Wonderful and Amazing Showcase of June Poems

June is the sixth month of the year in the Gregorian calendar, with a length of 30 days. The Roman poet Ovid provides two etymologies for June’s name in his poem concerning the months entitled the Fasti.

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1. THE MONTH OF JUNE

The month of June
Doesn’t wait for me anymore
Because it comes and goes
And everyday is a different day on the June calendar
But I don’t mind it at all

2. In Fountain Court

The fountain murmuring of sleep,
A drowsy tune;
The flickering green of leaves that keep
The light of June;
Peace, through a slumbering afternoon,
The peace of June.

A waiting ghost, in the blue sky,
The white curved moon;
June, hushed and breathless, waits, and I
Wait too, with June;
Come, through the lingering afternoon,
Soon, love, come soon.

3. June – It’s Raining.

Walking down the lone street
Romancing the June rain
I met him for the first time
Call it chance or destiny

It was raining Love
First time when we kissed
We danced in the June rain
Got lost in its rhythm

I walked down the aisle
He took my hand forever
June showered her blessings
How we loved the June rain!

June is back once again
Rain and romance everywhere
Alone I sit, beside his grave
Rain pouring down my eyes

4. Juno Gave the Summer

A sun for hearts – tempered rhythm in her flares;
The naked tan – bikini line a cry for stares;
Gregarious green, beguiled by colours en rapport –
The park’s alive! So what’s to hanker after more?

Children scream while parents dream their fantasies,
Igniting under brilliance –
They think they share resilience to the
Ultraviolet hues;
To lie displayed au naturel
Is what they’d rather choose!

And Helios peers at lovers in their
Heady worlds: vibrant leas to
Roam in hand; calming seas –
Satin sand insensible as
Water runs her ripples cross the
Shore – so like the park, it really
Cries for very little more!

In the garden, roses clamber for attention –
Pouting blooms, wafting scent –
Our floral monarch June’s event!
And fingers green receive the praise
From toiling hard for coloured blaze.

Compelled, I walk the countenance of sunny June
As Mother Nature danced amok in her saloon
Of roaring life, that came of youth in early spring
And nurtured in maternal warmth beneath her wing.

Eyes bedewed, I mellow in a reverie
– Hope renewed –
As Juno saw to suckle me with
Quintessential summer.