end swell. 
Eventually my troubles all die. 

Poem Details | by jan oskar hansen |
Categories: age, august, death, desire,

ancient hamlet

Ancient Hamlet

Houses around me are emptying, the old reaching 
the age of dying, are passing away.  A timeworn man 
went missing on Monday he was found miles away 
by the police who drove him back home, he had tried 
to flee didn’t know where and he had no money.
Behind locked doors in darkened rooms he tries to 
stave off the preordained. The sunlight, unbearable
reminds him of future suns he will not live to see, or 
for that matter, the rain that falls.  When a car stops he 
shakes with fear, is it a hearse coming for him? Voices 
of happy children are like derision of his elderliness.
He longs for peace but fear death’s cruel endlessness. 

Poem Details | by Jimmi Canada |
Categories: august, betrayal, break up, change, first love, forgiveness, games, goodbye, grief, hope, i am, imagery, places, poets, proposal, spoken word, storm, teacher, war, wind,

Not like this


intimating sanctions,

sailing you to make-shifts,

assailing with blank lips-

I rock Hetty,
while she make's a day-list,

I'm rock steady,
but she's having her hanky tins.

We both have a family-
they all have flailing limbs,

why can't we get along on a train we ask?

But soon lose to space ships

Poem Details | by Neldy Jolo |
Categories: allah, angel, august, birthday, blue, body, brother,


Everyone is mourning. 
The whole nation is crying. 
The world is weeping. 
Allah knows everything. 
The lost MH17 we are praying. 
Allah will help to ease this thing.
Allahu Akbar!
Salam jumaat!