Lyric Summer Poems

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Twas a full moon shining on a cool summer night And hound dogs were howling at its silver shadowed light. I heard but a whisper on the cool evening breeze, Twas the voice of a woman I used to chase and tease. Our love was forever, at least I used to think it so. Then came the day she left me; I wondered, where’d she go? If true love lasts forever, was this love not for me? I heard an answer on the wind - Son, your true love is she. A true love will always linger in the shadows of your heart Even when the one you love has chosen to depart. True love is the love you gave, no matter what the cost It will return to you again, for it is never lost. Like a full moon shining on a cool summer night With placid waters glistening in its silver shadowed light Love comes like a whisper on a cool evening breeze A gentle touch, a soft caress, a rustle in the trees. There is no bitterness in the past, if your love was true The sweetness in the memory is true love’s gift to you A rising sun or new full moon is not a memory And so will love come once again, if you let it be. Twas a full moon shining on a cool summer night And hound dogs were howling at its silver shadowed light I heard but a whisper on the cool evening breeze, Twas the voice of love’s song...answering my pleas.
11-17-12 *An excellent collab,with John Wulf & Dan Kearley*

Copyright © Dan Kearley | Year Posted 2012

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There are very few things more refreshing
than a cool breeze on a hot summer day
Couple that with a glass of iced tea in the evening,
or maybe some chilled lemonade in some afternoon shade
When that tropical breeze blows
on your hot, perspiring skin
It is so rejuvenating, it is soul refreshing
Oh it feels like how you feel
after you finish making love,
and it feels like how you feel
when you start making love again
It's a top-of-the-morning type of feelin',
it's a late night, down low kind of chillin'
Riding on that summer breeze
makes you ready and always willing
to take a journey to love that is so, so fulfilling
There's not a lot of things in life
more pleasant than this 
Catching a cool summer breeze
is something I never ever want to miss

Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2016

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I sit at a small table outside a café. Along a low orange wall, rows and rows of flowered bushes decorate the foreground of a breathtaking scene. Out to a horizon where sea meets sky is endless blue. I inhale perfect beauty! Fine wine and good food are on the way. Here in the sun I will revel in the fragrance of the red roses and the freshness of the air. A butterfly alights nearby me. How simple a thing yet how divine. Fly, Butterfly - Fly out to the bay! I wish to see how long I may keep you In my sight before you vanish into the blue. July 30, 2016 for Edward Ebb's Anacreontic Verse 4 Contest

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2016

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Orphaned footsteps round the old place.
Pitch black soil, packed deep with bartered
coin and Indian heads – wood and otherwise,

coat her worn leather shoes, Hutterite chic. 
The long land screams within its own silence.
Prairie sage burns somewhere, a ghostly smudge

for the undulating grass and, those it serves.
Its alive scent makes the dead turn towards 
its head - and the barely living turn to listen. 

The impossibly endless horizon holds its bright 
blue at bay, begging acknowledgement for 
its self-professed being and looming enormity.

She looks at the broken window glass and 
through the tattered, delicate gray lace. “Those 
were hers.” She whispers to the one who listens. 

This great-great-granddaughter sees the curtains 
as they once were – wistful in the hot Manitoba 
wind; fresh and lowing with the honest elemental 

scent of aspens, hope and bare-knuckle wash boards; 
always fresh; shifting in the cry for solace in summer 
shadows – never as still as this moments endlessness.

Blowing through the deep brown of splintered pine 
front doors; cracking the announcement of cast iron, 
rot and burnt wood comes the simple statement of – 

I lived. This mother of five young does not cry, 
just yearns to walk in the old ones footsteps;
to know them loved; hear the birdsong through

unbroken bedroom windows for a 5am waking; 
feel the resistance of dough on fingers that beg 
to be broken, and kiss the twisting undead, living. 

The burning of the noonday sun taps her whole,
marking; branding her pale Swedish skin its own.
The red sting of burnt breaks her inward silence, 

welcoming her familiar face home.

© Kristin Reynolds 3 29 2009

*Reposted for John's Summer Celebration Contest. This is a personal celebration; 
celebrating and honoring my great grandparents who settled in Manitoba after leaving 
Sweden and Denmark. This celebrates the summer of family, at least for me. We went there 
every summer until it was gone...

Copyright © Kristin Reynolds | Year Posted 2009

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                                                Together we ran away 
                                                 Leaving this dull town 
                                         Driving to somewhere incredible 
                                      Blasting the radio to sweet melodies
                                      Cool crisp breeze blowing on our skin
                              The smell of sweet summer air filling our noses
                         While we watch the vibrant emerald lands pass us by  
                                 Driving to someplace only we would know

Copyright © Rachel Hoyt | Year Posted 2013

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Walk with me my Love
Beneath the summer sun
And talk with me my Love
Until the evening's done.

Stay with me my Love
Though all my youth be fled
Stay with me my Love
Please come and share my bed.

     With you alone I chose to spend my life
     Through all its many years.
      'Tis you alone I'd have for wife
     To share its joys and tears.

Let's call a spade a spade
All cards upon the table.
Live by the rules we made
The best that we are able.

     Tomorrow's sun may bring Anything
      Or perhaps nothing at all.
      Listen close enough and angels sing
      As summer raindrops fall.

Laugh with me my Love
Stars shining on your face.
Dance with me my Love
Within the night's embrace.

     A raven sits in yon withered tree
     Shall we stop to hear him croak?
     What of him to you or me
     Tomorrow is yet smoke.

Dream with me my Love
In the fading morning's dark.
Scheme with me my Love
In time we'll make our mark.

         The bells within the chapel ring
         Read words writ on a wall.
         Snowgeese gather on the wing
         As the winter raindrops fall.

Play with me my Love
Singing in the rain.
Smile with me my Love
Begone all present pain.

Live with me my Love
Until we both grow old.
Sleep with me my Love
My shelter from the cold.

     I'm all right now what I might be
     With your love in my defense.
     We face a thousand mysteries
     This life makes little sense.

      We face what ere the future brings
       As we heed the Siren's call.
      Touch the clouds and angels sing
      As summer raindrops fall.

Copyright © William Masonis | Year Posted 2007

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Your heart is as gold as a summer day’s end;
Most Gentle as the breeze that makes grain ‘neath it bend;
Warm as heat from the sun that to earth doth descend;
And as free as the flocks that the shepherds do tend; 

For your love is as bold as the twilight’s rich blue,
Yet is sweet as the blackberries, vibrant in hue.
As sustained as the sunrise, awaiting night’s cue,
And how much do I love thee, if only one knew!

If compared to the most beautiful summer’s day?
Tis true I am no Shakespeare, and homage I pay,
But were I of his mind, still no words could I say
To describe e’en in slight one worthy of such praise

No not summer nor winter nor autumn nor spring 
Could compare to the love and the joy that you bring,
And if love were a song, then to you would I sing,
For most precious is love, above everything.

Copyright © Isaac Abinante | Year Posted 2016

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Summer Beauty Has Risen of Fragrant Posies and Dream As sunrays dance of fire red And emerald tree's receive A soft breeze whistles A song of love Wrestling through the leaves A place of peace In depths untouched A longing desperate need To touch your flesh To lie in love With you my only dream

Copyright © Rick Parise | Year Posted 2017

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Summer Time
and in the spring
the children sprout
growing up until they old
reminiscing on the past
(Summer Time)...
 So innocent and young
growing old and wise
telling true stories
to the children eyes
some young become old fools
just make sure its not you
Summer Time
and in the spring
the children sprout
growing up until they old
reminiscing on the past
(Summer Time)...

Copyright © Michelle Edwards | Year Posted 2013

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My Video Song " SUMMER DAYS ARE COMING' can be heard on my Music Channel URL The Song has received Semi Finalist Award declared on 5th Sept. 2013. Although it's lyrics has missed the Ist prize by only very few steps but the Award can be seen on Summer days are coming To take you in my arms In summer nights, we shall be Singing our love songs. When the Moonlight would rise The sleeping waves of Sea And your sweet arms would be Encircling me close to thee. Summer days are coming To take you in my arms In Summer nights, we shall be Singing our love songs. I know why you watch The Sea waves rising to kiss When the Moon began to pour Its love drops on the Sea. Watching the joy of Sea waves You always come in mood And then like the rainy clouds You shower your love on me. Summer days are coming To take you in my arms In summer nights, we shall be Singing our love songs. O’ Darling I am waiting For the Summer days to come As in summer days you shower Your rain like love on me. Summer days are coming To take you in my arms In summer nights, we would be Singing our love songs. Ravindra Kanpur India 07th September 2013 NOTE: This song was written in May June and was submitted to Song of the Year USA for an INTERNATIONAL CONTEST. Protected under the copyright provisions of Poetry Soup and You Tube. Cloying this Song or reproducing it in any other form or manner is strictly prohibited. Kanpur India 7th Sept. 2013

Copyright © Ravindra K Kapoor | Year Posted 2013

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Summertime…they say the livin’ is easy,                                                
Flowers growin’ and the sun’s sittin’ high.                                    
They say your Daddy’s rich and your Momma’s so good lookin’;               
So hush now pretty baby…there's no reason to cry. 

One of these days, you’re gonna rise up smilin’.
Take a look around and think you’ve got it all.
You’ll have your Momma’s looks, all your Daddy’s money,
And all the boys in town at your beck and call.

Summertime…Yes, the livin’ is so easy,
Laughin’, singin’, havin’ so much fun.
No time to stop and think about your future
And what life will bring when Summer’s done.

‘Cause Summertime, it don’t last forever.
Breezes cool and the leaves begin to fall;
And in your quiet moments, you'll sit and wonder
How you came so far, but have no love at all.

Summertime....They said the livin’ was easy; 
Ain’t it sad how fast the good times fly; 
And now, your Momma’s looks and all your Daddy’s money
Another sweet, warm Summer’s day they cannot buy. 

Copyright © Robert Candler | Year Posted 2014

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Laying inn the grass watching the clouds float buy, my mined wanders aweigh as eye smell that apple pi. 

I've patiently waited four spring and now that's it's hear awl eye want two dew is sit outside and drink a bier.

I've waited four warmer whether and too bee outdoors, butt today I'm stuck inside and that's such a boar.

Spring inn Pennsylvania isn't as it seams, it goes from wareing shorts on a Monday then down to zero degrees. 

Lucky Mi!


Copyright © Jillian Sabecky | Year Posted 2015

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Summer lady 

In her blue cotton dress 

Walking down the street 

Her red hair shines in soft evening ray 

Like copper ribbon in gentle breeze 

With a soft voice she sings a song 

And it’s of a nightingale’s

Sweet summer lady 

With a dimple deep 

Her skin is of color bronze 

Hard tanned from the wheat field sun 

She sways gently along the way 

Her straw sandal brushing the tall green grass

Summer lady 

As plain as the pale blue sky 

She would scoff at melting butter 

She would hush a crying boy 

She would try to rhyme the world 

With her sweet verse late at night

Sweet summer lady 

In her blue cotton dress 

Strolling down this narrow street 

She waves at me and drops a smile 

Which falls gently upon my chest 

There I smile and whisper soft 

“Here’s a daughter of the earth” 

Copyright © IL AS | Year Posted 2013

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The morning sun hovers coyly
behind broad shoulders of the John Crow Mountain
before unwrapping petals of fever plant and Venice.
Mama’s countenance was far contrast to one so radiant, 
so when the old Leyland bus went shuddering along  gravel road
the first beams break through pinewood forest.

The old New Hampshire Red was up last night, 
bamboozled by the plump moon,
but all was still in the petite hours ‘fore daybreak.
His first boast was far too late;
Banties have already blown their tops, 
and warm rays long ago penetrated rabbit fence.
Leghorns proudly announced fresh eggs.

Beds were unoccupied and unmade.
Voices came, children in euphoria; 
oppressors were off to nine to five.
Nightingale sang an encore 
before morning forage, 
and gaiety commences. 

Brown skinned pickneys, 
like the color of the Balaclava clay, 
with reflections of innards on innocuous visages.
The hoopla lived until the Leyland snaked along treacherous drop
and the sun hastened to avoid mama’s air.
Chores rushed,
and mama voice ruined our names. 
Tomorrow, at first light, we will be children again.

Most of us have heard of lands where dogs licked their humans’ faces
and are driven about in carriages in nappies, 
while we loathe our predicament
some counterparts wrestle in grown-ups’ arenas; 
innocence lost to palm wine and brown-brown, 
and blood moves consciences far less than September’s rain. 
Will tomorrow’s shoots be allowed to be children,
delightful progenies?
Let the bright sun shine on Columbia, Cambodia, Guatemala, and Sierra Leone.

Copyright © Earle Brown | Year Posted 2011

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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

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The long, languorous days of summer have arrived. Good-bye sweat shirts, long sleeves and jackets. Hello shorts and tanks, bathing suits, and sundresses. Bring on the pool parties! Break out the grills - it's barbecue time! Who wants to go camping? I do! I do! Gather the tent and sleeping bags. Don't forget the fishing poles and sunscreen. It's summer time, folks! Can't you hear the beach calling out to you: "Come and Play!" "Come and play!" Frolic in the waves and build castles out of sand. Let your inner child cut loose and celebrate summer! 8/4/16 For Ed Ebbs Anacreontic verse 4 Contest

Copyright © Kim Merryman | Year Posted 2016

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Some Romantic afternoon,
I will hear that haunting tune,
The one that I would softly croon,
By a lagoon.

We'd go sailing on a summer breeze,
So serene such a scene of bliss,
Now it all seems just a myth,
Like Brigadoon.

Sometimes I dream of Southern Spain,
I see those sweet sweet streets again,
My youth has gone forever,
Not to return,

Sometimes I can't control the tears,
How they burn my eyes,
As I look back 
On those lost years.

Some Romantic Afternoon,
I will hear that haunting tune,
The one that I would softly croon,
By a lagoon.

Copyright © Carl Halling | Year Posted 2015

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Here under these leaves
of the lush gardens and weeds
Grape vines crawl from post to post 
that create a resting spot for most
And now the robin is
guarding her young chicks so fair
her nest is made of grasses and hair
Trickling streams of a watery theme 
Where dragonflies hover and spread their wings 
And the so clever songs the robin sings
For summer comes and brings the heat of the day 
Where busy children are out to play
Oh treasure this, theses days that come to pass 
Where one may sit and drink a glass
With lemonade and roller-skates
 be home before
 dark ,or at least by eight
Laboring were the long nights of summer 
Were perspiration was a part of slumber 
And so we woke with sticky necks and sheets 
because all we had was a fan to beat the heat

And reminisce theses days we remember 
Its soon back to school 
Were we could’t wait until late September 



Copyright © Laura Mckenzie | Year Posted 2008

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Morning Mist and Summer Rain Far away from the noise of the city I walked in the quiet of a country lane nothing to distract me this day but the morning mist, turning into a summer rain. I was born to be free from my troubles born to smell the freshness of the day nothing to accompany me on my trip but the morning mist, turning into a summer rain. There are times when I must be free, away from the cares and worries of this life, when I can walk alone in this world with nothing but the morning mist, turning into a summer rain. Sometimes in all my wanderings I talk with my God up above, it's amazing what I will hear, when walking in a morning mist, turning into a summer rain. A symphony of sounds are present from the creatures who live nearby, from the call of a coyote drifting on the wind to the birds in their nests where they lie, all add to the beauty of this day, when filled with nothing but a morning mist....turning into a summer rain. My love for life is all around given by a God who cares from up above, it is seen most clearly on a country lane when walking in a morning mist, turning into a summer rain.

Copyright © Richard Moriarty | Year Posted 2011

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Twas the night before summer
and all through the house
all the kids were jumping
even my spouse!

The bikes were pumped
and the lawns were mowed
the chalk was opened
to write hopscotch code.

My house was a disaster
with mud in every nook
all the shoes in disaray
not a coat on a hook

Try as I might I just
could not get my kids
to pick up anything
not even toy lids!

Then a commotion met my ear,
little Rachel had fallen down
She had tried to copy Jason
Who was being a big clown.

The crying stopped everyones
big summer rush
poor little Jason, soon his tears
started to gush.

I picked up little Rachel
I held her closely tight
I dried her little tears
and made everything right.

Amidst all the summer glee
I learned that the mess
was not that important
but to be childlike was blessed.

Twas the night before summer
and all through the house
All the kids were jumping
even my husbands spouse.

** Based on Twas the night before christmas

Copyright © Brianna Picard | Year Posted 2014

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The hot, autumn sun
spills effulgent;
dark branches, roused,
glow lustrous as blue day.

Burgeoning trees
cling to verdant leaves
denying impending
vermillion days.

Summer's love abides,
warming laggard blooms
under the flowing fern.

Summer will stay for now;
Winter patiently waits
to renew the ripe world.

Copyright © Steven Federle | Year Posted 2015

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Some throw plump tomatoes
and harsh comments.
And some ask me for weed
as if I'm on it.

Others honk and throw me
five dollar bills.
But at the end of the day
I've had my fill.

I bring the people in
with a bright smile and friendly waves.
I bring the people in
with my ridiculous dance craze.

Music of all kinds
blair through my headphones.
It reverberates through me
from head to toes.

I simply stay afloat,
try not to sink.
Don't care what you
"civilized" people think!

This is what I do,
so please don't curse and fight.
This is what I do
and I'm gonna do it right.

I bring the people in
with a bright smile and friendly waves.
I bring the people in
with my ridiculous dance craze.

It may be dead end,
but I'm having fun.
Burning calories
under a summer sun

I lost twenty-two pounds
believe it or not.
Give me a sign
and I'll show you what I got!

This is what I do,
is that cool with you?

NOTE: For those that aren't familiar with what this is about, I used to be a Shakerboarder. There's other titles like sign-shaking sign-spinning etc. etc. Basically the job is draw attention to you by waving a sign on the side of the street. I really DID lose 22 pounds, btw.

Here's a Youtube video showing me at work... my old job...

P.S. It was Black Friday weekend so they made me where the Santa suit...

Copyright © Timothy Hicks | Year Posted 2013

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I go back to Brazil in my mind,
Last outpost of romance,
Rio de Janeiro in my mind,
Dance, Bonita, dance.
Away from the gray 
Of a suburban day, 
Away from the streets
And the shops,
Away from the delays,
The buses and trains,
I float away to Brazil.
Oh Brazil, in love
With the Garota di Ipanema,
The Song of the Sabia plays,
In a sunny romantic daze in Brazil.

Copyright © Carl Halling | Year Posted 2015

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I thought that I could run away from You, 
Separate myself from You, 
Hide where You can't find me or read a single thought I think.
But I failed, because You always slip into my memory, 
Every now and then.

As much as I try, I cannot forget You.
You are too persistent to be remembered,
In people I meet, in places I go.
It's hard to ignore that You are everywhere.

I realized even for a minute, nothing would take me 
Away from You.
For You will always be lingering, waiting,
For me to come around and accept that You are mine,
That You are inside of me,
That I am a part of You and You, a part of me.
That we are bound forever. 

Because You have left a great part of You in my heart,
And that is Your voice 
That whispers ' I love You' and 'Come home',
In the darkest rainy nights of my existence.
Nourishing my weakening soul,
A warm blanket for my cold and unfeeling heart,
A comforting light that illuminates my gray world.

And I need all of it.
I can't pretend anymore that I could be on my own.
I have known how it was to smile with You,
When bright summer days shine upon my life 
And You were there telling me, 
'I love You' and 'I'm happy to be with you.'

And I miss You, being with You,
Everything about You.
Your generosity, kindness and warmth,
Your light.
The joy that You bring, the hope that You give,
And most of all, I miss the love that You let me experience.

It makes a big difference when I don't acknowledge 
How much You care for me,
And how much You wanted me to believe that You really love me.
And will always love me, 
In spite of me? Yes.

If I only stop fighting how much I also feel for You.
Because once upon a summer time, 
My soul was filled with so much joy and certainty 
To say these out loud:
'I also love You very much', 
'We will always be together, forever...'

I remember them now more clearly.
I belong to You.
And I am happiest when I am with You.

So now there will never be any hesitations,
I am coming back to You, dearest Father,
Never again will I allow myself 
To doubt who You are to me, and I, to You.
I commit myself to loving You,
And honoring You, my Lord,
Now and forever, and for all eternity.

Copyright © Maria Virginia Bufete | Year Posted 2008

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Dear Ladies and Gentlemen,
Can you feel the adrenaline
'Cause I formally invite you
To my summer night cruise

It is dress to impress
So bloke's put on your coat and vest
And girls slip into your best clothes
as well as your stilettos

We will be rocking the boat
and sowing a few wild oats
From Seven-thirty to midnight
So please be flirty and nice 

There will be great food and drinks
As mister Dj spins and syncs
and lets the vivacious mood sink
On January Nineteenth

Copyright © Mike Conway | Year Posted 2013

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Anacreontic Verse Busy buzzing bees and beautiful butterflies sip nectar from pretty flowers in my garden. Colourful pansies, scented sweet peas, pink begonias and red carnations brighten the borders. I sit in the sun enjoying the warmth and beauty that surrounds me. Summertime - I just adore this season of the year albeit only for the few warm sunny rain free days that we get on my tiny isle in the UK! Anacreontic Verse 4 Contest Sponsored by Edward Ebbs 07~22~16

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2016

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May in Moscow's my favorite month,
You feel you live, no longer exist.
You look beautiful, no more a moth,
Every morning green grass bears some mist.

May is for taking long evening walks,
Breathing spring air with spirit and scent.
In May there's time for meaningful talks
Feeding motivation and intent.

Then June walks in and it's my birthday.
It sweeps you off your feet in a dance.
In July you'd curse the heat and say
"It's hot!" begging for get-away chance.

Each August some disaster happens:
Default, hurricane or sudden death.
You stack inside your moral weapons
And soon long for autumn's cooling breath.

September's about kids, new school year,
Trees change color and caress our eyes.
Don't you think of winter when you smear
Hopes and no longer see the skies.

October's about walks in cold parks.
Meeting good old friends and drinking wine.
Can't get enough of talking 'til sparks
Come out of eyes. With content you shine.

"Summer is little life of its own"
That is what Russians like to think.
Now it's gone but at least it has shown
Us how to live, dissappeared with a wink.

November through March's 'bout depression:
Dull times, try to get by, day by day.
You taste darkest times of agression
Then April again takes in dismay.

Copyright © Agatha Jetaime | Year Posted 2015

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In the blazing heat
of summer days,
I find swimming holes
and fishing poles
a lazy river
where I drift
tubing with a
chest of cold beer
not caring where
the current takes me
until hunger calls
eating burgers
grilled at the lake
homemade ice cream
freshly churned
I have learned
the best ways 
to enjoy summer
in days of heat
is to be lazy
with something sweet
Summer nights
somewhat cooler
heat tempered 
by soft breezes 
they exist
but not often found
time for vacation
in the snow
somewhere it's cool
that's where I'll go

Anacreontic Verse Contest
Edward Ebbs

Copyright © Marti Sutherland | Year Posted 2016

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Oh summer moon
your soft light
highlights my hair,
makes me aware
of the ocean tides
when the grunion
run at very high
tides, as females
dig their tails
into the sand to
lay their eggs.
from a male 
occurs and after
ten days with the
next set of high
tides, eggs hatch
and young grunion
are washed out to sea.
So come with me
tonight, let’s have 
some fun because
the grunion are
running and I long
to be with you
on the sandy shore
grunion hunting
once more.

Anacreontic Verse 4 - Poetry Contest - Sponsor Edward Ebbs

Grunion are two fish species of the genus Leuresthes: the California grunion, L. tenuis, and the Gulf grunion L. sardinas. They are sardine-sized teleost fishes of the Atherinopsidae family of New World silversides, found only off the coast of California, USA, and Baja California, Mexico, where the species are found on both the Pacific Ocean and Gulf of California coasts. Many people enjoy catching grunion at events called "grunion runs."

Copyright © Connie Marcum Wong | Year Posted 2016

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Drowning In Summer

Bright sun and storm clouds, just 
squeeze me between
Rain wash this dirty boulevard.
Yes, she rebounded, with shameless 
bare breasts.
Starving me with meals of broken 

I drowned in the freedom Summer 

As cool breeze stirred, and we tried 
to write Free Bird
But she was too free to fly with me.
She saved it for man
So, she saved it for me
We came to play by our rules.

She drowned me in a summer time 

Summer days want to run.
They go but do not leave.
This lack of air, has a hold of me.
Drowning me quite clearly.

Now I cannot bear the sight of sun 
without her.
And those Petty sounds are pretty 
now no more..
We free fell down, and we learned to 
No breath held now, calling out for 

Summer days want to run.
They go but do not leave.
This lack of air, has a hold of me.
Drowning me quite clearly.
This lack of air, is flooding my 
Drowning me quite clearly.

Oh, the Summer has drowned me

Copyright © Audonus Taylor | Year Posted 2013