Summer scent is the smell of freedom
where we can escape the flavor of boredom
so we plan to have our vacation on the beach
where we can relax and fresh air is within our reach
The warm wind tenderly embraced my spirit
I felt excited on this first visit
on an island where refugees can find paradise
an island where spending time is wise
The dulcet breeze gently kisses lush green trees
and the mirthful sun smiles over the vast seas
Where surfers play with gigantic waves
and are not certain on what road it paves
The fluffy clouds are smoothly sailing
the birds are singing and harmoniously dancing
There are butterflies that are colorful in hue
like enchanted fairies changing colors from pink to blue
I need my sun block, it's time for swimming
the tables are full because later we're all eating
Ladies are smiling to many cool surfer dudes
Children are hungry seeing delicious exotic foods
I picked a shell that whispered peacefully in my ears
and we built castles that we fancied over the years
out of the small grains of white sands
and all you need is helping hands
God was really great in creating splendid wonders
that were loved by all especially the nature lovers
There are numerous oceans that are aquamarine
and abundant trees and grasses that are green
The brother sun was slowly hiding
because the sister moon was coming
I guess it was our time to pack
but there will come a time for us to go back
Go back to a place of leisure and freedom
where you'll not taste the flavor of boredom
It would be hard for us to say goodbye
because truly we will come back and say Hi!
Copyright © Nadine Fababier | Year Posted 2008
Golden goddess up above,
shine down on me rays of love.
Summer dreams, they come to me,
bright white sands on the beach.
Rays of sun that warm my skin,
waves of blue come crashing in.
Sailboats sailing in,
summer breezes, summer wind.
Sandcastles along the shore,
summer rains, they always pour.
Summer dreams they come to me,
children playing on the beach.
Rays of sun that warm the sand,
couples walking, holding hands.
Baby blue summer sky,
summer dreams of you and I.
Copyright © shannon farlouis | Year Posted 2010
Sunflowers turn slowly
to follow the sun.
They bow their heavy heads
when afternoon’s done.
What a golden vision
they share row after row
With deep amber faces,
their tiny seeds all aglow.
The summer breezes blowing
o’er the fields with warm air
Shares pride in a country
with its beauty so fair.
I smile in contentment
as I l leave old Italy
With a sea of them waving
good-bye to me.
Fiori della Toscana
Solefiori ruotare lentamente
a seguire il sole.
Si inchinano le loro teste pesanti
Quando ha fatto pomeriggio.
Che una visione d'oro
essi condividono la riga dopo riga
Con facce profondo ambrati,
Loro piccoli semi tutto raggiante.
La brezza estiva che soffia
sopra i campi con aria calda
Orgoglio di azioni in un paese
con la sua bellezza così fiera.
Sorrido in contentezza
come ho l lasciare la vecchia Italia
Con un mare di loro sventolando
good-bye a me.
Note: This translation is as close to my original poem as possible.
Click on the link to see a picture of sunflowers:
Copyright © Connie Marcum Wong | Year Posted 2014
Summer is here once again.
The breeze is warm,
I smell salt on the wind.
The same sandy beach between my toes,
The same waters I learned to swim.
Sun burn on my nose,
To the Ocean I dive in.
I submerse myself in the waters of the Atlantic
Warmer than the West Coast Thankfully
Cold, I simply cannot handle it!
Further out I paddle faithfully,
For my mother ocean to keep me sane,
this is my therapy,
to soothe this migraine.
This place gives me energy,
a weakness with a name.
Pleasure Island, NC.
A place hidden with fortunes
and undiscovered fame.
Never could I stray from the ocean
my passions would never be fulfilled
and I would never be the same.
Dedicated to my Dad on Father's Day 2013
The man who introduced me to the ocean and educated me about it and gave me reason to love appreciate and respect it.
Copyright © Andrea Rose | Year Posted 2013
In the cool morning the sun rises.
Over the sleeping jungle lies:
Cold, still fog—from the sun it flies
To wake the sleep of lonely night.
The parrot’s feathers shake with chill.
As through the trees the sun does peep;
To wake new life in things that sleep—
And banish all the thoughts of night!
The tiger’s hairs stand up on end.
The monkey wakes to scream and shout:
“The dawn has come. The sun is out!”
Vanished now are the things of night—
For dawn is only the reign of Light!
Copyright © Roger Young | Year Posted 2012
shaded outline attraction
turquoise waters lure
on golden sands abound we
sunshine smiling in our hearts
Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2015
I woke up to the sound of colors
from a misty dream
heard the blue bells ringing
and a trombone playing the cream
a pink rhapsody kissed my lips
as the sun climbed into our bed
whispering a love song
in yellow, orange, and red.
Copyright © A.O. Taner | Year Posted 2016
She's highly sophisticated and full of undefiled wisdom
Yet a crowned Duchess in a paradise kingdom
Quite a beautiful angel flying with black wings
Covered in gold jewelry and precious things
She dresses like the women of ancient Egyptian class
Her wealth is generous and her money grows like grass
She loves orange scented candles with dark room flame
She rules thirty legions of soldiers and Bune is her name
Her comely warrior voice can wake and relocate the dead
Her armies of soldiers gather around the cemetery
She is brave and deserves a princessly crown on her head
Her facility of speech and flair for words is legendary
A beautiful queen to be treated with respect and honor
Instead of blasphemy,wanton abuse and fictional horror
Copyright © Bill Kim | Year Posted 2013
In The Desert
In the desert walks a man with no name
within its barren sands he seeks no fame
Survival is his only wish and only game
all burns, sticks or crawls nothing is tame
The rattlesnakes strike with poison gifts
nothing soothes, quenches or uplifts
A heat that singes as it burns on down
Rarely, if ever relief from a cloudy gown
Yes, O' yes, beauty does still hide here
found only if he can conquer his great fear!
note: Fear of the danger a desert presents often clouds
the beauty lying within. A proper emergency plan is a must
when entering a desert.
Food, water and a compass are just the basic start..
Robert J. Lindley, Contest- In The Desert , 09-14-2014
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2014
copyright© shonima burman
Situated in the state of Odisha,
It still glorifies India's ancient era.
Also called Black Pagoda,
It was supposedly built by King Narasimhadeva.
It was dedicated to the Sun God Surya,
Being one of the wonders of India.
Built in the form of a gigantic chariot,
It's exquisite stone sculptures captivate us a lot.
Unfortunately the main sanctum collapsed,
And it's exact reason is still in dark.
Renovations are periodically done to keep it upright,
The temple is an UNESCO World Heritage Site!
Copyright © Shonima Burman | Year Posted 2014
I lived in a land where the coconuts grew
where the sun always shone
under sky that was blue
where the fans on the ceilings
and conditioned air
were the only cool breeze
you could find anywhere.
I basked in the heat, and baked in the sun
where living and loving
were always good fun
where I woke up happy
to meet every day
knowing that working
was simply more play.
An island afloat in the tropical seas
with sun, sea and sand
meant only to please
the locals so friendly
the food so divine
with flavour so scrumptious
it didn’t need wine.
From it’s beaches to hilltop, from jungle to street
from market to temple
in trishaw, on feet
shone beauty and wisdom
in all you could see
where even the lowliest soul
could soar free.
I lived on an island, the island caught me
by my heart, where it stays
and I still long to be
a ‘Pearl in the Orient’
second to none
where dreams were alive
under tropical sun.
Now many years on and I’ve never been back
though an ache in my heart
still marks out the track
that I took in my youth
under tropical sun
when ‘Pulau Pinang’
was the place I learned fun.
Ivor G Davies
Copyright © Ivor Davies | Year Posted 2015
On that cloudy weekend in June
I hear a soft and graceful tune
from the grey bird on the tree
Singing sweet lullabies felt
blessed in the moment
My body tingles of joy at sight
Gazing out through
my open door,
Letting thoughts fly free
Releasing love out into the horizon
Heart filled with emotion came
Grey bird stood playing its tune
for awhile and on the wings of
Then as the rain fell from the
sky the grey bird flew away
I blew a kiss to the clouds and
utterd these simple words of I
Love You father ( who's now in
heaven ) and yet I hope to hear
that grey bird sing again once
more for me
Farewell, love your son
Poem contest for Debbie -referential
Copyright © Brian Otoole | Year Posted 2013
Summer is a lemonade
Summer breeze blowing the grass around
with a warm sun kissing my face
blue skies wrap and hug me
as I watch the butterflies race.
Summer gives me lazy days
coloured flowers and dancing trees
smell of charcoal and starry nights
brings back childhood memories.
Summer is an endless beach
sun cream, bikinis and beer
salty seaspray, fish and chips
postcards saying "wish you were here".
sunburnt shoulders and fun fares
laughter never seemed to fade
grab the ice and share around
yes Summer is a lemonade
Copyright © Miriam Owens | Year Posted 2013
Please forgive my departure, silent and without warning, like the simmering
warmth of mountain springs that bubble, unexpected, in the pale tropic light of
morning. I am now straddling the equator, my toes naked against the earth,
tasting the sweetness of Indonesian soil, volcanic, fertile, undisturbed, and to my
soul delivering rebirth.
The air before dawn tastes of sweet-vanilla and dry nuts, at noon of ripe fruit with
caramelized sugar, and at dusk an exotic thickness of fresh leaves, moonlit
seas, and a richness of rare orchids all kiss in a soothing breeze.
By day I explore sculpted canyons and wet rice fields, secret Hindu temples, the
Mahayana Buddhist Borobudur, deserted for centuries; I discover a myriad of
mysteries the Island Mountains conceal.
At night Gamelan music is a spice that saturates the mind and your body exalts
the rhythm of double- headed lace drums, beating, beating, beating, beating
dramatic time. Gongs and bamboo flutes resonate, echo in the heart, the
passion of a culture preserving colour, tradition, sung poetry, and ancestral art.
My diet has been that of rice, fish, and lots of fresh fruit: berries, sprouts, sharp
tasting roots, similar to that of the Sun Sumatran Bear, stout, with sleek black fur,
resting in the trees eating the young tips of palm which he peels with care.
The sun is a golden disk that sits atop the Java mountains, painting light brown
skin, pearls of perspiration, with dirt and pollen burning in and out of yellow rays,
bringing dry heat to the excitement in the streets, where people infuse Life into
Life in extraordinary ways.
Finally in sleep, memories, spirits, emotion are lifted to the moon, cleansing the
temple of my soul with a delicate touch of porcelain white, beams like a melody
transforming the night, a surreal dream tangible to my skin, Indonesia swirls
around me – my desire strong to feel the strength of its pulse from within.
Copyright © Krystal Cochrane | Year Posted 2007
It was a majestic sunrise
as a honeyed circle rose behind tall silhouette trees
emanating wonder and peace
an apple sun
with a bite bitten
the garden of Eden flashed my mind
as a partial eclipse of the sun glowed
a very special good morning
watching the moon circle the sun
Copyright © Eiken Laan | Year Posted 2011
I awaken to a sky- of slate blue
The drizzle falls down, in a stone grey hue
Another dreary, January day
Must make my getaway, without delay
I fly the skies, on a plane called Jet Blue
With indigo shades, and an azure view
To a southern land, with hot Aztec sand
With nothing planned, and a drink in my hand
Next day I arise, to new sapphire skies
Can't believe my eyes, I'm in paradise!
Look! There's a peacock, and, a Macaw too!
So much to see, and nothing else to do
A local band sings Margaritaville
I've gotta go now, I can't stand still!
John Derek Hamilton
Copyright © John Hamilton | Year Posted 2017
When I'd first seen her
I thought oh my oh my,
This is the face whose words
Wowed my thoughts to sigh
I'd have to say I was captivated
From a reading point of view
It wasn't until I'd read further
That us writing gradually drew
Then there came that moment
That would change my life for sure
It was time for us to meet
To pull our writes to pure
We met in the busy hub of Manila
Ninoy was where she waited
This Highlander whom she captivated
Whom now has become so sated
We holidayed amidst the beauty
In the lovely Philippines
Intramuros to Batangas
In the Enchanted Kingdom she gleamed
Then the days and months
Progressed to growing hearts
Although eight thousand miles
Knowing our futures in start
I'm smiling as I look above
Simply knowing where we've been
We're Mr and Mrs Fraser now
Sharing the Filipino Scottish scene.
Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2017
The Gods are looking
down on us - and
smiling, oh so gay,
It is also time to kneel
down - and silently,
they do pray.
The pyramids stand
stern, and robust -
as the sun warms
Peace, love and
happiness, they will
all soon inherit.
Allah is their true
god - but God isn't
They pray to their
holy master - it is
their light of day.
Egypt is a holy land
- so full of markets
Selling fruit and
their cuisine is all
The local people
are busy, with their
But in the 'mid-day'
scorching sun -
they find the time
They are of a holy
nature - and they
ride such friendly
They also love to
fish a lot - to catch
a net of mammals.
But at the moment
there are issues,
but they are still
Looking after the
tourists - and
So, forget your
troubles and relax,
and Egypt does
Who ever said
that Egypt's friendly,
it really is so TRUE.
God Bless this holy
land - as they live
their lives each day.
Praying every day,
they do - and they
never feel dismay.
Praise to Egypt -
as the valley of
As they live and
pray every day -
the Egyptian choir
Cleopatra is still
a very beautiful
Taking her own
life - was it just
So welcome to
the land of sun -
and the valley of
Egypt still does
welcome you -
we should praise
it - all so grand.
The love of this
land - shares the
bliss - and the sea
come from up
high - from God,
A new day has
started and life
has now begun.
Welcome to Egypt...
the valley of the
Copyright © Darryl Ashton | Year Posted 2016
I thank your dearly god for all the days
You've shown us beauty in so many ways
The crimson sun against the smoky sky
The speckles of villages from mountains high
When everything is covered with a film of dust
Painting your trees 'n shrubs with a film of rust
September's trees in warm attire all flush
As they cover their bareness in quite a rush
The fires that creep over the hills at night
A pretty red rope is all that's in sight
So much awe in the wake of destruction
As all your creatures struggle to function
Under October's sun bearing down
Upon the ground completely brown
The rivers trickle to an absolute nil
As all the land becomes deathly still
Upon the flats as the heat's haze lingers there
Survival a must we can hardly bear
But the trees remind us it again soon will rain
As in faith their green leaves refutably remain
As the darkened clouds upon the horizon meet
The hope in the air drifting past is sickly sweet
The parched earth eagerly waits to greet
The large drops of manna falling at its feet
And we all breath a large sigh of relief
As with the waters gift, gone is the grief
Thank you god for all we go through
When we can't really see what's true
Time in its circle such a complex thing
We know healing u always will bring
So much beauty does abound
That faith can always be found.
Copyright © laura street | Year Posted 2012
I do not know?
I have taken my final arrow,
My race has now been run
I’ll depart from here and go in peace
Into yonder setting sun
I will climb aboard the ship of death
And cross the chilling tide
I will go to yonder setting sun
As on this ship I will ride
I will not fear what lies ahead,
Or what I cannot tell
I’ll stand upon the bough and wave
To this life farewell
I will now close my eyes in death,
Weary from the race I’ve run
As upon the bough of death’s ship I will ride
To yonder setting sun
Copyright © Brandlynn Young | Year Posted 2006
bestowed by clouds overture
Copyright © Katherine Stella | Year Posted 2008
Clouds, white or gray gone
Not leaving a trace behind
And pure azure blue skies, drown
In blinding sunshine.
Summer has arrived
The sun beats down on the plains
Mercilessly, changing life
Once quite green, now pale.
Yet flowers do bloom
yellow accents fields gone dry
Vines in red, rose and purple hues
Cacti, their blooms bright.
Yet the earth suffers
Turned beggar, longs for water
Mountains turn rusty amber
River beds' dry stare.
But deep underneath
Thermal volcanic water
A treasure is found, healing
Giving courage, dream.
The winds pick up speed,
As the sun descends the blue
Transforming the ski's appeal
Orange and mauve hues.
Temperatures cool down
The earth is relief from scorch
People come out, still look out
For a sign of clouds.
When at last they come
Not a complain is heard, but
in all their hearts, dread is gone
The promise is up.
Copyright © 07.09.11
Copyright © Caroline Cécile Delacroix | Year Posted 2011
we live in an angelic world made by numbers
all that i know that its made by nature
stones fall and trees grow
day by day we all grow together
all along we live in a beautiful world
we all rejoice together and bound together like leafs on a tree
just like how they fall and die
we can all do it some how we all have
some one to lean on
close our eyes and get lost in motion transition between man and nature
we can all pull though
sea is spinning around the world
the rain comes and goes
every time you see the snow comes a white light in our eyes
we all grow with cakes and candles
the old faces fade and so do the new
but we all live in a beautiful world
the sun rises every morning
for some others have there backs turn
but wats ever happed to our souls its happened to someone else
so dont look back and grow old
burn your anger not your soul
just think that your still have this beautiful world
were the sun will always smile in the morning at you
every time i look around i see beautiful
long green grass
gliding objects all over my head
and me and you together
i know we can all live together as the light touches our hands we think of future plans
so make me unstopperble
Copyright © jason lewis | Year Posted 2008
Blinded by low winter sun
that rakes the icy field.
I shield my eyes and view
each furrowed rut
cut stark in sharp relief;
each new line so dark.
I peer as dazzling light
lifts thinning mist
from ribs of frozen mud
and see each furrow's crest
capped with silver dust.
in the morning light
waves furrowed white.
Foam flecks the breeze
as blossom flecks the trees.
Spring is on it’s way
but will not stay.
Summer sun is high
and in the sky swallows gather,
Rain clouds loom.
Though spring has not yet begun.
I’m blinded by low winter sun.
Copyright © Maggie Huscroft | Year Posted 2006
My island in the sun
Where my birthright belongs
My ancestors sail from far
... And there I was born
They came from India
Across the oceans
Work in the cane fields
And the plantation
Bring their curry spices
And Indian recipes to cook
Play their drum and dhantal
Sing and dance after work
Cooking roti on a tawa
Curry baigan and aloo
Dhal, rice and kuchela
Bara and channa too
How far Trinidad has come today
Together we aspire, together we achieve"
A small power in the world
With oil wealth up its sleeve
Free educations for
Every boy and girl
Mix with different races
From around the world
The mighty sparrow
And sundar popo
Going for a river lime
Cooking on the rock
Drinking we beer
And eating curry duck
The Beautiful beaches
Walking on the sands
Beating steel pans
La Brea pitch lake
Natural gas and petroleum
Sugar cane and molasses
Old oak and puncheon rum
Aloo choka, fried Plantain
Bel air bar be que
Bake and shark
And curry manicou
Princess town to san Fernando
Barrackpore to Cumuto
Port of Spain to Mayaro
Most southerly islands
Of the Caribbean,
The none stop breeze
Of the Atlantic oceans
This is my island in the sun
Copyright © kasim ishmael | Year Posted 2012
Walking along the beach on a Saturday morning
I can see the sun smiling from the horizon
The weather is cool and the water is calm
I can feel the gentle hands of sea breeze caressing my face
There are so many people doing different activities
Men and women lying in their shorts and bikinis ready for sun bathing
Young boys and girls in the water swimming and having fun
Little kids on the beach building castle of sand
The dogs are running around barking wildly in excitement
Where ever i look i see beautiful people with smile on their pretty faces
Life seems so perfect just walking along the beach on a Saturday morning.
Copyright © WOLE FRANCIS | Year Posted 2012
The morning fog settles low to the ground.
The clouds above are black and grey.
Thunder roars a mighty sound.
As I awake, no sun today.
The forecast tells of dark days.
Lightning strikes electrify.
Slicing through the great black sky.
Clouds continue to roll in,
keeping speed with the wind.
As I awake, no sun today.
Rain slaps hard at my windowpane.
The forecast tells of dark days.
Thunder shakes the walls in my room.
It rains and rains until the rise of the moon.
The wind begins to whistle a tune.
Forecast calls for dark days.
I hope its not a hurricane.
Wind spins the weathervane.
Trees fall across the lane.
I hope its not a hurricane.
Copyright © shannon farlouis | Year Posted 2010
Ol' Sea Snake's Carriage Ride
Cobblestones wobble and rock the carriage,
as I circle these streets with Blue Bits and
Derby Boy on this vibrant morning.
With the sun on my back and a salty gale brushing
by, my spirits soar as I imagine what the day will bring.
People come from all over to tour this city,
and soak up it's history and scenic views.
Why not climb aboard my carriage and take
a brisk ride with me on this beautiful day?
As we trot through the historic district, I'll
tell you some of our most scandalous folklores
and show you their shocking locations,
like Copper Moon Ridge, where pirates once
dressed as dames to steal their first good swig
of America's finest moonshine.
It's still pretty darn good!
You'll see the towering cliff views of our granite
lighthouse, whose menacing design has weathered
decades of the ocean's pounding tides.
We'll squeeze in time to feed the beached seals basking
in the sun or catch a rare glimpse of the orca whales
playing in our bay.
If romance is your desire, I'll tool you around in the moonlight,
to our brightest vistas that magnify the star's diamond twinkles.
...Perfect for capturing your lover's passion-heart.
I'll even take a long stroll, just to assure you of your privacy.
...Gentleman's honor, I won't take a peek!
If it's fish and chips you seek, we'll head over to
Smacky-Bud's Mackerel Shack for the tastiest fish around.
But I'll be up front with you, don't feed any to Derby n' Bits
or it'll be a long ride back.
So jump aboard and take a ride with this Ol' Sea Snake,
while there's still time.
I'm not getting any younger!
You day-trippers spend too much of your weekly grind
in your lackluster cars.
Come, sit back and unwind for a short time.
I'll sweep you back to the golden age of enchantment,
when hearts would mysteriously merge on a slow-trotting
carriage ride. Memories like these could last you a lifetime!
Copyright © Marie Harrison | Year Posted 2010
It is all in the Stars if you look hard enough.
There is always the morning Star twinkling.
And then there is the evening Star blinking.
And then there are layered clouds in a fluff.
Then there is the Sun and Moon and stuff.
Sometimes it looks like the Moons winking.
Sometimes it looks like the Sun is thinking.
Makes me wonder if their day can be rough!
What a wondrous world I live in.
What balance I live by every day.
My life must be granted and given.
So no wonder I take time to pray.
It is granted and given each day just to be me.
Just look up once a day and this you can see.
© Copyright: Ann Rich 2006
Copyright © Ann Rich | Year Posted 2010
I do not know?
Autumn Morning Country
The Morning Sky Aquamarine.
The Morning Sun Canary.
The Morning Clouds Pearls of White.
The Morning Birds Ruby Light.
The Morning Grass Emerald Green.
The Morning Leaves Smoky Quartz and Peridot.
The Morning Tree Trunks Citrine Light.
The Morning Smears of Snow Opal White.
The Morning Wind Constantly Clear.
Autumn Afternoon Country
The Afternoon Sky Aquamarine.
The Afternoon Sun Bright Canary.
The Afternoon Clouds Pearls of White.
The Afternoon Birds Rainbow Bright.
The Afternoon Grass Emerald Green.
The Afternoon Leaves Garnet Free.
The Afternoon Tree Trunks Heightened Citrine.
The Afternoon Snow Vanishes Away.
The Afternoon Wind Warming Sways.
Autumn Night Country
The Night Sky a Limitless Blanket of Onyx.
The Night Stars Scatters of Clear Diamonds.
The Afternoon Sun Concealed.
The Night Moon Revealed, a Ball of White Pearl.
The Night Clouds Smears of Tahitian Pearls.
The Night Owls Hues of Jasper and Carnelian.
The Night Grass Darkest of Emerald Color.
The Night Leaves Twirling Free in Dark Shadows.
The Night Tree Trunks Pilars of Darkest Citrine.
The Night Snow Heaving Falling of Akoyian Pearls.
The Night Wind Cooling Blows.
Copyright © Dorna Hainds | Year Posted 2006