Today the sun fires out from further away
with a strained burn traveling
through a moist sky
Arriving with enough energy to
play with the trees

Light rides along the ripples of a lazy river as
Koi float between the reflections of the
branches above to 

cruise with the clouds.

Late afternoon shadows grow silent as a
savage chill slowly devours the remains of the
dry summers stubborn heat.

Organic designs rust over in a brilliant decline.
The scent of a rising storm rushes into
a deep breath on a harsh breeze that

rustles the rain toasted leaves of autumn.

Henry C
Ifeanyi Oct 2016

Is any more caressing
than the blissful feel
of an August wind

Howling with its might
sending cold shivers
to trees, plants, and beings

Is any more soothing
than the gentle touch
of an August rain

Fuzzy little drops
erasing the thoughts
of yesterdays pain

Is any more saddening
than the worry-ful thoughts
of August last days

The trees reclining
As the breeze declines

and such brings forth
an earnest yearning
to see August once again.

Where i'm from, there are 2 weather seasons in a year, the rainy and dry seasons.

When i was younger, there's a period i looked forward to each year during the rainy seasons(April - September) called "AUGUST BREAK", it's a rainy seasonal break during the month of August, where the rain drops becomes lighter, the wind is stronger, the atmosphere more jovial, lots of kids playing around cause this period interferes with the holidays, and you feel nothing but glad to be alive.
annie l hayes Sep 2016

It is in Septembers, Octobers, and Novembers
That Autumn dresses up,
Adorned in warm, golden tones of color,
And waltzes with her prince, The Fall Wind.
But when the clock strikes twelve,
Winter comes along with her December and January Winds,
Snatching up Autumn’s bright apparel
And clothing her in nothing but somber tatters.
Autumn keeps quiet, until the first rays
Of Spring’s long awaited sunshine
Touches the depths of Winter’s dark dungeon.
Autumn is showered with Spring’s rain,
And is coaxed into fashioning a new dress
With the same warm, golden tones of color,
But, this time, in a different pattern.
It is Summer’s sunshine, now, that assists Autumn,
With an occasional July thunderstorm to help form the new dress.
August passes by to give his opinion, and Autumn is finally ready.
For it is in Septembers, Octobers, and Novembers
That Autumn dresses up,
Adorned in warm, golden tones of color,
to waltz with her prince, The Fall Wind.

Bailey Martin Aug 2016

I just want to be held for the rest of my life
.
he came back
.
and I love him...more than friends...more than anything actually
.
downtown dates
.
off to Cali again
.
when my ears pop on a plane, which sounds are the real ones?
.
good morning to me
.
my baby, my baby, my baby...
.
75 and going through her rebellious stage
.
Amish dresses
.
I still can't believe that he's back
.
nearly 200 love songs
.
hot and dry, just how I like it
.
dramatic and beautiful, mustache and all
.
home again
.
this whole town is us
.
nobody finds a four leafed clover by searching for it
.
terrified
.
fridge magnets with no meaning give me stale grey flashbacks
.
and enter...fluorescent hell
.

collection of lines from August of 2016
Jordan Rains Aug 2016

Hi, guys!

The topic we choose for this month's contest was Friendship.

Thanks to everyone who participated. We received 21 entries this time. It's good.

Those who missed the contest this time, don't worry, I'll announce topic for next month's contest on 1st of September.

Special thanks to Kristy Renae Dalton. She submitted 4 poems. But I'm not thanking her for that. Because of her, poets like Pamela, Pradip, and anu participated this competition. You know, she added their poems to this collection. Thanks for doing that. (:

Our four fantastic critics:
1) David Mungoshi
2) Walter W Hoelbling
3) Lady RF
4) Sydney Rivers

Thank, thanks, thanks, thanks!

Here is the list of poems we received this month:

1) Friendship Is a Flower Sweet By Stephanie
2) Beautiful Friend By Stephanie
3) Friendship's Footprints By Stephanie
4) A Ship By Prathipa Nair
5) To a Person's Infinity By Ashmita Agrahari
6) On Friendship By Karishma
7) Aboard Friendship, WE Set Sail with You By Kristy Renae Dalton
8) Farewell to a friend By Randy Mcpeek
9) Friendship Palindrome By Kristy Renae Dalton
10) With You By Karishma
11) Friendship By Valsa George
12) Friend Within By Kristy Renae Dalton
13) Grieving With a Friend By Pamela Rae
14) A Friend By Pradip Chattopadhyay
15) Deceit & Betrayal - A Broken Boat By Star Gazer
16) Friendship. By Dereaux
17) FRIENDS Acrostic (4x7) By Kristy Renae Dalton
18) Let's just be friends By LeV3e
19) Blood, Sweat, and Friends... By Jules Winerose
20) An Encourager By K-mari AJani Jones
21) FRIEND!! By anu


Our critics shortlisted 7 poems out of this.

They are:

Grieving With a Friend By Pamela Rae
Friendship by Valsa George
Aboard Friendship, WE Set Sail with You by Kristy Renae Dalton
Friend Within By Kristy Renae Dalton
Beautiful Friend By Stephanie
A Friend by Pradip Chattopadhyay
Deceit & Betrayal - A Broken Boat By Star Gazer





OK, Third place goes to....














Drumroll, please...
Third place goes to....













Deceit & Betrayal - A Broken Boat By Star Gazer
AND
Aboard Friendship by Kristy Renae Dalton



Congrats Kristy and Star Gazer.. (:

















Second place goes to:


















Friendship by Valsa George
Congrats, Valsa!













Ok, ok, everybody.
And the winner is......






















Beautiful Friend By Stephanie

A big round of applause for Stephanie. Great job. Congrats!




Bye for now! See you soon.

http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1726051/beautiful-friend/
William A Poppen Aug 2016

Some days
the wind blows in
gentle massaging gusts

Today a temporary
wisp rushes
through the tall
oak leaf hydrangea
pushing the brown and green
branches dressed for August
to wave at me through the window

Saying no more
it dances away
like a ruby throated
hummingbird seeking
it's nectar

wind, august, breeze, hummingbird
Haiku Hank Aug 2016

lazy summer night
fireflies flitting around
sipping some sweet tea

Egeria Litha Aug 2016

Something new to appreciate
Spider webs in sunlight
The sun angles different ways to shine
Something new to own
A desire long past having
REALIZED

Just two months ago
I was living in an apartment
Not enough Windows to let the light in
Asked neighbors if I could plant
roses and lavender on their land
Because I wanted to support life
Be a mother to the Mother

Relationships led me to the Red Woods
The community dog blending in with the trees
She guards my tent at night you see
Giant crystals on logs surrounding me
White Owl flies over a dug out hole
For me to bleed
Next to Ganesha hung on a tree
Giving back to the Mother
Ground and Release

And so today is the best day
I have ever had because it is today
And I am a Goddess of this Forest

1 | 31 Poems for August 2016

Before I put my words and wishes in a poem, I put them in a prayer first.
Luyanda once told me that I don’t always have to rhyme every time I write these words down.
She also regularly told me that I need to smile twice as much as I frown.
I have been a loner, way before my peers began smoking marijuana.
Sitting in the local park or standing on some dodgy neighbourhood corner.
But I can’t judge them, sometimes I want to get lost in those same clouds too.
They all get so high to the point where they cannot even see the ground.
I’m from the city where jacaranda trees light up the streets with their purple blooms, but I’ve told you before.
Spoken words filled with so much truth, I had to reiterate the quotes I wrote back in my youth.
You need to know the value of life before it gets taken away from you.
Will you be a victim of the past or pay homage to your mother’s womb?
View the kaleidoscope of life through the perspective of a spoken-word poet.
Freedom and love are like finding forever and I hope that everyone in my life knows it.
Let’s all meet in the pages of a story where the ink always holds us together.
Every poem of mine is written from the heart so every single word you hear is guaranteed to be a pulse.
I have been a loner, way before my peers began smoking marijuana.
Before I put my words and wishes in a poem, I put them in a prayer first.
Luyanda once told me that I don’t always have to rhyme every time I write these words down.
She also regularly told me that I need to smile twice as much as I frown.
I’m Lonnie Lynn with the poetry and maybe that explains why we have a lot in common.
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