Summer Appreciation Poems

"Zephyr greets me with heavenly tidings midst torture of humidity." - by Poet 

Breeze wafting blest peace
zephyr gently blows
serene news of grace
midst trials and tests...

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Wonder for the proof
Tea planting during summer
Greening of the roof....

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Sounds, bathed in memories,
Glistening, shimmering, sparkly sounds
On rivers of gentle, feeling left out
By August sun, blazing tangerine, bursting 
Buttery wonder through the reflections,
Stirrings of grace,...

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Within his moment, I wouldn't change a thing,
my life right now is earnt,
I got here on my own merit,
proud of all the things I've learnt.

Oh...

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I enjoy the sparkle of rainbow colors and pretty sheen's
As my mind travels to worlds collected in many screens
It’s an escape from my anxiety and...

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Beat the heat, swim hard
Dive into cool water right
Into your backyard....

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Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate
Rough winds do shake and darling buds of May and summer's lease...

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By Cherbo Geeplay

Summer is yet to come and may
never come. She's stirring in an
August noon, sitting on the long
plateaus of these fields so far
 ...

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Author Dana Redricks 
April 7, 2024

In the sea of golden waves I sway, blessed by the sun's loving rays. Each day a gift from up...

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Hot summer, wearing
sun-striped sweaters, worker bees
in eighty-degrees.
...

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I was a classic 1957 Chevrolet Bel-Air, in mint condition, admiral and white.
My owner had other beautiful, classic cars, like stars sparkling into twilight.

My owner...

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Love like He loved,
with sincerity and selflessness,
love with your whole heart, with love
that silences the fears that mock...

praising, ever praising...

with the wind, singing its melodies,
rushing...

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March does reverberate jubilant sound
     since it's my birth month with gifts that abound.

March pours down heaven's extravagant grace*
  ...

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betty lourdes said she had the choice
to choose
where the river goes
a divine rod of sorts
a word to say
amongst the falling leaves
water and wardle
going to see...

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My Grandmother’s Baking Pans

I remember peering through Nana’s broken window countless times on my way to St. Augustine’s Girls’ School in St. George. But that...

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