Heaven Summer Poems

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Details | Free verse |
You'll probably find me in my little garden
With my big floppy straw hat upon my head,
And dirt on my hands digging in rich black soil.
I'm always fiddling with my garden beds,
Planting ground cover between the plants,
Blue little petals with heart-shaped leaves.
Some bloom early and some bloom late,
But the anticipation is worth the wait.

A gentle breeze like butterfly wings
Lifts sweet aromas from my blooms.
Honeysuckles, alyssums and gardenias,
Flowers of reddish pink, purple and white,
Stretch and yawn towards the sun.
A true show that spoils the eyes and heart.

Please come and sit a spell and we can chat,
And enjoy my little garden of zen.
Ice tea or peach schnapps, if you wish.



For Sandy's Ivy's contest, 'My Own Little Garden'

Copyright © Connie Gildersleeve | Year Posted 2013




Details | Free verse |
I wake on the sand
Right near the beach
You have yet to awake
Far out of reach
And Daybreak has arrived
A beauty unlike any other
Comparable only to us, girl
And how we love each other

So I gaze up alone
Marveling up at the sky
The warmth of the sun
Drying my eyes
I'm reflecting on us
Oh how each other we trust
I'm just so happy we're together
And I think to myself,
Just as this sun, we'll last forever

Then returning to be with you
I lay again now
Place my hand gently
On your warm tender shoulder
While I think of our lives today, love
And how they'll be when we're older...
I know there'd be no other way
So "I Love You" I make sure I say
To you, each and everyday

Copyright © Andrew Shannon | Year Posted 2013

Details | Verse |
the salty wind blowing from far, far away
read me a poem today
whose lines I've heard before,
bur where and when,
I couldn't tell:

"the shortest road is the one 
that you know, 
 the longest road is the one 
that you love"

soaked in deep thoughts,
I sat there for hours and hours
my eyes shut, lips dry
waiting for further clues
until, as a sudden,
the 'longest way' part rang a bell

I got off the chair,
opened my arms wide towards the ocean
hugged and kissed the wind,
the almightiest messenger of them all,
for making me feel again 
so well. 

Copyright © A.O. Taner | Year Posted 2016




Details | Free verse |
Death, it is a sad way to go,
to leave this earth, dressed in your Sunday best
While faces surround you with tears
breaking the barriers of their emotions
tearing their hearts apart, looking down
upon my stone face, upon the face, lays a simplistic smile
that shows no emotion, no teeth, no life.
Death, it is a sad way to go.

People hurry, say their goodbyes,
but when your alive,
they never come around, they never call, they never even think
of you and how you are feeling.
While you walk the streets, with a smile on your face,
nothing but knives stick sharpe in my back and gossip
burns a hole in my soul and heart;
but I keep on walking and smiling.
I keep rolling on through like a summer hurricane
tears apart a coastal city in the heat of June weather,
Walking till death comes to shake my hand and grin at my soul.

Then as you lay their in your casket
with a buqouet of your favorite flowers, (Roses and Tulips)
they sit around you, the same faces, the same blind eyes
and they all shed tears and says good things.
Too late for that don't you think?
Death, it is a sad way to go, but what relief you get,
when finally departing in peace and leaving the drama
and careless people in your life.
After I am put six feet under, a week of crying passes,
After two weeks I am lost and long forgotten,
nothing but a stone at my cranium to keep me company
and my new friends, who sleep along next to me.
Dead and forgotten, but the dead never forget their fellow lost souls.
Only the living forget such souls that were so good to them,
now they are gone,
I am gone.
How do you feel, now that I am gone?

Death, it is a sad way to go, but what peace you recieve in Paradise.

Copyright © Chris Boskovski | Year Posted 2013

Details | Dramatic Verse |
Oh, tragic feather what is thy tragedy
No longer freedom gay or certian loft
How is this thy new translation
From a majesty, unto a wing thou hath mighty dropped

Were thou thus, shunned, cast away 
Or merely, cut out or off
As limb from downward spiral angel
Perhaps, a troubled finch or insanity in wayward hawk

Lie, if thou must, be it amidst a deafening silence, lonesome soft
But, I plead, please tell me fallen feather, what hath befallen thee
Thy tuft to ne’er evermore touch again
What life should be, warmth of the summer's breeze

Sleep, sleep now 'neath the alley's gutter greys 
Catching Weeping Willows damning drops
Adrift as the drowning lily dying
In seas of the myriad scattered rots

An accomplice I shall say, within a winter's willing white
And alas, buried ordinary in this doth the corpse delight
Far beneath the crowds held at bay and forever lost
Now thou hath become the naked grove of wicker and then...
                                   the more of naked souless crops

Copyright © Michael Smith | Year Posted 2013

Details | Epic |

A shade tree, the end of a dirt road
in the country, middle of nowhere
the bed of my truck, tailgate swung low
legs hang over the edge
A small pond flanked
by endless fields and blue skies
laying back gazing up 
The radio at full volume
through opened windows
singing along and laughing

A few beers, 
cold from the ice chest
quenching our thirst
dripping on our skin
feels good on a hot afternoon,
shorts and tank tops
shoes kicked off
wrapped in each other
as the earth pauses 
and we are the only ones here

A friendly dare, wide eyes
huge smiles, clothing is removed
as we run naked to the pond
jumping in, splashing, 
the cool water is as refreshing
as your eyes staring at me with that grin
and I pull you close and kiss you,
your skin against mine and we are nowhere
and everywhere at the same time

Loving you as cat tails sway 
in a warm summer breeze
Seals and Croft play from the stereo,
it couldn’t be more perfect
lost in the passion of your embrace,
feeling the sun caress us,
we are one and this day is ours
as a bull frog croaks his approval 
and we both laugh again,
so much in love… 
 
Dressing as the sun sets igniting 
the sky in enchanting colors 
I kiss you again and tell you I love you,
and you blush like the horizon…
this is our place and as we drive off, 
you next to me, resting your head on my shoulder
I take one last glance at our heaven 
in the rear view mirror
thinking to myself
we will be back…soon

Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2016

Details | Tanka |
Many of time have
I sat upon earthy ground,
amongst Huckle Berry patches
gorging in Huckle Berry heaven
with glutton lips painted purple.

Copyright © Anthony O. Mitchell Jr. | Year Posted 2013

Details | Pantoum |
   THE UNHOLY DEAD
He would take her to heaven if she chose to go
but her world's just a place for the dead,
if she had a solution he wanted to know,
in a while it would be in his head.

All her world is a place for the unholy dead
she might answer his question two times,
in a while he might see, but will lose it instead
holding out for an answer that rhymes.

she might answer his question, and answer it twice,
"yes I love you but don't want to go,"
so he holds out much longer because of the price
of the things that he never should know.

"Yes I love you but it's not time for me to leave,"
she has told him, but didn't explain,
"Love is something you never should know nor believe,
unless you are a sweet summer rain."

Yes she told him, but didn't tell all that she knows,
he can't see how she loves him so much,
like a sweet summer rain she appears and then goes
to the heaven he wants her to touch.

He can't see how she loves him, his heart is so blind,
nor that they are in heaven--but how?
And he wants so to touch her, and then he will find
they're together in heaven right now.

How they got to heaven, she said time and again,
"I have loved you much longer than me,"
and together in heaven, they see how love's been
for as long as a true love can be.

She has loved him much longer than sweet summer rain
and before she was ever a child,
for as long as a true love that's hard to explain,
from where-ever a true love is filed.

And before she was young, in her place of the dead,
they were younger than love ever knows,
and where-ever love is, in the heart or the head,
they've gone into where-ever love goes.
© ron wilson

Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2012

Details | Prose |
Moments to Reflect
Seed of Birth
After a summer shower I watch the wonders unfold Gods truth is being shown. His love for all shall be known to all who have eyes that can see. The miracle of life that is a delight to behold can be seen in a drop of rain on the end of a leaf. Sparkling like a diamond in the light, more precious than gold, a secret is told. The water of life, without it we cannot go on the earth would be has dry has a bone. A desert: a waste land as hot as Hades and not fit to be called home. The water of life He is known. 
The air so sweet and clean the breath of life He has been called. A blessing from the father it is a Gift given to us all. When the air can been seen it is unclean and in this state I call it satans breathe, oh so foul and within it only death can be found. 
Flower and trees, grass that is so green that there is not any artist in the world that could paint a more beautiful scene. Concrete streets and black top parking lots; progress is what it is called…maybe not. An eyesore, mans’ master piece his legacy, beauty it’s not. 
Like a spring rain or after a summer shower; new life does salvation brings. Like the morning dew shining like tiny jewels, in the sunshine they do glow.  Flowers blooming and life a renewing, with Jesus this is how salvation goes.
Rain can be seen as the world being baptized and cleansed, purifying it of mankind sins. This is a fresh beginning but it not at its end it only truth starts when you ask Jesus to come in.  
After a gentle rain shower our God reminds humanity of His power and His promise: rainbow in the sky a wonderful, magical miracle, truly a delightful sight. His signature written in the sky, proof that He tells no lies; never again with water will He end the world that has bought to Him so much pain. His tears of sadness, never again will the world end with rain. 
The evil one try his best with his temptation and his tests to cause us to die and never to rise; humanity he do hate want to take all with him into that fiery lake. These are the tools of his trade war and strife adding in a touch of worldly lust doing his best to kill our trust in the Lord who has given us so much. The spiritual war is what we are in do not fall for satan schemes. Heaven or hell which one will it be? Like the sun gives life to flower, the Son gives life to all who follows. He who is free is free in deed.
Christ the savior God did send, it shows us that satan cannot win. Like a summer day after a spring rain new life will begin. He will pardon us of all our sins but you must ask him to come in His forgiveness know no end. Open your heart and let Him in then and only then can you win. In Him salvation is guarantee and a new life can begin; so you must choose Heaven or hell where will you spend eternity in? 
God our Father gave His Son to the world so that we would have a path to the truth a light to shine in the darkest of time. Allow His attributes to shine forth you do not would to lose your soul. Before time ever begin He love us, will you not trust in Him sight unseen, the One who gives all life meaning?
All it takes is faith to bypass that fiery lake, because tomorrow is not promise and another sunshine you may not see. Time is on no one side, so do not go chasing rainbows you cannot fly. Keep what real in your mind the reality is sin must die. God give His Son to pay a price that He did not owe, the cost was high, but gift that is given for those who believe; is to be by His side, salvation is free are you ready to receive?
Summer shower and gentle breeze,
Golden flower and dew drops of leaves.
Soft green grass beneath your feet.
                    The only thing sweeter is than life is living with Jesus for all eternity.

Copyright © randall graves | Year Posted 2013

Details | I do not know? |
Walking with the love of my life in light drizzle, hand in hand to breathe the fresh damp evening air, and view the late sunset's glare as the end of summer preludes with crickets' hymn and night birds sing that razed the fire trees last majestic bloom Amid the howling cur, not a care in the world, we share one heart for that is all we have and need, so richly blessed we found True love Though seasons change, as they surely will, when leaves shall fade and fall to icy white, well keep the warmth in each other's hand. Till the last twinkling moment, we let go, to walk ahead, and wait until once more hold hands, to walk in love on that endless summer day that never fades away

Copyright © Jun Gonzales | Year Posted 2017

Details | Prose |
Coming out of a cold season 
Which I admire
Going into a warmer season
Causing me to perspire

But I do desire this warmer season
I claim and commit to spring 
Speaking  of a  seasonal  special  emotion
The next season  causes  me to  have

A melt down of considerable disposition
And  yes, cook an egg on the hood 
Of your car.  Even to hot to barbeque.
I'll  take that cue excuse me.  

I despise the season, SIZZLING 
SUMMER, when  cold lemonade is 
Worth more than a fifty dollar bill.
I'm liable to stick my head 

Inside of  a grocery store  freezer
As the store clerk says chill man its 
Not that bad.
Perspiration touching the eyeballs burning.

Hungry for the coldest winter, yearning for
A crystal clear tall glass of frigid  AIR!
there's a boiling point of  perspiration in creases
I never knew I had.

Where is the first  snow flake I'm wishing for? 

Copyright © VAL BROOKLYN Rogers BLK PANTHER | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |
the spark is still between us.
electricity, he always comes with lightning.
he knows i can't resist a storm.
 
july is ending, again.
sunburnt, peeling in my bed.
last month's dead cells
sticking to the wall
above the spot i got too mad.
 
lauging with kings,
you bought me a drink
and i haven't seen you so happy in a while.
 
my god, it's been a while
since the conversation failed to end.
even the bits of frustration
felt gentler. although,
i still apologize.
 
kisses running up your spine,
how i wish you were all mine.
 
you told me you couldn't tell
if i was dead or alive.
kept asking if i was
losing my mind.
told me i needed to eat.
 
you didn't get angry with me. not once.
not one single time
did you lose your temper
trying to understand mine.
 
we got our picture taken at the bar
and you put your arm around me.
all night long, you had your hands
all over me.
you wrapped your night around me,
and made me feel higher than god.
 
i almost called you baby,
but not even i am that daft.
no one makes me feel like way,
and i wanted to tell you 
i'm losing my mind
from all the things i do not say.

Copyright © Evelyn Rose | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |

Heaven in the rear view mirror 

A shade tree, the end of a dirt road
in the country, middle of nowhere
the bed of my truck, tailgate swung low
legs hang over the edge
A small pond flanked
by endless fields and blue skies
laying back gazing up 
The radio at full volume
through opened windows
singing along and laughing

A few beers, 
cold from the ice chest
quenching our thirst
dripping on our skin
feels good on a hot afternoon,
shorts and tank tops
shoes kicked off
wrapped in each other
as the earth pauses 
and we are the only ones here

A friendly dare, wide eyes
huge smiles, clothing is removed
as we run naked to the pond
jumping in, splashing, 
the cool water is as refreshing
as your eyes staring at me with that grin
and I pull you close and kiss you,
your skin against mine and we are nowhere
and everywhere at the same time

Loving you as cat tails sway 
in a warm summer breeze
Seals and Croft play from the stereo,
it couldn’t be more perfect
lost in the passion of your embrace,
feeling the sun caress us,
we are one and this day is ours
as a bull frog croaks his approval 
and we both laugh again,
so much in love… 
 
Dressing as the sun sets igniting 
the sky in enchanting colors 
I kiss you again and tell you I love you,
and you blush like the horizon…
this is our place and as we drive off, 
you next to me, resting your head on my shoulder
I take one last glance at our heaven 
in the rear view mirror
thinking to myself
we will be back…soon


Happy Summer Soupers

I decided to repost this since when I originally posted it, it was winter. Duh. : )  



Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2017

Details | Couplet |
Setting sunshine and wine                                                                                                                                                        Pink horizon, black tree line                                                                                                                                                  Cerulean blue skies, the first fire fly                                                                                                                           Night’s envoys rise, sips from on high

Copyright © John Beam | Year Posted 2017

Details | Rhyme |
mountain top 
i feel the lack of oxygen
stiller than a mannequin
atmosphere a reading lens
the smell of my heating skin
I can dodge the poison oak
jumped off the tallest rock
look into the heart of pools
almost heard the meadow talk
the silence speaks
language of the higher plane
echoes from a time before
buzzing in the summer rain
sierra: spine of the wild west
the red dust never settled
free lands never rest
moves beyond a human eye
motions set from centuries
beyond the moment presently
a lonely souls pleasantries
finite: this time is bittersweet 
as far as eyes can see
the history is deep
yet mountains barely weep
unmovable and defining
a significance is made
down the rocky grades
life flooding our plains
we forever wish to tame

Copyright © Davin Payne | Year Posted 2017