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There seemed no end to the lightness of days,
darkness could not settle, and stars would hide,
to give way to brightness of life in rays,
of lasting sunshine for life to preside.

The light of life to let nature’s gifts grow,
emerge in lushness of flora’s array,
the blue reflection of the sky aglow
the calm waters, worldly beauty's display.

Throughout the cycle of life there is light,	 
to guide along the journey of vision,
but not for blinded eyes to see as might,
the one that understands life’s true passion.

The learned will follow the way of life,
to enjoy nature and its warmth so rife.

T.J Grén
20th July, 2016

Copyright © Teppo Gren | Year Posted 2016

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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

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Summer Sunshine

SUMMER SUNSHINE - "Sonnetina Rispetto" Thank you Lord for this golden day, This sweet sunshine that smiles my way, This warm wind wafting through the grass, That makes my heart dance in delight; Thank you Lord for this summer light, That bids bulrushes burn as brass; Thank you Lord for this golden day, This sweet sunshine that smiles my way; Thank you Lord for these birds that sing A lovely welcome this morning, This warm wind wafting through the grass, That bids bulrushes burn as brass; Thank you Lord for this golden day, This sweet sunshine that smiles my way. ---------------------------- 14th May, 2016 (posted on 15th May)
{Dedicated to Anna-Lise - the Sunshine Smile of Poetry soup and one of my first friends here} {Thank you Dorian for your lovely poetry form} {Thank you Peter Duggan - your poem "How wonderful it is" inspired me to try out this new form} (The "Sonnetina Rispetto" is a new poetry form created by Dorian Petersen Potter on September 8,2009. This form has 14 lines with 8 syllables each. It can be written in 3 quatrain stanzas and a couplet or with an Octave(8) and a Sestet(6) lines. The rhyme scheme is as follows: A1,A2,B1,c,c,B2,A1,A2,d,d,B1,B2,A1,A2. The capitals A1,A2,B1 and B2...stands for the refrain lines in the poem. Any subject)

Copyright © Jo Daniel | Year Posted 2016

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A Change of Seasons - A HexSonnetta

Upon this break of dawn
Touched by an autumn breeze
There rustling in the leaves
I see a hint of bronze
And know it won't be long
Before you strip the trees

Yet knowing this I dare
To dream of you again
As summer starts to wane
Leaves falling everywhere
From mother nature's hair
Ablaze in crimson flames

That set a fire in me
Just like those falling leaves

August 21, 2015

Copyright © Elaine George | Year Posted 2015

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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.

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2010

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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

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Teal Silhouettes

Lilac perfumes summer’s sultry air
lending fragrance to the evening breeze.
And a sapphire sky of flawless blue
frames the emerald leaves on the trees.

The sun like a drop of molten gold
slowly sinks into a sea of fire.
And ebony drips from the darkness
as the diurnal creatures retire.

The hoot of an owl pierces the dark
shattering the silence of the night.
And teal silhouettes morph into pitch
as shifting shadows absorb last light.

The moon rises at Her own slow pace 
gracing the night with Her beaming face.

Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2016

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In Fields of Summer

In dreams you come to me.  I'll not forget
the blush of gold upon the summer's cheek.
That time is gone, just like regret.  Yet, threat
of rain, as on that day, still makes me weak

The winds have stirred the grass with quiet strains
of promises,.. refrains we could not keep
But, I recall a place young love remains
in fields of grass, where summer goes to sleep

The sketch of silhouette against the sky,
of fingers, gently, laid upon my breast,
still takes away my breath, and makes me cry
with memories the years have laid to rest

When summer's gone, and we, as well, must go 
we'll rest our hearts in leaves of afterglow


Submitted for Brian Strand's Contest: Early Summer

Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2016

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Children of the Sun

Tomorrow's dawn will start the longest day
When summer takes the torch and starts to run
He'll summon all the children of the sun
His followers that love his warming way

They'll laugh and celebrate in outdoor play
It is the greatest time for water fun
Each claiming to be summer's fav'rite son
Absorbing every ultraviolet ray

And when the sun lies down to take his rest
Their celebrations go in to the night
Cavorting with the moon, who's unimpressed
He knows they only like him 'cause he's bright
They'll fall asleep their backs toward the west
As children of the sun await first light

   by Daniel Turner
  Miltonic sonnet #2

Copyright © Daniel Turner | Year Posted 2017

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A Child's Summer

A child needs a place where he can run
unhindered by some wooden fence or wire.
He needs a spot beneath the summer sun,
a peaceful breeze to soothe him should he tire.

He understands the time to pause in play;
to rest upon a hill and thus renew;
to study clouds that fleck the azure skyway
until they rearrange and pass from view.

A child wants to laugh and taste and see;
to hear a rushing stream; to twirl and leap;
to dip bare feet in mud; hide in a tree
and greet the stars before he has to sleep.

A child sheltered from the sun's caress
grows pale and little knows of happiness.

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2011

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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. 9/16/13 For Laura Loo's the BEST SAD POEM EVER II Poetry Contest

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2013

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Summer Solstice - My Midsummer Dream

Sweet summer comes in June and I will be 
Underneath the sun, for I’m awaiting
Midsummer dreams and my own chance to see
Magical small beings out creating
Enchantment at the setting of the sun!
Radiance can catch a wee fairy’s eye

So stones in a circle could attract one.
Objects shiny too might make one less shy!
Longer is this day, so before the night,
Sugared fruits I’ll put out too, then await
The fairies and stay awake till daylight
In case one comes. Oh, wouldn’t that be great!
Come dawn, I’ll watch sun climb high and higher
Eastward, and there I'll see the sky catch fire.

An acrostic sonnet, written June 1, 2016

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2016

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Summer Gone By

So whimsical was that fine summer’s day,
Radiant one moment and dull the next.
So tenacious was that fine summer’s day,
The day spanned long, and the night watched, perplexed.

O here comes July, the height of summer,
Cicadas sing and young pink daisies dance.
Alas, cyclamens blossom and summer
Grows dumber; the sky’s tears fall in a trance.

Erelong, ere we know it, August creeps in,
A chill seeps through and the cold comes drifting.
Like a storm, a tempest, August sweeps in,
Summer packs up – wait, where are you going?

The summer meant naught to last, however,
The season turns; nothing lasts forever.

Copyright © Euphonious Elysium | Year Posted 2015

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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

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There seemed no end to the lightness of days,
darkness could not settle, and stars would hide,
to give way to brighness of life in rays,
of lasting sunshine for life to preside.
The light of life to let nature’s gifts grow,
emerge in lushness of flora’s array,
the blue reflection of the sky aglow
the calm waters, worldly beauty's display.
Throughout the cycle of life there is light,	 
to guide along the journey of vision,
but not for the blinded minds to see as might,
the one that understands life’s true passion.
The learned will follow the way of life,
the laws of nature, to enjoy love’s rife.


T.J Grén

Copyright © Teppo Gren | Year Posted 2015

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This red summer is buried in the wine, 
it holds a fragrant oak and note of mine,
to drink to heart and heart to love divine,
we sip the sun rays in and off the vine. 
The crystal glasses clink to celebrate,
a golden moon too full to hesitate, 
to give a kiss and kiss to hold our fate,
in every drop we drink or pause to wait.
When shooting stars are in the wine we drink,
and sunsets fall beneath a rim in pink,
forever hold and hold to keep the link,
between the things we say or thoughts we think.
Let's raise a glass, it may be Summer's last,   
to see the season slip so sweetly past.

-By Edlynn Nau
© August 18, 2016

Copyright © Edlynn Nau | Year Posted 2016

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Summer Smiles

 He saw the autumn in her eyes
  As her love slowly fell away
 He held on to those summer sighs
 In the glow of love's dying rays

 He held the winter in his heart
  And his broken heart grew cold
 Will spring give love a new start
  When the daffodils bloom in gold?

  And as the flowers bloomed again
 He found a Rose to call his own
 And in her eyes he saw the rain
  Falling gently where love was blown

 He saw the summer in her smile
 And basked in the glow,  for a while

Copyright © Joseph May | Year Posted 2017

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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

Copyright © Vince Suzadail Jr. | Year Posted 2008

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Seasonal Color-'Poetic Palettes'

A blank crisp canvas before the summer’s sky
As the rainbow of palettes begin to start their cry
With Aquamarine, a reflection of the ocean blue
Followed by Cerulean, the deepest of the two

Here comes Chartreuse, the friendly yellow green
And captivating Coral, the pinkish beauty Queen
Lovely Lavender who would love to steal the show
Accompanied by Saffron, her warm and lively beau

Now the sky displays an array of a soft yellow Lemon
Then blushes away with the color of sweet Watermelon
For Lilac barges in to spoil the lavender dazzling dream
Laughing at it all, the talented color of tender Tangerine.

Thus now the sky settles within a magical misty hue
Only to start the morrow in the poetic palettes pew.

Sponsored by: Dale Gregory Cozart

Your poem must include each of the following colors:


Copyright © Winged Warrior | Year Posted 2017

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Our Winter Turned into Summer

I wish I knew how cold summer would be, maybe I’d wear long leggings in the pool- I’d swim with my mittens casually, and most likely look like a chilly fool. Cuz’ winter turned into summer in June, kids went sledding in the lavender field- The snow melted and I looked like a prune, ice stuck on the oranges as I peeled. It happened so fast we never saw Spring, the poor squirrels never buried their nuts- Never heard the baby birds chirp and sing, never heard the quacking of the lil’ ducks. Our Winter turned into Summer…so strange- The seasons mother nature rearranged! A Funny Sonnet How Your Winter Turned Into Summer August 26, 2017

Copyright © Laura Loo | Year Posted 2017

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With closed eyes,because this burning light,
The clouds will go beyond the golden day,
And sun will rest in your hair, a playful ray,             
But blue will stretch a hand to inner sight;                 
Some dreams are riding yet, the friendly pony.
Neighbors: the fairy`s breasts in joyous rest; 
With closed eyes, the morning wind will test
And run a bee along no time wet honey;

Old summer buried its face in gentle light and sand;
Some dreams grew like shinning clouds above       
By covering the castles,then a part of our beach;    
No wind to run them , except a tender hand.        
The taste of salt and sea are slowly speaking love;     
While changeable waves, to blond laughs reach...

Copyright © Ovidiu Bocsa | Year Posted 2014

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A Summer Sonnet For Harambe

Harambe was my gorilla boyfriend; Harambe's greatness you could not deny; He was met with a most untimely end; Harambe was one hell of a big guy; Harambe outshone the bright shining sun; Harambe was not you average boy; The ending of his life was from a gun; My boy Harambe did not injest soy; Harambe did not enjoy anime; He was not like an actor from a show; Harambe was a true friend who said, "hey"; Harambe stay woke cause he always know; Harambe the gorilla with the brain; Harambe knows everyone knows his name.

Copyright © Harambe In Heaven | Year Posted 2016

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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 be 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

Copyright © Robert Heemstra | Year Posted 2013

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Summer Camp Fun

I went to camp one year to feel so free
Not one of us got sick at all for sure
I went into the river to see and fish
But I was pushed into water so pure

Setup the tent to sleep the night away
With bites that itch kept up the night so sad
The next we thought an idea to try to sway
Insects that bit we net and killed so glad

We slept all night away till sun came up
The dew on tents a view I like for morning
We had a fire to warm water in cup
The drink was strong to wake us up with warning

The camp worker had said there was a fire
Among them all practiced putting it out
Bond fire was great to have this year campfire
We all was new to have much fun no doubt

Now home we go in weeks been gone delay
Running around forest so fun O.K.

Copyright © Reynaldo Mast | Year Posted 2015

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Garden Party

Garden Party

Summer breezes gently 
Brushes against my face
Sunlight teases my eyes
Wakens me 
Its morning 
Bouquet of fragrances to my nose
Guides me to my garden
Its there I find my peace
Eagerly stepping onto glistening dewy grass 
Placing myself among the copious of blooms
I sit beneath my maple tree upon a rattan chair
I sip my tea, I breathe in my solitaire
They don’t seem to mind
My company spends time
Creating the sounds of summer
My buzzing bees they notice me 
And thank me for pink Peonies
Butterflies like swimming high
Above their purple Buddleia
Kissing nectar for their breakfast 
As fragrant aromas surrounds me
Infusing my tea while I see 
A white blossom tree
Good Morning Dragonfly perching upon his Goldenrod
Shimmering purple through his transparent wings
Dancing to the waterfall like a King
Dawn brings the cooing voice 
Of music from the Dove
Hummingbirds flying backwards
Display their iridescent plumage
Drinking sweetness from the trumpets
Blackbirds flying downward
Yellow beaks hunting 
Consuming food from falling seeds
Vibrant colors all around
Pleasant sounds resounding 
Grandstand of fragrances 
I refreshingly embrace
A reception of hospitality
Welcome to my Garden Party

Copyright © Margaret Franceschini | Year Posted 2014

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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

Copyright © Michael Byte | Year Posted 2014

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Springtime Affections

My love, your breath, fresh as a spring breeze,
Caresses my face, with a wondrous tone,
As your sweet lips, approach mine, we moan.
For expectation, of such pleasurable tease,
For there is no time, for emotions to please,
Our brief moments, are barely, only a loan.
For passion delivers, future beautifully alone,
Our ecstasies of movements together, appease.

After spring, before the heat of summer time,
Our ardor grows; grows within each heart.
Our touch, Heavens blessing, to each other,
These moments, hours, days have no crime.
Together forever, our souls, never part,
Our spirits are free, to love; never smother.

Copyright © cecil hickman | Year Posted 2013

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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!

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2013

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O Love

On the lush green banks ‘neath the swaying trees,
Fair nymphs used to dance in the gentle breeze
While the Muses sang, and pink blossoms blew,
And while the bees sipped the sweet flowers’ dew.

Where the lark’s clear call was heard from the coves,
Hark! Now silence fills these forsaken groves!
When thou smiled the skies brightened and birds sang,
The winds whispered and the fairest flow’rs sprang.

Alas! Hush’d are the birds and still are the trees,
How the sun hath dimmed, how the time doth freeze!
How the heav’ns cry, how the flowers wither,
O love! O love! When will thou come hither?

‘Tis cold and lifeless when thou art away,
But when with thee, ‘tis summer’s finest day.


Copyright © Jasmine Khurana | Year Posted 2015

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Summertime Fun - Not

Summertime Fun - Not

Vacation time—escape from daily chores;
excitement beckons from the sunny beach!
Refreshing ocean pounding at its shores
and realm of freedom well within my reach.

Yet, part of me is trapped behind in gloom
in thoughts about my lonely feline pets
now boarded in a strange, confining room,
their lack of freedom stirring deep regrets.

If only they could know that I’ll return
to let them roam again the home they know
and give them once again the love they yearn—
my heart would be relieved from aching so.

But what goes on within each little mind
while I am free and leave them caged behind?

© Sandra M. Haight 2015 
   All Rights Reserved

Honorable Mention
Contest: Summertime Fun
Sponsor: Debbie Guzzi
Judged: 05/31/2015


Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2015