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Metaphor Summer Poems | Metaphor Poems About Summer

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Details | Sonnet |

Gentle Summer Rain

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 mistletoe fell, tears to become 
Their kiss of Autumn was symbolic ring. 

The first light cotton mists with summer rays 
While 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.

--------- 8-29-13

Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2013

Details | Verse |

Sun Dance

~Sun Dancing~         

Bright yellow sparks glisten around the landscape
Sheer environment expose  
Warmth slinks down every step        
So--  Invigorating 
Spur like rays muster in long light
The wolves wait to howl
Soon--Bunch of flowers 
Huddle in with sunlit love
Luminous rave  

By; pd

(For contest) 

Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2013

Details | Sonnet |

At Summer's End

At summer's start, how bright our youthful dreams
Like scattered clouds across a clear blue sky
Unchallenged and still green from birth in spring
Our spirits and ambitions flying high

We crashed into life's ocean without fear
Ideas glowed like campfires in the night
Left footprints in the sands of time, with peers
And reaped the spoils of labor in delight

Yet sometimes summer's heat would draw a storm
Uprooting winds would shake our confidence
With faith and hope, our new plans we would form
From lessons we had learned through consequence

Then colors of the trees and sunsets blend
Our dreams now gone, we watch, at summer's end...

Copyright © Daniel Turner | Year Posted 2016

Details | Haiku |


breezeless summer day - motionless on lily pad frog waits for victim

Copyright © Pandita Sanchez | Year Posted 2014

Details | Alliteration |




Sun beams like Hot Choclate on a blue day...

Soft silky and smooth on your skin...



Butterflies softly floating like falling feathers in the wind...

Gently gliding gracefully over the bright green grass...



Eyelashes brush against your cheek like soft snowflakes on your face...

Fingertips flit freely across your arm...



Together playfully prancing like horses running wild...

Spinning tops twiling tenderly....



Wishes whispered wimsically like pixies playing hopscotch...

Softly calling quietly,

I love you!

Copyright © Desvin Umberger | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |


Her visit is bright!
It brings life and warmth. Butterflies, surfers, children, hikers,
and bungee jumpers celebrate her coming. Fireworks, fireflies, and balloons
of different colors in the air, are visible to see. We hope that she is here to stay, but Autumn is sure to show her the door again.

Date: 05/01/2015

Copyright © Teddy Kimathi | 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 | Free verse |


Cooler Ki Mashnui Hawa Hi Peeker Abtak Zinda Hun
Warna Global Warming Se Main Kab Ka Mar Jaata

Dekho Science Ne Kitni Tarakki Karli Hai.

Copyright © Saahil Parwez | Year Posted 2015

Details | Senryu |

Day at the Beach

Day at the Beach
on a beach girls play flaunting sexy bikinis... grinning sharks circle

Copyright © Pandita Sanchez | Year Posted 2014

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 | Iambic Pentameter |


so far the days of singing rays
have come to meet their sullen end
twixt nights of joy with hidden ploy
a sweetly tone, they do offend

O gasp! the serpent true must strike
O gasp! the lustful raging psych
whose cares are lost forever long
roaring out, O hear my song!

now mute...peace...whist...still
ideas soon drain, decisions fill
a mind at pace with thoughts that spill
float soundlessly thy solstice chill

the misty seep, foreboding reap
emotions run amok like thieves
for darkly cast, a favored past
along is lain misguided leaves

-Sam Robinson

 Iambic Tetrameter

Copyright © Samuel Robinson | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

Your Secret Place

Everyone should have a secret place
where everything is so beautiful, you just belong
as peaceful as a day is long, an out of your usual pace,
sounds of nature all about, where birds sing there song,

Meditation replaces frustration, along your happy trail
moving about streams, pine trees as tall as a waterfall
where pine cones grace a foliage landscape  so surreal,
woes are meaningless about green grass, lollypop bushes

A cool spring where skinny dipping hasn’t a sign to obey
trails going every which way, too choose, you can’t lose…
your way, this sunny day, misty spray, a couple out to play,
no weight to bare, deadlines to meet, nor fail too win

time only absent from laughter heard as children frolic there...
in a caressing manner, with her long hair draped about your face,
sounds echo off boulders where water flows by gallons everywhere
yes - your secret place, where good time memories are your true nature

Copyright © Perry Campanella | Year Posted 2013

Details | I do not know? |

sun loves the moon

he glances back constantly, knowing all hands turn by degrees, they overlap, in the openings and gaps like fingers of a tree, he yearns to see what shape she'll become.

all hands point in the same direction, and the space between is what they share, 'as long as we remember' lies destiny, 'love lasts forever', a guarantee -

Copyright © Jim Cross | Year Posted 2015

Details | Triolet |

Sweet Summer Road - visual 3

Sweet Summer Road – visual 3

Sweet summer, as emerald feelings rose,
trees, gnarled by duty, waving guidon flags
arched entry to the paths the lovers chose.
Sweet summer, as emerald feelings rose,
Love’s simple chore – make poetry from prose,
hold tight the dream on rolling hills and crags
Sweet summer, as emerald feelings rose,
trees, gnarled by duty, waving guidon flags.


submitted to – One Lovely Summer Triolet – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Andrea Dietrich

Copyright © John lawless | Year Posted 2015

Details | I do not know? |

Distant African Nights

Those Distant African Nights...


The shadows swayed in your candlelit room,

a cool breeze teasing your bare back,

streaks of lightning forked in the Johannesburg night,

as my hands stroked your hair,

kissing your soft mouth,

holding you,

ever so tight.


You whispered that you loved me,

and I kept silent,

the rain fell, 
shadows danced,
thunder rolled,

the breeze teased your naked back,

you whispered that you loved me,
as my lips found yours,

the rain washed over our tender nights,

lightning and candlelight,

etching poems on your burnished skin,


a fear gnawed at me,

deep within.


We parted ways,
and you could never forgive me, you said,

now, after numberless thunderstorms,

the rain that falls,

echo the countless tears that I have shed.


You are long gone,

far away,

happy, I pray,

yet the memories persist,

those precious moments shall never, 

like the Jo'burg rains,
trickle away,

and I wish you well,
for loving me as you did,

for it was I who was not worthy,


and it is I who is not worthy,



You were always true,

it was I who always,


refused to,

to give myself,

completely to you.

Copyright © Scribbler Of Verses | Year Posted 2013

Details | Haiku |


Scorching summer now
Heat strokes on roads everyday 
You are red in bough
April 12, 2016

Copyright © Probir Gupta | Year Posted 2016

Details | Imagism |

Summer solstice gone

The dying inside:

Myopic windows;

daylight fading

on a glass table top;

dead flies milling,


Copyright © Gary Onderisin | Year Posted 2017

Details | Haiku |

spring, dews, cicada, wind

Four Haiku, 1--4

1.	may it be spring    
           spring is not yet to come   
           snow still sits in field  

2.	the dews standing on  
        the petals in the sunrise  
       are clear as crystal 

3.	a cicada chirps  
         hiding from the burning sun   
            under a tree shade  

4.	wind blows in the field  
            where pampas grasses stand tall 
            under blue moonlight  

Copyright © Su Ben | Year Posted 2015

Details | Haiku |

The Cucumber Leaves

The  merciless  sun
The cucumber  leaves   all   scorched  
Still  you  need  the  torch
April 16, 2016

Copyright © Probir Gupta | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |


In one corner of my room,
That is shaped like a tomb,
There is a window, where I sit
And see my world through it.

I see the rising sun,
I see the melting dew,
I see the blooming flowers,
I see the sky’s changing hues.

Through it
I embrace the fading sun,
I live the joyous rains,
I feel the flowery fragrance,
I walk those lonely ways.

Through it
I float with the summer clouds,
I breathe the winter breeze,
I touch the autumn leaves,
I celebrate the cuckoo’s springtime songs.

Through the window,
I see my world.
Neither the autumn leaves,
Nor the springtime songs;
Neither the winter sunshine,
Nor the summer rains;
Would have been great
Had it not been through my window rails.

Through my window,
I see the world.
In the window, lies the entire bliss;
Beyond the window is only an illusion.

Suyash Saxena

Copyright © Suyash Saxena | Year Posted 2013

Details | Haiku |

Summer Haiku

blue sky in your smile
jingle in the flock of birds
a struggle handsome
May 16, 2016
Summer Lovin' - Short Form Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich

Copyright © Probir Gupta | Year Posted 2016

Details | Light Poetry |

Me in summer you in winter

Far fire; me 
Is not making 
you warm
 Out of the whirl

My summer; 
Is not making sense
For your winter 

Copyright © Sallam Yassin | Year Posted 2013

Details | Quatrain |

Summer Song

Summer Song Long and hot is the summer; Crescendos with fear and hate; Songs so sad and so weary, The squirrels are losing weight. I will fill them with music of kindness; Spray with cool waters of hope; Maybe then they’ll be in rhythm again, To laugh at big jays and cope. One day will be that great day When the lion will lie down with the lamb; I’ll hurry that day along Serenading the squirrels where I am.

Copyright © Sunlite Wanter | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |

Sultry Southern Summer

Sweltering warmth, the sweat on her brow, bare feet, summer’s eve
Writing novels, living romances, the aromatic honeysuckle sways
Torrid senses baking, the rays of sun, beaming on damp flesh
On the gentile porch, Southern columns, historic moments
Gentlemen whose ladies dawned petticoats in late May
Brunette curly tendrils fell on rosy cheeks, is dreamy
Imagining a romantic encounter, that hot afternoon
Dashing Captain Henry, caused his way, riding
Offering the lady, his rearing steed, accepted
Riding through tall grass, hidden, no sight
Lying, lusting, allowing warm seduction
Arousing passions, barding novels
Noetic the frivolous few hours
Being adored by captains
Sensual summers days 
My Henry who equals
Guiltless fantasy
Perfected man
No blushing

©2016 Bonnie Jennings. All Rights Reserved

Copyright © Bonnie Jennings | Year Posted 2016

Details | Verse |

Summer Clover

Summer clover -

not there when summer's over

More's the shame

Copyright © Julia Ward | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |

Untamed Romance of a Triad

There is a lot of tension in the forecast;
A steamy and a hot affair,
arising between the air and moisture.
The amount of love they make,
is stimulating the temperature's lust & desire.
It keeps going higher,
which looks like a threesome now.
their act of foreplay in summer,
before they divorce in winter
This crazy romance continues,
the wildness in their amour
reaches even us,
They have sex on our body 
making us sweaty and dirty
and we complain all day long.
Such a fierce passion, 
in the hot and humid air.

Copyright © Joyeeta Neogi | Year Posted 2017

Details | Romanticism |


The metaphor of
great love falls from 
a two-way kiss,
warming the coldness
of time, passing, unnoticed
by the aged rocks
lying, sacredly,
on naked island, where 
tares stoop
upon flowers, sharing 
un-scented hisses,
no one hears, but 
the sky, the birds,
the sea, the water
and every li’l thing on it,
certainly, feel the silent 
commotion of minds, giving 
death no space… 

to speak in its tongue.

Copyright © Ernesto P. Santiago | Year Posted 2008

Details | Lyric |

Snow of the June

White snow of the June on the streets
White snow flies in windows of mine
I meet my acquaintance, she treats
with silence, it’s strange, it’s the sign.
White snow falls from poplars today
It covers with caress her feet
Winter’s summer is time to delay 
Near her, listening our heartbeat.
Oh, white snow, you are sadness on palm
Let the breath take this sadness from here
Poplar’s old it has lost own charm
Fall will come mowing leaves like some peer.
Oh, white snow, you are under her feet
Poplars lose their beauty today
There’s no sadness and evil, indeed,
Oh, white snow, you will flow far away.

Copyright © Serge Lyrewing | Year Posted 2017

Details | Rondeau |

Wilding Fawn

I saw the raven night withdrawn
as scarlet of a peacock dawn 
arose atop the crested east
and as the bleeding scape increased
one feral star I wished upon.

I prayed for summer fire to yawn
across my salamander lawn--
lay low the winter's ice-fanged beast.
August, come back.

But even now gold hours are gone,
September's afternoons are drawn
away to Autumn's umber feast,
its shadows porcupine released
as further strays the wilding fawn.
August, come back.


Copyright © Dale Gregory Cozart | Year Posted 2017

Details | Sonnet |

Summer Betrayal

I listened as your soul broke fragile vows,
like wind in midnight trees it chilled my heart.
As wept medallion leaves upon the boughs
late roses hushed in seance did impart

that dim would grow the saffron afternoons,
midori secrets soon to disappear
as left was I with shame of scarlet runes
and pewter shadows whispered in my ear.

Across the firmament I felt the ache,
though silent came the smoke of summer's fire
of marigolds and honey we would take,
now sodden ashes in October mire.

The wisps of coral memories now fade;
in umber will the autumn notes be played.


Copyright © Dale Gregory Cozart | Year Posted 2017