Penny's Poetry Blog

from The Earthly Paradise July Fair was the morn to-day, the blossom's scent Floated across the fresh grass, and the bees With l...

Morning of My Life Walking down my street she shakes her head in the summer heat. We met back at Richards Junior High, talking to th...

Gathered Roses Bill Nicholls, Bee in a Rose, 2016. CC BY-SA 2.0 , Wikimedia Commons . Only a bee made prisoner,      Caught in a gathere...

The Mounting Summer, Brilliant and Ominous A yellow-headed, gold-hammered, sunflower-lanterned Summer afternoon: after the sun soared an...

To Mrs. Will. H. Low Even in the bluest noonday of July, There could not run the smallest breath of wind But all the quarter sounded li...

  T h e   P e n n y   B l o g 's featured poem for July 2025: Summer 1969 , by Michael G. Munoz The first turn of July heat And I was gr...

I Am a Canadian I am a Canadian, a free Canadian, free to speak without fear, free to worship God in my own way, free to stand for wh...