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Summer Sonnet Poems | Sonnet Poems About Summer

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

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Gentle Summer Rain ll

Featuring:)  Giorgio Veneto

She writes about Fall's beauty in the rain 
the falling raindrops' dance ascribing thence 
bespoken verse that lightens her refrain 
before the time they met - her steps commence. 

She listens to the soft and rhythmic thrum, 
her love turned to escape and cloudy string 
where nimbus mistle fell, tears to become 
their kiss of Autumn was symbolic ring. 

The first light cotton mists with summer rays 
and skyward cheerful laughs adorn the land, 
their ceremonial dance diffuses grays, 
affectionate embrace, where dreams expand. 

Upon September's sky the raindrops gleam 
with half of hidden Sun to laugh and beam.

Enjoy the FRAGRANCE OF RAIN

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FRAGRANCE OF RAIN -contest-
8/29/13 
Sonnet 
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~A Poet Destroyer Collaboration~


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Last Summer of the Lonely Widow

The widow turned the air on, closed her door against the summers’ sounds and cooling breeze. She had no friends or allies anymore and family were mere shards of memories. But sometimes, like a captured damsel, she would stand beside her window for a while. Her neighbor sitting on his porch would see her. He'd turn her way, and tip his hat and smile. It might have crossed her mind she could regain some confidence in going out to meet this friendly gent, but at her window pane she stayed as life outside breathed in the heat. Then risking nothing, she would turn away and never know the scent of that one day.


Details | Italian Sonnet |

Summer Lover

Oh, summer sun, all winter I have missed
your stale hot breath upon my upturned face;
your tongue that seers my flesh as I unlace
the strings on my bikini. I am kissed
by sultry lips that burn. I can’t resist!
I bask in light of day, and I embrace
Your penetrating rays that find each space
of skin exposed. I wait and plan my tryst.
And when you come, I’ll reverence you once more,
supine, as you would have me, to receive
your torrid touch as token of your lust.
In June we’ll meet as always by the lakeshore.
I should not go.  So well you can deceive.
Some lovers you have killed! Yet still I trust. . .

*For A Rambling Poet's Scavenger Hunt Contest
This poem emulates the lovely haiku called
"dappled sun," (6/9) and also it is a love poem 
for summer much like Constance's Senryu 
"Winter Love" is her love affair with winter.


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Just Dreaming

Walk along the shore with me and let me see you smile
Close your eyes and visualize a romantic tropical isle
Palm trees and a summer breeze, sunshine overhead
Conversation with only our eyes, nothing being said

A secluded beach just out of reach, the surf the only sound
Two hearts one in the summer sun, a blanket on the ground
A sailboat dancing on the horizon, sun is going down
Tropical evening, harbor lights, as we walk back to town

Was it real or was I just dreaming as we walk along
And as we walk, the ocean singing her enchanting song
Feel the sand between our toes and taste the salty air
A falling star streaks across the sky going God knows where

You touch my heart and my soul in this island Paradise
The reflection of the Southern Cross in your loving eyes


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On a Summer's Day

Shall I contend thee on a summer's day?
Thou art more vengeful and more aggressive.
Rough winds do shake the bleeding buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short to live. 

Sometime too hot the eye of heaven brands,
And often is his gold complexion grimmed;
And limit to the fear a mind withstands,
By chance, or nature's changing course untrimmed. 


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Play Ball

baseball and poetry love them both
just like writing baseball excites me too
and during the recent months they’ve gain growth
love it as much as writing an haiku

can’t wait next month the season will begin
I'm not like others I never played golf
if I’m lucky I’ll catch a Red Sox win
outside of Fenway was a sign for Gulf

besides Poetry Soup may be else where
such as MLB dot com checking scores
I love baseball because it has some flair
as a kid bought cards from many stores

when summer is here I’ll watching more
wife and I caught a Red Sox Phillies game
and my wife didn’t find the game a bore
but lately the Red Sox have brought us shame

but the new season will be starting soon
enjoy the games even from the saloon


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Summer time fun

Summers come and go, what little time
do I get that new game and play
as the summer heat peaks in time.
Will my friends be able to play? 

Is my family going on a train
to somewhere so far away
where there will  be so much pain 
wish I was home to play.

That fishing hole down the road
where all love to spend our time.
fish big enough break my rod
as we sit in the sun from above.

It will be here so soon in time 
how will I have fun this summer time


Details | Italian Sonnet |

A Sweet Sublime

Oh, endings are a sweet sublime, crisp with longing,
a joyous confection of ripe orchards and hay fields
bursting on the senses plump with summer's yield
and so the Fall's a summer love belonging...

belonging now to branch, to bough, to wind belonging
remnant leaves full blooded block blows like shields   
and golden stalks march across blue skied cornfields 
Oh, what sweet ending makes warm prolonging?

Oh, prolong the morning dew, too soon it turns frost.
Let the scent of concord grape on trellised vine cling 
among the morning glories grasp criss-crossed 
for Fall is best beloved while summer sings
and winter belays it's use of killing frost
for Autumn's glory's brief while summer lingers.


Date: Aug. 14, 2012


Details | Crown of Sonnets |

Touch Of Skin

The sun caresses my skin on this hot summers day. 
It would be wonderful for a slight rain to splash on my 
skin in such a way.

I should love it if a cool breeze came floating by.
 Time seems to be going by slowly these days.

I hear the words whispered from his lips.
 "Don't go all shy on me now".
As his fingertips caress the length of my spine.

We lay naked on the top of the summer meadow.
A kiss on the lips, a kiss on the hips.

I seen the cranes fly, as I moved to his touch.
They flew from the edge of the pond, below us.
As we were spread out on the large quilt.

High on the peak, I with my book of prose.
Him, with his glistening body dripping beads of sweat.

I've come to these's highlands since I could remember.
This place was a staple of my childhood, in fact , this 
mountain hilltop belonged to my grandparents.

His words rolled on the slight movement in the air.
" Be still",   "it was our little game we played". 
As he traced the nap of my neck with his tongue 
And found his way to my lips, our tongues entwined  
like ivy on the forest walls.

We had been friends since the age of twelve.
That's when his parents bought the adjoining land. 

You taste like sweet mountain honey, " all mine".
He knew his touch inflamed my senses, as finger
tips caressed his muscles, as nails pierced his skin.

He knew he drove me crazy, as I drifted into bliss.
Though still fully aware of his every touch, every 
rhythm of our heartbeats kept tempo with our inferno lust.

His every touch reminded me why I kept coming back for 
the summer vacations, besides my grandparents being old.
In fact this would be the last two days of summer pleasure.

I wouldn't want to lose my editing job, back in the city.

I felt his eager body quiver as we moved together in time.
As he pressed his hips against mine, it was all I could do. 
Lovely woman, you are my  summers favorite delight !!!           

   
Jan. 7, 2013 monday 10pm
I haven't written one like this in about five years. 
Thought I'd give it a try .


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A Kiss Of Sunshine

The equinox in autumn evens out the nights and days and makes them equal length. I lie outside because I am devout, but you, dear Sun, eventually lose strength. I dream in winter of each afternoon we meet in summer. . . passion at its peak, and I can play as if I'm a cocoon wrapped in your heat till night time makes you weak. Oh, Sun, I need again for you to surge for hours on end, so I can take you in and at the close of day, I can emerge your monarch, tinged with scarlet for our sin. Spring comes, and with it comes the moment when a kiss of sunshine I will feel again! Written by Andrea Dietrich/ 3/7/13 For "A Kiss of Sunshine" Poetry Contest 1 original, poem on the theme of .A Kiss Of Sunshine............ Any form is acceptable. Now for the "Take Two" Poetry Contest of nette onclaud


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