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Summer Free Verse Poems | Free Verse Poems About Summer

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Details | Free verse |

THE OLD OAK TREE


         Oh I am but a simple leaf
         withering within the gutter
         one summer of bliss
         now! Just an autumn flutter.

                   For some; destine to fall
                   upon stony ground, a part
                   of life’s infernal gyration.
                   Yet for those that fall
                   within your reach, to live
                   on within your soul!

         While limbs that stretch
         towards the solstice, create
         vivacious veins as channels of hope,
         a pledge of foliation continues
         to endure what spring has
         furnished; autumn expires. 

                   Yes! If we can but learn
                   from nature’s complex simplicity,
                   that life be of a cycle
                   from the seed we are conceived,
                   then let spring be my beginning
                   winter my exultant eve!

         Let our two cultures
         merge as one, the
         decomposed humus
         to become the sustenance;
         our transfusion the
         new beginning.

                   Let us breathe the
                   fragrance of born again;
                   let each slender limb,
                   stout body bear our
                   tenaciousness, each lyrical
                   leaf our life’s blood.

          Let us mollycoddle each
          precious tear that falls from a
          angry sky; dance gracefully
          upon the wind, embrace
          on moonless nights, bathe
           in summer madness.

                   Let us hear the bluebell call,
                   the daffodil pray, the apple
                   blossom bear witness; the
                   clamour of the field mouse
                   the pitapat of the butterfly
                   the silence of lovers in love.

             Let us be sanctuary to the
             symbolic songstress, scuttling
             squirrel, vulgar urchin;
             a fortress for the warrior
             a haven for the pacifist
             an inspiration for the poet!

 EPILOGUE 

                  The call of springtime
                   we will invoke,
                     logging representative
                      we will gladly choke;
                        nature’s guardian.
                          “This! Obliging old oak.”


        

         








Details | Free verse |

365 Days

"This is dedicated to all who understand this. Whether we like it or not." -D.J.E.

I wasn’t gonna write this

But

Emotions are stirring high
Cannot believe
How much time has passed

Still feel your presence

Memories
Of the slowest death
Ever felt
Running parallel
To these present seconds

An ugly revelation
Tainted the sunshine
That bared on our souls
365 days ago

So many tears
Had filled the ocean
Of despair
For love’s river
Were held back by presumption’s walls
Uncertainty
The dam’s of what could have been

Here I stand
In this present moment
Your essence still lingers
Like the flakes of a dandelion b r e a k i n g 		f r e e
From its home

Tormented echoes of “why”
“How come”
“Please don’t go”
“I love you…I love you so much”

High pitched resonations
Float upon
Rafts of secondary importance
And yet
This heart still knows

For it will always recall
Its truth

Promises
Empty
Played me a fool
While you held hands
With inevitable

Crossing fingers
With diffusion
Across my shoulders

Left me uncomfortably numb
All my rights
Unreserved

And all the while
I
Simply
Believed

In tomorrow

Because
My foolish hopes
Continued to warp my mind

Maybe if I didn’t look back when you walked away
Like the rules said…
…No matter.

These soft acoustic riffs
Replay in my head
You were my “Wonderwall”
“You could’ve been the one…to save me”

But I overcame
For I
Saved myself

Didn’t want to be an inconvenience for you

Colors of Fall
Your favorite season
Kinda ironic
You were like Summer & Winter

Knew when to turn up the heat
Make me sweat

Each new arrival
A summer equinox
Each departure
A rainstorm

But, when it was over
Nothing but cold
Blizzard languages
Frostbitten
Even solace’s bandages
Could not heal

But, I weathered the storm
And would do it again
Cause it was for real

…

Here I am
52 weeks have past
Occasional recollection
Of that hourglass
With no more sands
Buried in dragon’s chest

You are in my silent prayer
Always

But
Know this

Even though you are contained
Within my heart’s asylum cell block home
I loved you
With all that I had

So much

That you will be the only regret
I will ever be proud of.

© Drake J. Eszes


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Mortal Season

The crunch of snow under trudging feet
        A breath of white, a darkened sky
          Eyes near closed from sting of cold
          She dreams of summer days

       With each small step, that leaves it's mark
           Upon the white
    In dreamy state, where daydreams play
From cold, away from chill, from ice upon the hills..
         Her thoughts, they bide, for summer days, 
                            and dreams that take the cold away 

        She finds herself so far away, a place
           Where weeping willows brush her face
      Bending 'neath the branches low 
                 While walking on a garden's path 

         Grass gently sways, green as glass
 So timid blows the warming breeze,
      It fetches shining hair with ease
            The wisps of gold which fly astray, 
             Like meadow flowers, in yellow maize
 A melody of larks that sing
      An amber sun, a basking glow, that ambles by
          To warm a face so pale from winter's sunless sky

Until once more the breath of chill upon a cheek
            And snowflake on her lash
    Startles cold,  like morning ash, returning eyes to winter's cry
             A cold north wind that catches scarf
     A thief that snatches warmth away, and thus her dream
          And now awake, she sighs, ...to find it still,... the winter day 

 Yet distantly, there lies in wait, a springtime place, a promised fate 
           A path beneath the willow tree, where sun peeks through the velvet haze
       Where flowers bloom and meadows grow, and larks sing lovely lullabies
    The earth will wake, new walks to take.. and be, not a dream...
              But a day to praise






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Submitted for Constance's "A Walk to Remember" contest....


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Sunburn

~Without  suntan lotion~

The balloon man silently left the park
Where are all the jump rope kids?
The hopscotch sidewalk is slowly fading
The children are covered in sweat
I see dried pecan trees, every one fights for the fountain turn
Where are all the pretty flowers, why do the swings sit alone? 

Why must it hurt -the sun -the burn -the tan,
It must be summer all over again?

-X-


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Reflections When The Summer Breathes

I remember that day As clear as the crystal springs in June When the sun rose upon a gladsome sky Bursting through the harbor and the fields As soft as the buds by the quivering dew Dancing in the blue distance. Summer's warm and scented breath Invaded the clustered pathway Where the last mountain spray Descended in your eyes Like a constant burning fire That glimmers like fulgent streams of spring. You held a delicate rose In your limpid hands kissed by the Vast fountains of purity's grace That greeted my eyes with coy beauty When the day was ripe with glory . Like a flower you blossomed in my eyes As one who held heaven in her smile And sweet rosebuds on her lips That trembles in the cold With a budding joy as new as the moon In the fullness of the night. You drew a few words from your sad breath That pierced like a striking sword When the voice of the wind echoed Through the lilac vines Entangled on the weeping trees That nods in the noonday light In the last breath of summer. My soul sank in dejection Wet with despair. Anguish flashing in my aching heart Like an untamed madness On this boundless land . Oh please don't leave my love Oh please don't leave my love Because if you do The mortal fire in my veins Would extinguish My breath would mute And my lifeless body Would drift me to some unknown hell To live forever In a helpless state of deep despair In a desolate darkness Of utter hopelessness!


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What Is Or Is It

                                            What is ? ----- Is it ?



                                            What is happiness ?
                          A hot summer day, walk barefoot in cool grass
                             Picking a large bouquet of summer flowers
                                     and then merge a flower crown
                                       Maybe get a good advice of
                               flower Daisies : love me, love me not,
                                          love me, love me not.......


                                             What is happiness ?
                                      Listen to the frogs love song
                                    by the small pond in the woods
                            Enjoy a fantastic and very light spider webs
                                    Who can do better than the spider
                                         See the raindrops on a leaf,
                            which glistens in the sun shining like jewels
                              Meadow which is full of yellow dots when
                                     Buttercup is smiling and nodding


                                              What is happiness ?
                                       Hand in hand on charity trail
                                               be giddy with love
                              A tender and gently kiss of the one you loved
                                   The dream of a family, have children
                                    and experience that new life is born
                                  Living life together for better or worse
                                    and that the device love never ends


                                   Happiness for me is that you are here








03.05.2012
A-L Andresen



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A Room Full of Butterflies

Inspired by a Art gallery and a poem by Shelly.


A room full of  mottled multicolored butterflies
captured within a creative space
of artful design
to inspire and aspire
Flirt and flutter a delicate ballet
among the pot plants
A splash of color
an oasis
among a drab row of urban gray
The door is opened
and the butterflies are released to freedom
flying high above
lush green trees
in clear unblemished skies
floating like autumn fallen leaves
in a gentle breeze
painted Ladies
that rested on my heart for a while
and made it smile
bringing pleasure to my eye
A symbol of freedom and eternity
filling my dreams
with all the treasures of summer.




Peter Dome.copyright.2013. Sept.


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Dog Days Dreaming

ahhh…ripe red fruit….
 baby….I can taste it
 a bit tart yet so sweet
lingers on my tongue 
       that starves
for just one sip of you

with balmy summer sun 
          and us
embracing erotically 
        in the hush  
of a sea side concerto
 
the toss of my hair
from your rough mans hands
 and a sudden breeze

caught up in the sultry heat 
    of your contingence
you make me tremble
     with incoherent sighs
and quivering thighs
 sheer mad wanton cries

    A tempest of lust

sand lingers like fairy dust
     on our tanned skin

you tease me and tempt me
with breathless reverence

     you are so alluring
untamed and sexy
(your virility beseeches my hunger)
    and I want you 
until I just can’t breathe

waves crash the shore
as you pummel the walls
of my tender heart

the soul of summer
    wild wind and 
taut tender dreaming

       strawberries 
dipped rich in chocolate
     (melted warm)
pirouette upon my mouth
  crimson and stained 
from sensual  lips cinched
     with the only man 
I have ever loved like I love you
you are my every dream

secluded shore  
tropic air and palm fronds
    our island aria
 hidden from view
      bodies clenched 
             in
raw panting passion

my lover and my friend
my soul mate

a summer etched in my mind
to replay into eternity
         with you 
and your brooding and evocative eyes
( I could not forget  those days 
if I tried )

my love…. we have yet to live this
and it is to my solemn regret
that I still have yet to touch you
these eyes gaze your distance

these summer strawberries ripen

while soft cherry lips wait
always for the promise of you…….


Written for Sir Johns Summer Celebration Contest :)


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Sunshine Flowers

The Daffodil, peeks at the yellow rays of the Morning Sun
She raises her head  :through the withering snow mound : with Dazzling Beauty
The Daffodil , Sings in harmony; Arise for I am : the Spring
The Golden weed, the Dandelion , reflects the yellow Halo Floating in the Sky
Knowing Life is short ,the Dandelion dots the Summer landscape
With Her Halo turning White, She calls the Wind and flies through the rays of the Sun
Goldenrod waits until summer is  nigh o’er before waving elegantly 
To the Yellow orb, warming her roots, She melodiously  Sings Forever be Your Glory 
The Goldenrod , humbly  Hums Hymns : to the very Eye of  a Loving GOD 
Yellow Roses speak of the Memories : “watching  the grass “Sportsman’s WAVE””
She sees the Glory of Nature : more Beautiful with each Magnificent  : Sunrise
Yellow Roses, petals so Silky Soft, holding in “ Remembrance “  a long Lost “ LOVE “
The “ AquaRose “ that Grows, in the deep Caribbean Sea “4 miles North of Aruba” 
Screams For the Sun, from her watery Grave, Yet she shines in a sea of  “ Sapphire   
                                                 " Blue " 
The Depth of the  “Blue sea, the Blue Sky above” Shadow  the glow of Sweet  
                                            "  Sunshine "
       Inspired by the Contest : " Flowers " : Sponsored by Francine Roberts
             Dedicated To my LOVES : " Barbara Jean "  & " Lenore Ellen "
              Author's Note : I Hope this is Read the way it was Written
                  YOUR Liege ALWAYS, LOVE : HGarvey Daniel Esquire
                                                7th Place win


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Captured…..The Spirit Wind

Captured…..the Spirit Wind 

 (tribute to “My spirit you” by Colin Mitchell Williams)

when you paint a portrait of this love
      it is exquisitely artistic 
moving souls with words…
splashed on the canvass of this page
like it bled from within your soul
                  like it spilled from you
from an always pouring faucet
coming from the deepest well….

           blatant and caressing
tumultuous and arousing
it comes arrayed in many hues
sprinkles softly like golden dust
poured on feminine hearts
stained with passion
red and pink (your blooming heart) 
fervent with heat
sultry and captivating….
much like summer breezes
on balmy beaches
                               you….
you are passion refined
defined as profound


you speak of this love that rests inside
(one like you say you have never known)

    she is lovely you say….

“Now you are like a blue girl
Dressed in summer clothes
Laughing in the sunshine
Playing on the swings of my heart
Rising to the heavens
And out beyond the stars”

how touching those lines!

we see her through your eyes of love
those shining eyes of bliss

she counts herself lucky I would say…
      what woman would not?

a woman could but only wish
that she could hold a mans heart
that beats with a constant beat
that captures such staggering
        and brilliant colors

erotically tender…
how you describe her
we can see her in your eyes
and it feels like love should feel
constant like the sun
ever moving like the current
in a California river


going somewhere on the trees
magic in the wind
beneath a bright iridescent sky
blasting out a soothing blue 

you speak of love as it should be
it makes a woman hope 
that fairy tales just might come true 



If I could enter my own contest right now this is what i would enter. What can i say?"My Spirit 
You" is a beautiful poem :) Thank you, Colin, for the inspiration....


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