Inside: July Poems that will keep you rhyming all summer long.

July is one of the best months of the year. It’s right smack dab in the middle of summer, the weather is great, you spend time with your loved ones, and of course…you get to celebrate the 4th of July.

The 4th of July is such a special time for us in the States. It was one fateful day back in 1776, that we finally announced our break up with Great Britain, and became our own country. Since then it was forever known as independence day!

There are so many ways that Americans celebrate this fun holiday: BBQs, Games, Parties, and best of all fireworks.

This is an extra special day for our veterans. They risked their lives for our country, and they work hard for us every single day. The amount of pride and proudness they must feel being able to celebrate what they work so hard for is unimaginable.

4th of July Poems

Though the classic BBQ & Firework shindig is a great way to celebrate, I like to get in the 4th of July spirit by doing crafts, activities, and my ultimate favorite: Reading poetry. I have found that poetry puts you right into the beautiful space of being grateful and proud to be an American quicker than anything else.

Recounting some favorite and famous July poems is a wonderful way for us to not only pay our respects to our country and the people who have died for it but to also get a sense of collect appreciation. It brings you together with the whole country.

Although we have our issues that we continue to work through, The United States is still a wonderful place to live. So take a look at this list of my the best July Poems!

4th of July Poems

1.  Forth of July

Freedom is a rocket,
isn’t it, bursting
orgasmically over
parkloads of hot
dog devouring
human beings
or into the cities
of our enemies
without whom we
would surely
kill ourselves
though they are
ourselves and
America I see now
is the soldier
who said I saw
burning on my
chest and tried
to brush it off with
my right hand
but my arm
wasn’t there—
America is no
other than this
moment, the
burning ribcage,
the hand gone
that might have
put it out, the skies
afire with our history.
-John Brehm

2. I Hear America Singing

I hear America singing, the varied carols I hear,
Those of mechanics, each one singing his as it should be blithe and strong,
The carpenter singing his as he measures his plank or beam,
The mason singing his as he makes ready for work, or leaves off work,
The boatman singing what belongs to him in his boat, the deckhand singing on the steamboat deck,
The shoemaker singing as he sits on his bench, the hatter singing as he stands,
The wood-cutter’s song, the ploughboy’s on his way in the morning, or at noon intermission or at sundown,
The delicious singing of the mother, or of the young wife at work, or of the girl sewing or washing,
Each singing what belongs to him or her and to none else,
The day what belongs to the day—at night the party of young fellows, robust, friendly,
Singing with open mouths their strong melodious songs.
-Walt Whitman

3. America

Then one of the students with blue hair and a tongue stud
Says that America is for him a maximum-security prison
Whose walls are made of RadioShacks and Burger Kings, and MTV episodes
Where you can’t tell the show from the commercials,
And as I consider how to express how full of shit I think he is,
He says that even when he’s driving to the mall in his Isuzu
Trooper with a gang of his friends, letting rap music pour over them
Like a boiling Jacuzzi full of ballpeen hammers, even then he feels
Buried alive, captured and suffocated in the folds
Of the thick satin quilt of America
-Tony Hoagland
In the month of July poem lines

4. Unknown 

My favorite Day of the year,
our hearts light and full of cheer.
Burgers and Dogs on the Grill,
Firesworks too, what a thrill!

5. Paul Revere’s Ride

Listen, my children, and you shall hear
Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere,
On the eighteenth of April, in Seventy-Five:
Hardly a man is now alive
Who remembers that famous day and year.

He said to his friend, “If the British march
By land or sea from the town to-night,
Hang a lantern aloft in the belfry-arch
Of the North-Church-tower, as a signal-light,—
One if by land, and two if by sea;
And I on the opposite shore will be,
Ready to ride and spread the alarm
Through every Middlesex village and farm,
For the country-folk to be up and to arm.”

Then he said “Good night!” and with muffled oar
Silently rowed to the Charlestown shore,
Just as the moon rose over the bay,
Where swinging wide at her moorings lay
The Somerset, British man-of-war:
A phantom ship, with each mast and spar
Across the moon, like a prison-bar,
And a huge black hulk, that was magnified
By its own reflection in the tide.

-Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 

6. The Star Spangled Banner

O say, can you see, by the dawn’s early light,
What so proudly we hailed at the twilight’s last gleaming?
Whose broad stripes and bright stars through the perilous fight,
O’er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming;
And the rocket’s red glare, the bombs bursting in air,
Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there;
O say, does that star-spangled banner yet wave
O’er the land of the free, and the home of the brave?

On the shore dimly seen through the mists of the deep,
Where the foe’s haughty host in dread silence reposes,
What is that which the breeze, o’er the towering steep,
As it fitfully blows, now conceals, now discloses?
Now it catches the gleam of the morning’s first beam,
In full glory reflected now shines on the stream;
‘Tis the star-spangled banner; O long may it wave
O’er the land of the free, and the home of the brave!

And where is that band who so vauntingly swore
That the havoc of war and the battle’s confusion
A home and a country should leave us no more?
Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps’ pollution.
No refuge could save the hireling and slave,
From the terror of flight and the gloom of the grave;
And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave
O’er the land of the free, and the home of the brave!

O! thus be it ever, when freemen shall stand
Between their loved homes and the war’s desolation!
Blest with victory and peace, may the heav’n-rescued land,
Praise the power that hath made and preserved us a nation.
Then conquer we must, for our cause it is just.
And this be our motto— “In God is our trust; ”
And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave
O’er the land of the free, and the home of the brave.

-Francis Scott Key

7. The American Soldier(Continue Here)

Deep in a vale, a stranger now to arms,
Too poor to shine in courts, too proud to beg,
He, who once warred on Saratoga’s plains,
Sits musing o’er his scars, and wooden leg.
Remembering still the toil of former days,
To other hands he sees his earnings paid;—
They share the due reward—he feeds on praise.
Lost in the abyss of want, misfortune’s shade.
Far, far from domes where splendid tapers glare,
‘Tis his from dear bought peace no wealth to win,
Removed alike from courtly cringing ‘squires,
The great-man’s Levee, and the proud man’s grin.

-Philip Freneau 

8. Flags

Everywhere, in the fertile soil of this land,
we’ve planted flags. Flags sprout like the hair
from an old man’s nostrils. Blue and white
or red, black, green and white, they shroud
windows, standing in for a family
you can’t see: a flag instead of the mother
who hums and spices the lentils, a flag
for father, who runs the blade against his cheek
each morning with the rooster’s kukuku.
Later, in the dark, he holds his wife
while the children sleep wrapped in flags.
Flags grow in the garden, flags from the beaks
of muted birds. Shredded flags drape phone wires,
flags hang from the pines like dead hands—

-Elana Bell

July Poetry

July Poetry

The month of July alone deserves all of the poetry to be written about it. It’s the most wonderful time of the year. And I can say that because Christmas in July is a thing, remember? Plus the longer days, the fun summer memories, and many more…all of these things are in their prime in the month of July. Many people agree with this viewpoint, just see below.

9. July

A very pleasant month is this
To be in a country town.
The sunlight doth the foliage kiss,
Each verdant leaflet beams with bliss,
I see not one that’s brown.

Fresh zephyrs fan the thrifty trees
The oaks, the elms, the willows,
The lake’s face caressed by the breeze
In imitation of the seas,
Is flecked with tiny billows.

-Robert F. Skillings

10. Fourth of July

Fourth of July, how sweet it sounds,
As every year it rolls around.
It brings active joy to boy and man,
This glorious day throughout our land.

We hail this day with joy and pride,
And speak of our forefathers who died;
Who fought for liberty in days of yore,
And drove the British from our shore.

We, as descendants of that race,
Should not now our land disgrace.
Arise, freeman, arise once more,
Be earnest as in the days of yore.

– Julia A Moore

11. July Forth By The Ocean

The continent’s a tamed ox, with all its mountains,
Powerful and servile; here is for plowland, here is
for park and playground, this helpless
Cataract for power; it lies behind us at heel
All docile between this ocean and the other. If
flood troubles the lowlands, or earthquake
Cracks walls, it is only a slave’s blunder or the
Shudder of a new made slave. Therefore we happy
masters about the solstice
Light bonfires on the shore and celebrate our power.
The bay’s necklaced with fire, the bombs make crystal
fountains in the air, the rockets
Shower swan’s-neck over the night water…. I
The stars drew apart a little as if from troublesome
children, coldly compassionate;
But the ocean neither seemed astonished nor in awe:
If this had been the little sea that Xerxes whipped,
how it would have feared us.

-Robinson Jeffers 

Famous July Poems

12. July

The figs we ate wrapped in bacon.
The gelato we consumed greedily:
coconut milk, clove, fresh pear.
How we’d dump hot espresso on it
just to watch it melt, licking our spoons
clean. The potatoes fried in duck fat,
the salt we’d suck off our fingers,
the eggs we’d watch get beaten
’til they were a dizzying bright yellow,
how their edges crisped in the pan.
The pink salt blossom of prosciutto
we pulled apart with our hands, melted
on our eager tongues. The green herbs
with goat cheese, the aged brie paired
with a small pot of strawberry jam,
the final sour cherry we kept politely
pushing onto each other’s plate, saying,
No, you. But it’s so good. No, it’s yours.
How I finally put an end to it, plucked it
from the plate, and stuck it in my mouth.
How good it tasted: so sweet and so tart.
How good it felt: to want something and
pretend you don’t, and to get it anyway.

-Cristin O’Keefe Aptowicz

13. 4th of July Carnival

I can hear the screams of happy children a block away from the square It is the fourth of July, the only day we have a carnival in our town The tilt-a-whirl and the Ferris wheel are in their usual places. How they manage to do this the same way every year is astounding. Barkers are begging us to give up our dimes; I keep walking. All of my money is going for rides, and cotton candy – hopefully pink. It is crowded already; old people are sitting in lawn chairs watching. Kids are running in and out of the crowd. Blinking lights are everywhere. There is such happiness here; my heart gives a bit of a jump. People are smiling from every direction. There are strollers and mommies. We walk rapidly past them to get the next seat on the Ferris wheel. It is always a magical day when the carnival comes – July 4th, every single year.
-Caren Krutsinger

14. The Month of July

Under the shade of willow boughs dipping low, Beside the lily pond where lovely larkspur grow. My love and I recline in the midday of summer, In the month of July when temperatures swelter. I ravish her beauty and charm her with poetry, And we laugh together with pleasure in gaiety. Our hearts meld in a rush to see our cheeks blush, With words of commitment, dear to both of us. And we forget ourselves as our passions succumb, Led by love’s direction, so wonderfully sung, As our arms forward and envelop each other, And our eyes close and lips kiss with ardent desire. Should not youth savour its moment under the sun; Before water lilies wither and winter comes?

Dennis Spilchuk 

July Poems

In the Month of July Poem Lines

July truly is such a great month. Oh, and did you know that July is actually good for you? Sounds like a funny statement but it’s true. Studies have shown that people are more likely to be active during the month of July, which then leads to healthier people, happier minds, and less depression. Who would of thought! If you haven’t been convinced that July is the greatest yet, then these last 3 should be the nail in the coffin, so to speak.

15. July

No doubt that July is a beautiful summer month
It is the year’s best month is named after Julius Caesar himself

Summer raindrops pierced by sunbeams
Just think of how precious privilege it is to wake up to bird song

Columbines are still in full bloom, they are charming
Spices herbs for diversity and for flavor

Who would have anything against sitting in the garden all day
and let you tickle a bit of a grape plant in the neck

Flowers and plants are an important part of summer
Enjoy it all with family and good friends

Fair weather clouds that just gives a little variety in all the blue
July is synonymous with holidays for most

The temperature and enthusiasm rises
This summer we will swim in the ocean and eat lots of ice cream.

-Sunshine Smile

16. July

Walking through gardens
Feeling your presence beside me
Strangers passing by, lost in the darkness
I see the reflection of the city lights in your eyes like stars so near
The icy july wind carries your perfume to me
Your voice echoes through the winter air and your smile, my God your smile…
My hands are cold but i am calm, serene and happy

Where are we going?
Someone once told me that what matters is the journey not the destination
I forget the past, don´t worry about the future, only the present matters
And gradually the twilight turns into night
I look at the sky and I find the moon smiling timidly starting its journey
I want to touch, surround you and drown in your hair
But I do nothing, afraid of ruining everything

Strange… Nothing and Everything
All the while the sound of waves crashing on the sand accompanies us
A familiar sound to me, after all this is my city
The surprise hits me for I am not blind to the world, on the contrary
Everything looks sharper, brighter
And time has not stopped as the old love poems tell us
It goes faster, flies.

My thoughts are clear despite your intoxicating presence
I know I have only a fraction of the time I would like to live beside you
I know that your time here will be as short as a shooting star in the purple sky
And I also know that you will take a piece of me away
That might be returned to me one day or lost forever
Who knows about these things?

But I´m not afraid

I would do it all again

Because you are worth it.

-Joseph Santiago

17. July Sky

Creamsicle sky melts in July
and drips down on our souls renewed.
From midsummer’s unstifled sigh,
creamsicle sky melts in July.
Our tent keeps secrets, we imply.
A fire sparks a sultry mood.
Creamsicle sky melts in July
and drips down on our souls renewed!

Rhonda Johnson-Saunders

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