Submit Your Poems
Get Your Premium Membership


See and share Beautiful Nature Photos and amazing photos of interesting places



Summer Free Verse Poems | Free Verse Poems About Summer

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

12345
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


Details | Free verse |

MARGINS


Her whimsy stirs even water

The pool reflects pure incandescence;
she toys with a newfound buoyancy

My school-less angelfish
               flouncing in elements and
               shimmering in pink ruffles 
               while sun ripened ringlets dance 

A minstrel disguised as a 
               red-winged blackbird returns 
               her endless chatter, won-over

Despite sun block and a mother’s care
               she is tan and her young skin reminds me 
               of toffee,  butter-soft and wonder-warm

My tiny sprite swings 
               between courage and caution; 
I circle her
              as somehow she encircles me
              we remain within reach of each other
learning to let go...
              the lessons of daughter 
                               and mother

Oh, I am moved to be her moon.

Today’s lesson:

Summer lies with its long hours,
afternoons dripping like vanilla cones
             as cicadas lull lazy tiger lilies 
             with their heat-hymns

It is easy to forget
             this season has margins

It is easy to forget 
             all the margins she will face

Soon, she will board a bus
             walk hard-halls of independence
             be outside of my reach
             be far from my gravitation
             and the security of  my embrace

 It is easy to forget September
             as her lengthening legs chase 
             these turquoise days

             these exquisite turquoise days




OH, SUMMER! SWEETNESS TREASURED!!!



Details | Free verse |

- Summer's End -



Summer is like bathing naked in honey
Liquid hot gold shiny sweet honey
You feel it like velvet on your skin
It fills you with wonder - sweetness and grace
Dancing in a field of timothy filled with summer scents
A gust of wind that kisses your cheek - it's summer time
Small buds on the trees - a little bird sitting in the tree and singing


Summer day suffocated by autumn crisp and cold breath
Grief catches my deepest spirit but the waves hide my tears
On my palette colors are perfect - red, yellow, orange and brown tones
The trees pray and hope - but someone has to lose for severe storms
My eyes capture the most beautiful moments
Autumn dress in beautiful colors dancing and ripples in the wind
Withered autumn leaf - no small bird sitting in the tree and singing






30.08.2014



Contest Name:Summer's End 
Sponsor:Kelly Deschler
Deadline:9/30/2014 


- Thanks for my 1st place in the contest - :)


Details | Free verse |

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






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


Details | Free verse |

October Envy

Her radiant beauty crested, wave ebbing,
summer shakes her flowing green free of cooling rains;
yet, stubbornly they linger, gathering
in misty gray garlands about her peaks.

Decay's first browns creep among the flowers,
drab omens of pallid landscapes soon to come.
Vain summer! Water mirrors she left scattered
reflect from every concave surface of the ground.

Fearful of the season's ending glory,
she reaches for a gown only a queen could wear--
parading field and forest in cascading folds of crimson velvet. 
Brilliant oranges, scarlet, gold weave her leafing harvest crown;
Her saffron slippered feet trip down a path of aging green.

Even the moon grows large with October envy,
but he cannot out do her flamboyant display;
his grand act only lasts a moment
compared to summer's pretentious autumnal show.
She hangs on, only brown remaining,
wringing out every vestige of our praise...
until winter comes, ice bragging, to steal the last away.

August 28, 2014


Details | Free verse |

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-


Details | Free verse |

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.


Details | Free verse |

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!


Details | Free verse |

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



12345