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Details | Quatrain |

Summer Nights in the South

Summer Nights in the South Green fireflies blink in the quiet of night and our sleeping old dog heaves a sigh. Dreaming, she sprints through a youthful blue sky chasing delicate clouds, cotton-white. A red-sunset tanager* colors the warm air from a perch in the majestic oak limbs above professing by lullaby, sincerely devoted love, like some sublimely recited evening prayer. I lay back and smile, through the leaves, at the moon to the sound of crops rippling in the breeze thinking how precious are nights such as these when alone, with the Earth I commune.
*Summer Tanagers (Piranga rubra) are native to the southern U.S. but are not true tanagers. They are actually members of the cardinal family. 08/01/15 Submission for Contest: Nature Poems Only Hosted by: Shadow Hamilton

Copyright © The Grahamburglar | Year Posted 2015

Details | Sonnet |

Pink and Grey Galahs

I see a pair of Pink and Greys
They fly on by my way
They seem to be so filled with health
To me they do have so much wealth

They're so majestic in the sky
As I see them flying by
And when they land upon a branch
It really puts me in a trance

Trays of seed I have for them
On which upon they land
Such a lovely sight to see
I could almost feed them from my hand

I love to see them feeding there
As the seed these two birds share

Copyright © Vera Duggan | Year Posted 2014

Details | Triolet |

Summer Memory - Visual 3

When we went down the road that day,
Into the green and sun, just we'
It was a time of joy and play
When we went down the road! - that day
So sad, I go alone today
To hear the birds and see the trees
When we - went down the road that day
Into the green and sun, just we!

May 24, 2015


For the contest, One Lovely Summer Triolet, sponsor, Andrea Dietrich

Third Place

Copyright © Broken Wings | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |


How we love this secluded pond
He lowers me to the grass
And on my stomach I watch
Little beetles, blue dragonflies
Transparent wings fluttering
soft humming near my ears
My smiles born broadly in sunlight

His tender hands hold my back
to his chest. And in the shallow
pool numerous tadpoles curiously
investigate my otherwise useless
legs without pity or shame
He smiles words of joy to me
In my ears and to my mouth

Red squirrel clambers
the tree near our temporary
bed where his hands fumble
and his mouth smiles broadly
between my hands, breeze
lifting my curls as wings
on small hummingbirds

From the corners of his eyes
The lazy luce ponders the strange
ways of human tenderness
While he holds me in his
endless loving patience
That doesn't care about ability
Just we, water, sun and together


February 6, 2017

Copyright © Darren White | Year Posted 2017

Details | Rhyme |

No fool

The sea is beautiful and I love it 
and every single at the beach moment 

Seagull chatters
Wind no matters

The body turning yummy brownie
My nature has stopped being whiny

I love it!
I love it! I love it!

And the best situation is my dear one 
when there shines the shiny beautiful--

Diamond which to have is really such fun
On my right hand and not from a fool


Copyright © Weeping Willow | Year Posted 2016

Details | Triolet |

Summer Days

~Summer Days~ (Triolet) Summer season brings very hot weather But the days cool again when it departs Hear the birds,butterflies see the heather Summer season brings very hot weather There is fun and lots of sun altogether We see sunshine very bright for most part Summer season brings very hot weather But the days cool again when it departs. Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 copyright@2015 May.3.2015

Copyright © Dorian Petersen Potter | Year Posted 2015

Details | Verse |


Standing out in a field alone, a little white flower named Daisy longed for someone to share her world.
One day a blue flower named Bachelor Button entered her world they became friends.
 She knew by his name that he was not the propagating kind, but that didn’t stop their relationship she called him BB short for best bud.
The seasons of Spring & Summer they enjoyed the sun, laughed in the rain and held on fast in the Fall.
Winter came it was long and hard they were both covered in a blanket of snow, not knowing whether they would ever see each other again or even survive .The snow fell     then came the ice, this went on for months.

The Sun shone brightly the first day of spring. A few days later warmth of the sun melted the snow, Daisy popped up .
 I’ve been waiting days for you to come out, said BB, they both chanted hooray!
The snow was completely gone in a few days, the birds started building their nests , bugs were crawling around ,butterflies began to visit the two flowers. I wish there were more of us Daisy said, to BB.

They laughed as the sun and wind blew through their leaves.  Then it started the sun and rain took turns until one morning the air & field was filled with the smell of flowers.
Daisy and BB looked at each other and asked what kind of flowers are these ? they’re not white like daisies they’re not blue like bachelor buttons. They did not know the birds and bugs carried the seeds from the two of them and the caterpillars buried them under the soil.
The seeds from the new flowers were then carried by the winds many miles away, they landed in fertilized gardens and flourished, although they faced danger everyday. 
as they were called WEEDS ..
 The Gardener pulls weeds out of the garden so they don’t choke the flowers, which cost a lot of money and require lots of maintenance.

However there was a Gardener who saw her friends spending hours weeding their garden , that they didn’t have enough time to admire and enjoy the labors of their love
So she set out to give a home to all the weeds ,she provided a place where they could fit in and multiply, they required no maintenance, rain provides their water .

The best part of all is their beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
 Ask my granddaughter-- What are those flowers in the garden ?
  She will answer "WILDFLOWERS " their parents were Daisy and BB

Copyright © kj force | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |

Henry the Hedgehog

On a lovely sunny morn
Henry the lonely hedgehog
Awoke with sun as it reached dawn
As he heard some croaking frogs
With birds a chirping everywhere
And the frogs making their din
Henry, looking here and there
He gave a sleepy grin

He'd woke up from hibernation
All set for a brand new season
Looking forward to a new adventure
His waking gave him reason
To say 'hello' to all around
He felt real good today
He has a chat on the muddy ground
Then he went upon his way

As he strolled along the path
He saw old Polly Parrot
Old Polly he did make him laugh
He was chewing on a carrot
It's not the fool that parrots eat
But that's how Polly is
They both were happy so to meet
And spent their day in bliss

Copyright © Vera Duggan | Year Posted 2015

Details | Haiku |

Ripe Mangos

Ripe Mangos
overripe mangos falling from a pregnant tree- worms ready for feast

Copyright © Pandita Sanchez | Year Posted 2014

Details | Verse |

Summer storm

A deep dark mysterious roar 
hauntingly beautiful 
as Rainfall prances on the ground.

Awakened by the howling 
of the rolling rumble
tiny birds chirp in harmony 
with the thunders groan.
The garden sings with delight 
as it bathe in the summer rain.

Filled with excitement 
all is at peace 
in the melody 
of an early morning storm.


Copyright © Lee Carter | Year Posted 2015

Details | Verse |

Words for Birds

First person singular prohibited. In order
to be more crow.
War! war! war! war! war! 

Then there's that lowland wetland bird
around the stunted red pines crying
Birdy, birdy, birdy, birdy.

Hear the redwing blackbird chirring
Her, her, her... she
as one might expect, Spring.

Words for birds
since they're inaccessible. Aim
binoculars left, right, up, down, missing every time.

At the piano recital
Aaron made the penguins run, run, run, not waddle, 
from a hungry polar bear! 

Everything passes, even a massacre, 
but birds outlast cars
and words like chemical and holocaust.

Woodpecker climbs oak, 
Not one neighbor heard the knocking.

The voice of a pewee
whose nest has fallen out of the tree.
Oh my! Oh me! 

What did the wood thrush sing
that summer evening
teaching its young thrush meanings?

Copyright © Robert Ronnow | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |

The Mockingbird

The mockingbird returns in spring. 
What it does best is sing, sing, sing.
Its sings of this and sings of that
and leaves no doubt of where it’s at.

It sings all day . . well into night:
grows irksome past that first delight.
And always comes back from its stay,
to that same bush, not far away. 

The birds of winter soon are gone.
Most of them have now moved on.
And mockingbird with typical gall,
Attempts to mimic one and all.

A busy bird it glides and swoops.
Will challenge one or even groups.
When feeling threatened for its young;
A bird-war barrage has begun.

This slender mid-sized bird of grey,
Will be here soon; it's on its way.
Once again to sing, sing, sing,
To let us know it's really spring.

And late into each summer night,
Once I get past that first delight.
I'll wish from on my patio chair:
It wasn't here, but rather . . there!

Copyright © Diane Lefebvre | Year Posted 2015

Details | Lyric |

The Call of Spring

The birds sit on the willow;
The sun peeps from the sky.
Downstream the noisy rivers flow,
And busy ants scurry by.

A butterfly with rainbow color
Runs wildly as a vine - 
Passing o're the flowers
In paths of strange designs.

The flower trees are bending:
Smiling to the rain.
Gigantic trees are mending;
And summer dawns again.

Copyright © Patrick Carpen | Year Posted 2015

Details | Couplet |

Sip the Nectar

The hummingbirds, they come and play,
sip the nectar, fly away.
To the trees then back to feed.
Sun on wings, a sight indeed.
The noise they make, quite unique
Nothing like normal bird-speak.
I sit on deck, they hover near.
Enjoying life, they show no fear.
These joyous moments enhance my day
as the hummingbirds, they come and play.

Copyright © Francine Roberts | Year Posted 2015

Details | Haiku |

Flamingo a-go-go

wings Para Para                                                                                                                                                                        pink fans fly into the sun                                                                                                                                                                  the lawn is silent

Copyright © John Beam | Year Posted 2014

Details | Haiku |

Bird Migration

shades of gray  journey
aspiration food , nesting 
recurring winter


Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2017

Details | Haiku |


hovers at the back window
my load  lightens

Copyright © Thomas Martin | Year Posted 2015

Details | Limerick |


                                         DARLING BIRDS OF MAY
                                Chirrrrup chirrrrup  darling birds of May
                           Peep, cheep, peepy cheep please hit the hay
                                            We are summer birds
                                            Say no empty words
                                    Rising sun is bathing us with ray

Copyright © RAJAT KANTI CHAKRABARTY | Year Posted 2014

Details | Triolet |

Summer Days

~Summer Days~ 

Summer season brings us very hot weather 
But the days cools again when it depart 
Hear birds, see butterflies, flowers, heather 
Summer season brings us very hot weather 
There is fun and lots of sun altogether 
We see sunshine very bright for most part 
Summer season brings us very hot weather 
But the days cools again when it depart. 

Dorian Petersen Potter 
aka ladydp2000 


~Author's Notes:

This "Triolet" has been written this time using ten syllables lines,( The English style) instead, of the usual eight syllables ( The French  style) which I usually write with more in the past.

Copyright © Dorian Petersen Potter | Year Posted 2016

Details | Tanka |

Sparrow Hawk

Tantalizing wind Meadow ripples, full of life Caterpillar morph Bird of prey, predator's eye. Silent glide across pasture.

Copyright © Delice Arleen Skelly | Year Posted 2015

Details | Monorhyme |

Summer Carousel

Overlooking from the hill, an ancient water well
casts a muted shadow bound in sunset’s wondrous spell.
Gold etched emeralds wave goodnight, across the sylvan dell
while mysterious lullabies of songbirds sound the knell. 

The venerable old scarecrow from his pike knows all too well;
the secrets whispered by the trees, but he will never tell.
Tranquility of newborn nights, so beautiful and frail, 
comes around, and goes around, the summer carousel. 


Written for: Monorhyme Contest
Hosted by: Shadow Hamilton

Copyright © The Grahamburglar | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |

Beautiful Sunrise -The American Whitney Style

~Beautiful Sunrise~ ( Double Whitney ) Sunrise shines Appears again Spreads around Cover mountains Beach, above Clouds, softly pass A band of geese, fly high The air's cool And the sun's warm Delightful Wonderful time Warms my heart The songbirds sings His love shines, upon my face. Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 copyright@2012
June.07.2016 ~Author's Notes: The "Whitney" is a syllabic poetry form or style, that was created by Betty Ann Whitney.The "Whitney" is also known as an American Asian Poem.

Copyright © Dorian Petersen Potter | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |

Summer Song - The Haiku Style

~ Summer Song ~ ( Haiku Suite ) Beautiful blossoms Red, pinks, yellows, frosty white Sights of delight Birds sings from the trees A symphony of delight Just thrilling my soul Summer bright sun Sprinkles of life all thru the sky Light kissing the clouds Full sun or low shades Roses peek through the sod Beauty brings good cheer Nature pops ev'ryhere Butterfly birds and bees just fly All the leaves dance in the breeze. Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 copyright@2017
August.24.2017 “Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.” - Mark Twain

Copyright © Dorian Petersen Potter | Year Posted 2017

Details | Sonnet |


Whenever Summer comes i become sad
So sad that i start to bahave like mad
Days regain their elastic seasonal spell
From June to August my heart starts to swell

Emotions rise and fall like waves on shore
Sometimes I float,whiles i sink to the core
While in deep see I remember those days
The backward memeries from childhood plays

As naive boys and simply seeking fun 
The birds that nest were our devilish plan
Once they nestle quite in their feathery seat
They become our satanic childhood treat

Days were so long when we were so young
Now they are so short, there is something wrong

Copyright © Lonely Shepherd | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |


The beach air had come to me
With its refreshing yet breezy sensation
The summer is just in the city
Have the fun in the earth’s heaven

Iced water and a bit of lemon, perhaps
Please hold this for me, thank you
The birds are building their nest
Is it a wonder of something new?

Pass the plain water trunk to me
I will swim the entire sea today
No, not to break a knee
Nor a strut for that fine quay

I wonder how an Olympic medallist dive
Or how the cyclist ride
It would a year maybe five
To practice my coordination and sight

The sunset had arrive
Look at the colour it shows
The swimmers had come to a take five
The meaning only He knows

Copyright © Abdu Muhaimin Hashim | Year Posted 2016

Details | Triolet |

Summer Days

Summer Days Summer days brings us very hot weather But the days cool down 'gain when it depart. Hear birds, see the butterflies, and heather. Summer season brings us very hot weather. There is fun and lots of sun altogether. Enjoy sunshine very bright for most part. Summer days brings us very hot weather But the days cool down 'gain when it depart. Written: September.25.2014 Sponsor: Alfred Vassallo Contest: one new Triolet

Copyright © Dorian Petersen Potter | Year Posted 2014

Details | Sonnet |

An Early Summer Saturday's Reflection

At last the summer’s here, I think for good!
And winter’s snow can stay where it belongs -
atop the mountains! In my neighborhood,
each night I hear our newest neighbors’ songs.

The birds that have been settling in since spring
and building nests inside our lovely trees
delight me, for I love to hear them sing
while I am sitting in the evening breeze.

I went behind my house this Saturday,
and there beside the chain link fence I found
a robin-redbreast, whose stiff body lay
where grass is getting yellow all around.

Oh, what cruel fate for one since early June
had sung for us beneath this summer’s moon!

Written Saturday, June 8, 2013
for the Summer Contest of Francine Roberts

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |


When summer ends, autumn begins. The leaves fall from the trees. Such a beautiful sight and done so spiritually. Magical is the change of the seasons into the New Year. I saw a red bird today and enjoyed her chirping. Gathering food, she was on my window sill. Pillared to be quite successful, her tiny wings went a flight. The red beak is all that was seen as she entered the sky. Absolutely beautiful is when the leaves fall from the trees. Summer has ended with autumn’s inception. I can feel the breeze. ________________________________________| PENNED ON AUGUST 30, 2014!

Copyright © Verlena S. Walker | Year Posted 2014

Details | Triolet |


The crows rise up into the summer sky,             
Horizon's orange fills with dots of black          
The murder glides through air, alert and spry,
The crows rise up into the summer sky.              
They dip their wings in water, then they cry -        
The 'caws' resound beyond the sea and back,      
The crows rise up into the summer sky,             
Horizon's orange fills with dots of black.     

For Andrea's Triolet Contest
Iambic Pentameter used (10 syllables per line)
My first Triolet
Big thanks to Paul Callus and Craig Cornish for helping me improve the form, meter and poem!!
Spry - Active, Lively
Murder - Group of crows

Copyright © Sneha RV The Literature Lover | Year Posted 2015

Details | Triolet |

Summer Sky

Summer Sky
Summer sky splashed with orange bright as smoldering sun blazes down, tickling the sea in sheer delight. Summer sky splashed with orange bright, polka-dotted with birds in flight, their dark wings flapping all around. Summer sky splashed with orange bright as smoldering sun blazes down.

Copyright © Pandita Sanchez | Year Posted 2015