Every single month is different, and each has their own charms. Some people love the Spring; others worship the sun; still others are not happy until it is winter. But what about poems for these months? What if there were poems about August, so that people who love the end of the summer could celebrate their favourite month? Well, actually you have hit the jackpot!
The following poems have been chosen because they represent the month of August – whether that is in the soft, late summer warmth or the abundance of the fruits and vegetables that will start to be harvested. Have a good scroll through, and we are sure that you will find the perfect poem for you, that represents your love for this halcyon month. Poetry is a truly amazing art form – they can be in the form of long, epic sagas, or a few lines of a Haiku. Whatever your preference, have a read through and you may even discover a new style of writing that you didn’t know about before. Or, you may be inspired to write your own poetry about August! Just try to make sure that you are writing from a hammock, with a delicious cocktail or cup of tea close to hand.
Poems about August are also a really great gift to give to someone who was born in this part of the year – they may have every gift under the sun, but do they have the gift of a poem? I doubt it! Read them one of these beauties, and you will be sure to make their year. You can, of course, give yourself the gift of poetry – have a scroll through our collection, and you will be sure to find wonderful poems that sum up the end of summer.
Poems About August
August Days
Author: E. Bowles
August days in golden light,
Drift like dreams from noon to night,
Cicadas hum, the warm breeze plays,
In lazy, sun-soaked, endless haze.
The skies wear blue with cotton seams,
And children chase their fading dreams,
Of sprinklers, sand, and sweet sun tea,
Of climbing high in every tree.
The fields are brushed with amber tones,
As dusk paints shadows on the stones,
The scent of grass and ripened fruit
Floats softly in the evening’s suit.
Barbecues and starlit skies,
With fireflies and lullabies,
A fleeting peace, a final call,
Before the first leaves start to fall.
So linger here, in August’s grace,
In nature’s slow and warm embrace,
For soon September’s cooler breeze
Will whisper through the restless trees.
Ballad of August and the Wild
Author: P. Smiley
Oh come and hear the August song,
Where rivers hum and winds belong,
The meadows bloom in golden fire,
And sun and sky in peace conspire.
The oaks stand proud in quiet fields,
Their branches heavy with summer’s yields,
The crickets sing their twilight tune,
Beneath the watchful amber moon.
The fox moves slow through yellow wheat,
While shadows curl around his feet,
And deer tread soft by willow streams,
Like ghosts within the fading beams.
The air is thick with ripened days,
With bees that hum in lazy praise,
The wildflowers sway with gentle pride,
In August’s hush, they do not hide.
The thunder sleeps, the storms retreat,
As sun pours gold on forest seat,
And every leaf, and every breeze,
Knows time is slipping through the trees.
Yet still the world holds fast and kind,
As if it wills the days to bind—
To freeze the light, to stretch the sound,
Of nature’s song on summer’s ground.
But seasons turn, as seasons must,
And fields will fade to rust and dust,
So mark the warmth, and hold it dear—
The soul of August draws us near.
August Fun
Author: Unknown
In August, the sun loves to bake,
It sizzles each lawn, bush, and lake.
I tried to stay cool,
But melted like a fool—
Now I’m shaped like a wobbly cake!
