June 2026 Poetry
- Emma Major
- Jul 27
- 9 min read
I’m not sharing as much of my poetry and art on social media because the algorithm is rubbish and doing my head in, instead I’m focusing on rest and the actual creativity itself. So here are all the poems I wrote through the month of June.
Glistening moon beams
Overshadow soulless stars
Darkness swallows light
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Tiny buds grown green and bright
Reached for the sun, desiring light
One morning bloomed, took up their space
White petals around their yellow face
At night they bow, as colours fade
It's time to sleep in deepening shade
The soil cools, leading roots down deep
Daisies rest, our secrets they keep
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How do we connect with our loving God?
Do we grope along a messy path
out into the inky dark
Listening for sounds in the heavy silence
Longing to receive some helpful guidance
Do we worry that we're long forgotten
Somehow outside of God's affection
Whilst knowing the Holy Spirit is present
Especially in our human torment
Always move forward with trust
Knowing God is more than enough
Having faith that all will be well
If in God's love we live and dwell
We need not strive to prove our worth
We are loved even before our birth
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Pickerel frog leaps
Silently across hot stones
Fires burn within
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How I long for ordinary
On overheating days like these
In the seventh circle of hell
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Dreams beside the lake
Quell insidious fears
Cool breeze of twilight
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Don't search for fame
It's bright, loud and fleeting
No delicacy
Let creativity name
The joy within that you're feeling
In another lifetime prepare
To accept obscurity
Discovering peace
Offering in prayer
Maturity
This is an Insane Cinquain is a 10-line form invented by Amanda J Norton. It consists of 2 5-line stanzas (cinquains) with specific syllable counts per line and rhyme scheme per each cinquain. It is usually displayed centered upon the page
Line 1 = 4 syllables, rhymes with line 4
Line 2 = 6 syllables, rhymes with line 5
Line 3 = 5 syllables, untuned
Line 4 = 7 syllables, rhymes with line 1
Line 5 = 8 syllables, rhymes with line 2
Line 6 = 8 syllables, rhymes with line 9
Line 7 = 7 syllables, rhymes with line 10
Line 8 = 5 syllables, unrhymed
Line 9 = 6 syllables, rhymes with line 6
Line 10 = 4 syllables, rhymes with line 7
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Ancient stones stand firm
Mausoleum rhapsody
Echoes of the dead
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Wounds that never heal
Fester within the soul
Darkly
Deeply
Desperately
Creating a toxic sludge
Eating away at the heart
Painfully
Persistently
Powerfully
Take care to heal the pain
Forgiving past mistakes
Carefully
Creatively
Completely
Then you will discover freedom
Bathing in hopeful glimmers
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Ordinary lives
Constricted and restricted
As heat keeps rising
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No, I will not laugh
You're just getting worse with age
No, that was a cough
Suppressing a smile
If he sees it I'll collapse
Oh how I love Dad
But not his jokes!
I refuse to admit to that
I have better taste
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Can I forgive myself?
I pretend I can
I mean I try
I really try
But then I come up with reasons why
I need to take the blame
Carry the strain
Throw myself down the drain
Again
It's as if I feel I NEED to suffer
Deserve to suffer
Yet I'd take this from any other
Who had it even half as tough
I would scream "enough"
I'd help them let go
Release the pain
Find their way back home again
But I keep going back into the maze of no hope
The labyrinth of regret
Determined to never forgive or forget
Myself
Quote Prompt from John Greene's novel 'Looking for Alaska'- "The only way out of the labyrinth of suffering is to forgive."
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Southern exposure used to be a blessing
On the days of wet cold summer
Now it's torture
Brought on the changing gulf stream
We thought warmth was a dream
But now the template climbs ever higher
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Southern exposure
A warming grace
On summer days
A chilly space
It chased the damp
It dried the air
A welcome friend
Beyond compare
But weathers shift
The currents sigh
Old heat embrace
Now makes us cry
The warmth now burns
A heavy shroud
A fevered world
Too hot, too loud
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Sun warmed chilly days
Now southern heat sears my hand
Gulf stream's fiery breath
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Testing
Resting
Finding a shadowed seat
Protected from this heat
I'm struggling to keep at bay
My body's overheating way
More I must rest
Is this a test?
Coping under great stress
Patience I don't possess
Reduce the strain
Praying for rain
This is a Hexaduad poem
Syllables per Line: 2/2/6/6/8/8/4/4/6/6/4/4
Rhyme Scheme: aabbccddeeff
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Invictus spirit
Vast and endless blue sky waits
Hope finds it's own way
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The sky torments us
Rewriting scars long suppressed
Is there no relief
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Ignite the moonlight
Celebrating equinox
A revolution
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When at life's threshold
Look back with awe and wonder
Giving thanks agai
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Your sweet charms are false
You will not fool me again
Truth's path I'll follow
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Alphabet Poem about Flowers
Another
Budding
Clematis
Deftly
Establishing
Formation
Granted
Hypothetical
Imaginations
Justifying
Kingdom
Lusciousness
Magnificent
Nasturtiums
Opened
Positively
Quietening
Raucousness
Sunflowers
Towered
Undulating
Vociferously
Warming
eXtremely
Youthful
Zeal
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A leafy roof hangs far above
Where sunlight peeks, a gentle dove
These ancient trees stand tall and proud
Their branches whisper to the cloud
A mossy carpet soft and deep
Where tiny creatures softly creep
A babbling brook singing it's tune
Beneath the palest newest moon
Flowers bloom in colours bright
A wondrous, pastel, calming sight
The forest breathes a peaceful sigh
Then gentle breezes wave goodbye
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Creature soft with fur of midnight hue
Stretches out, a silent, watchful guest
Emerald eyes survey the world anew
Finding a place to lay his weary crest
Gentle paws he kneads into the rug
Rumbling purr, a comfort in the night
Chasing dreams and tiny, playful bugs
He sleeps, bathed in the moon’s soft light
His tail now flicks, questioning the air
Silent plea for strokes and gentle praise
He climbs the chair, without any care
And naps through long, warm, quiet days
A furry friend, always loyal and true
He brightens our lives, each day anew
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What is an artist?
A painter with a brush, pen, chalk, water or mud
Colours bright and bold thrown around for fun
A sculptor with their hands, feet, sticks or plates
Making ideas come alive in shapes and forms that speak
A writer with stories woven through with truth
Words that flow like streams becoming waterfalls or brooks
A dancer with their feet, hands, wheels or ropes
Living out a dream to make their movement speak
A musician with a song, classical or rock
Melodies that dance and fill the air with inspiration to move
An artist takes ideas and creates something new
Shares their heart with the world hoping to connect with a few
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Fallow deer of old
Roaming ancient woodland groves
Longing for freedom
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Sleepy eyes open
Immediately on guard
What is the danger
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Lavender skies sing
Calla liies dance and sway
Care free summer days
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Camping time
Rain showers
A wash out
Yet we play
Unhidden
Free at last
Then we sleep
Exhausted
Happy days
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As the moon slowly switches off the sun
Symphonies in silence sing luscious lullabies
Guiding us longingly through lavish lands
As we find our way in the world by starlight
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Sun kissed, round and bright
Apples are a pure delight
Orange is a juicy treat
Fresh and clean it can't be beat
Peaches grin softly from fuzzy skin
Berries are perfect as days begin
Melons refresh with a watery splash
Pineapple brings a tropical dash
Sweet and tart, vibrantly they grow
Eat every day for a healthy glow
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One love shining bright
Embracing all pain and hurt
Improving the world
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Almost time for sleep
Bedtime can't come quick enough
Until then I'll nap!
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The starting gun goes
But I'm stuck on the spot
My brain is urging my legs to move
But they are going nowhere
Doing nothing
It's as if my brain is back firing
Because it is!
Yes you read that right!
My brain has lost connection
Forgotten how to communicate
It's raising an objection
Without any inner debate
Now all I feel is rejection
Will my brain recuperate?
Spoiler....
It didn't!
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The loud bang, a sudden sound
But my feet stay on the ground
My head shouts, "Go! Run fast!"
But my legs refuse to start
They will not move, they will not try
A broken plane that just won't fly
My brain's command, twisting inside
The signal lost, I sat and cried
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Old stone in my hand
Memory of sunny days
Warmth stays even now
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Painted scene so still, a natural show
Of butterflies with wings of finest hue
Upon a boat going wherever waters flow
Sailing beneath a sky painted blue
No wind can stir the canvas sleek
No creaking wood, no waves inside
Quiet colours hold their secrets deep
Painted dreams within this artwork ride
Tiny vessel go steady and ever neat
Carries its passenger through painted air
A whispered story so bittersweet
Of journeys taken without worldly care
In this frame a silent voyage plays
A painted wonder from forgotten days
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From the crows nest we can clearly observe
The gentle curvature of our earth
The beauty of the oceans we must conserve
Lapping against the windows of our berths
We see the amazing power of the tides
The awesome wonder of the deep
The many animals we live beside
So why do we use them as if their lives are cheap?
Sometimes I think we're less clever than sheep
Following leaders blindly with the rest of the herd
Destroying the earth as it's bounties we reap
Ignoring the truth as if it's really absurd
Oh how I wish leaders would see the truth
That it's only ourselves that we will destroy
Our only hope is to encourage the youth
To follow the science and more care to employ
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The sky above so wide and blue
Landscapes vast, forever new
My dreams take flight, in ways unseen
Bird song limitless, so serene
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Tideborne dreams rising
Towards still ocean whispers
Going with the flow
Into the silence we prowl
Tiger stripes of courage roar
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Why don't you appreciate me?
I give your phone new life, you see
When it’s low, tired, and weak
I’m the power it does seek
Plugged in, a gentle hum I make
Then sleepy battery is more awake
From nearly zero, I lift it high
Then it can work, play, or even fly
You rely on me when the battery's down
Across the room or out on the town
I wait patiently sitting by the wall
Ready to help you answer a call
Without my steady, reliable flow
Your phone would dim, function slow
No photos, calls or any games
Just quiet, dark, and empty frames
So please, next time you see my cord
Remember the help that I afford
I'm just a charger, simple and true
Providing power, just for you
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Sunflowers
Bright colours
Brighten days
Roses so red
Encourage
New romance
Daffodils
Yellow spots
In green grass
This is a Tricube poem:
3 Syllables
3 Lines
3 Stanzas
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The crown of June glints
Dancing on every flower
Giving thanks for rain
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Photographs capture only the self we show
Our truth we reserve for trusted souls
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Our environment tests us
Yet in reality it is us that tests the planet
Pushing it beyond it's limits
Depleting it's resources
Desecrating it's sacred nature
Thinking we're the most important creature
Rather than accepting our place
With compassion and grace
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Phoenix rising high
Lifting our eyes to the sky
Watching rainbows fly
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Beasts of burden trip
Caught in the footprints of time
Memories cascade
Memories cascade
As history holds whispers
Longing for release
Longing for release
On dark nights peaceful pillows
Weep with the willows
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The scent of sadness is petrichor seeping from the land we loved and lost
Glimmers of hope sparkle at the edges of vision, inviting your heart to open again despite the pain and hurt
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I am only me
One person amongst people
Surviving each day
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Pineapple
You turn my life upside down
Every spike embedded into my soul
As I drip sweet tears upon the floor
And strangers knock at the door
Unnervingly
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Often deep, a world unseen
Coral gardens, vibrant green
Ever moving, tidal flows
All the creatures swim below
Nurturing life in watery gleams
Secrets hold such peaceful dreams
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The Earth breathes deep, emits a sigh
As smoke clouds dirty up the sky
From deep below the oil we take
Powers lives but puts lives at stake
We warm our homes and live in haste
Leaving behind a pile of waste
Rivers weep with poisoned tears
Oceans rise heightening our fears
It's a heavy price our planet pays
As we burn these fuels day after day
There's still a chance to make things right
If each of us takes up the fight
Tell governments and business too
"We won't stand by, we demand that you
Turn from greed and war and power
Stop destroying this planet of ours"
There is still time, if we start to act
To reduce our planetary impact
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