Welcome to the world of August poems of love! August is a special month filled with warmth and sunshine, just like the love we feel in our hearts.
August poems of love are like little hugs from the heart, making us smile and feel happy inside. They are like special songs that make our hearts feel happy.
In this special month, when the sun shines bright and the flowers bloom, poets write beautiful love words.
These poems are like hugs from the sky, making us smile and feel warm inside. Imagine colourful words dancing on the page, telling stories of love and kindness.
So, let’s explore the magic of August poems of love together and feel the joy they bring!
An Adieu To My Lady Love
My lady is the wind’s soft sigh
through fields of marigolds in June;
a splendid sunset in July; a tranquil August lullaby.
She waltzes to a rhapsody which lingers in my memory.
When months of Winter’s chill ensue,
I’ve bid my Lady Love adieu.
August Bloom
August sun shines bright,
A balm for nature’s bounty,
Abundant and full.
Flowers swaying in the breeze,
Dancing with the light they lure.
August’s Legacy
August’s Legacy
Is a feast for all the senses,
A symphony of hues.
A treasure for every heart,
Forever beloved and true.
August Memories
August memories,
Of a time when life was free,
And the days were long.
A remembrance of laughter,
And friendships that still linger.
August And The Ocean
August and the ocean are friends,
On the beach where their meeting never ends.
With tides high and low,
And waves that glow,
Their treasure their shoreline amends.
August’s Sweet Scent
In August, the air is so sweet,
The flowers and fruit ripe for a treat.
With the bees in a dance,
And the trees in a trance,
The scent is a joy to repeat.
My Hands Are Tired
My hands are tired, so I let my brush rest,
unable to paint Autumn’s loneliness.
How much I miss you can never be stressed.
August has left behind blank emptiness.
Sitting by the window in the corner,
watching the world in its colourful hues.
I search for your face among the murmur,
but all I’m left with is a muse with blues.
In simple stillness your voice echoes loud.
Each stitch I weave I see you before me.
Memories remind me of what we vowed.
Without you there would be no artistry.
My palette is dry without your pastel,
all that’s left is an indigo inkwell.
Lying In the Shadows
‘twas only yesterday life seemed so right;
so full of color, lighting up the day,
but now a veil has covered up the light,
and turned the day a somber shade of gray…
The fields we used to roam were lush with bloom;
the summer flowers swaying in the breeze.
Like nature’s beauty, love, I did presume,
would last forever, always there to please.
But in the autumn, love was put to rest;
she callously untied the binding knot,
and ripped my bleeding heart out of my chest,
then left it in a pool of tears to rot.
Now love lies dormant, sadly torn apart
within the shadows of a broken heart.
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?
August Heat
August, your heat is overwhelming
Like a thick blanket that weighs me down
I struggle through the days
With sweat on my brow and a thirst unquenched
I long for cooler nights and softer lights
For the gentle touch of a breeze
To transport me far from your relentless sun
But despite all this, I do not hate you
For you bring me growth and abundance
You are the fire that forges my strength
August Is A Time For Ritual
For soaking in the last drops of summer
Before the world takes on a different hue
A time for lazy mornings and hot coffee on the porch
For afternoon swims and evening barbeques
For reading under a tree and napping in the shade
August, for me, is a time for gratitude
For the simplicity of life’s small pleasures
For the beauty of a season that soon will fade
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.”
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.
A Touch Of Love
As we sit closely side by side
We watch the billow of the tide.
No words are said; you clasp my hand
You know full well I understand.
You know full well I understand.
No words are said; you clasp my hand.
We watch the billow of the tide
As we sit closely side by side.
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.
This is all about August poems of love.