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Summer Christian Poems | Christian Poems About Summer

These Summer Christian poems are examples of Christian poems about Summer. These are the best examples of Summer Christian poems written by international PoetrySoup poets

Details | Free verse |

Last Summer Saturday

Poorly heated coffee;
I can't seem to get it hot enough.
Tired eyes still rolling,
Film draped for dreaming.
This last Summer Saturday,
Might as well call it Fall.
The pumpkins out and jumping,
Future jack-o-lanterns for fun.
Gentle breeze cascades,
Every once in a while a poof.
Sunny sun still sunning;
Please don't ever go away.
Time to heat up the coffee;
My goodness this is good!
So open arms and lean back;
God is so, so good!

Details | Free verse |

Love Built By God Above

You are in my heart wherever I go;
You I will never let go.
You are with me always;
You I am always.
This is love.
Build by God above,
This is love.

Details | Verse |

Deep in the Woods

Deep in the woods,

the branches dance in the wind,

wild and free,

Spreading their fragrance for

you and me.

Wild flowers sway,

as the wind try's picking them up,

Their roots planted firmly,

as they flow from side to side,

showing us all their glory,

and our makers touch inside,

shadows follow as they calmly go slow,

Deep in the woods,

time is well known,

as night takes hold,

until the morning,

when light takes control.

Written by:©Betty Bolden

Details | Rhyme |

Memories On Branches

My, you’re brimming with eggs, oh singing robin redbreast,
Fly to the mulberry branch with your saffron yarn to build your nest.

And hello, mandarin butterfly, look how anxiously you flit,
Here and there until at last upon the elm branch you sit.

Look on the hickory branch, you can observe a predator stalk,
The neighborhood hawk will hoist his prey to the tower loft.

A squirrel launches from an overhead limb into midair, 
It rattles loose an avalanche of snow on my scalp and in my hair.

Details | Rhyme |

Sweet Summer Fruit

when the low-hanging fruit
is bitter from the root
there is no reason to pick
for the bitter will stick

when the wrong socket set
slips on the bolt’s head
there is no use to muscle it
for effort cannot make it fit

with the right question asked
the truth is unmasked
the lie is exposed
and the case can be closed

when the sweet summer fruit
tastes wholesome and good
we savour the taste
and forget all the waste

of the time that we spent
on thoughts small and bent
fretting the small
and missing the ball

missing the dance
and blowing the chance
to eat from the buffet
of the One that is the Way