Best Lovesummer Poems
30 Years Gone
Such a long time to be apart
No contact but you are still in my heart
Memories of the years we spent together
The smiles
The laughs
The times we made love under a warm summer sun
It was paradise
The best times of my life
One misunderstanding between us
No one at fault ended us
Destroyed paradise
The smiles and laughs died in a single day
And the summer love making faded into a distant memory
I still look at your picture in an old yearbook
Torn and tattered age is trying to take that from me too
But you will always be in my thoughts
You will always be in my heart
I will always love you
I just wish I could tell you one time
Then maybe the last 35 years would be gone
And we would be together
The Summer of Nineteen Sixty
Lying on a blanket by the loch side on a summer’s day
I close my eyes and listen to the quiet.
I hear the slap, slap of the small wavelets lapping on the pebbles and
The plop of some brave fish as he twists and turns his way through the cool green water.
Above my head I hear the distinct call of the peewit and can imagine him hovering high in the
sky.
Into this calm comes the soft rustle of the rowan tree, then, the more stringent sound of a wicker
basket being opened.
I smile for I know what comes next.
The chink of crystal glasses, followed by the pop of a champagne bottle being uncorked.
I open my eyes to see my lover smiling at me.
Glug, glug, the sparkling liquid pours from the neck of the bottle.
I reach out and take the glass of fizzing bubbles, unable to keep my eyes from straying to the
new diamond sparkling on my finger.
And in my mind I hear again the words of love he whispered a few minutes ago.
These, to me, will ever be the sounds of the summer nineteen hundred and sixty.
Enchanted by the beauty of the night,
the wayward breeze of summer’s eve disturbed
emotions of the past. The waxen light
of moon espied, as flames of old reverbed.
A fading love revived on golden sands;
goodbyes, the only words we planned to heed,
were left unsaid as fate rejoined our hands,
and soft lips kissed, in search to sate their need.
Insatiable desires refused to quell
as skin to skin we bathed in salty waves
and loved in time to gentle tidal swell
forever now entwined as passion’s slaves,
though just my dreams beneath the stars above
bore witness to our steamy summer love.
** Steamy Summer Love sonnet
As she sits drinking her coffee on
the swing soaking in the summer day.
A smile appears on her face when
the thoughts of that summer day passed.
*remembering, when she met the stranger
at the park years passed.
They laughed, talked, and walked together
hand in hand.
He craved their names on the big oak tree.
It would be there for everyone to see.
Suddenly, she hears a crash as her coffee
cup falls and shatters on the patio below.
It jolts her back to reality once more.
Sadness on her face now the smile gone.
*Thoughts of him the stranger comes back
to her mind tears falling as she remembers
him saying to her-------We can never be, For
I am a Married man------.
The city's august hell-heat
choking lungs and stinging eyes,
stranded car and driver hoods agape
spew boiling geysers to a summer sky.
And we, as cattle going to market
slowly inch our way toward the promise of relief.
Beside me in the traffic
I (with shutter-camera eye)
briefly caught the image
of a sister of the search.
Her eyes were your eyes
were eyes of longing and wonderment.
The city's august hell-heat
now unnoticed faded into memories
of a summer long ago
when we, beneath a backyard cherry tree,
would speak of transcendental Love and Truth.
Your queries were more answer than question,
your requests, an unexpected gift
that like the sylvan canopy above my head
gave refuge from a singeing inner heat.
It was a beautiful summer morning,
Sitting there with you,
In the early mornings light
Everything was fresh and new.
It brought back a summer that faded too fast.
But I know now, it was not to last.
But it brought back those warm august nights.
Spent out under a thousand star lights.
And a warm summer breeze will always render,
The memories of a summer spent in surrender.
I still long for it, right up to winter’s first frost.
Him, those days, but mostly the innocence lost.
And it does this heart good to see you form time to time.
If only to relive that much simpler time.
I wonder does your mind drift back to those days.
Or was it simply an awkward teenage phase?
You too had said we’d always be,
But we both knew as the summer faded, so would we.
Sarah Comstock
2\18\2000
There, my young man in summer sleeps,
The pale moon, aloft, a watch she keeps.
Envious green, with frustration weeps,
As my young man in the garden sleeps.
That she would wish his beauty hers,
Her every watchful night rehearsed.
Through velvet sky she gently purrs,
Temping vain to make his hand hers.
There my young man in summer sleeps.
Dreaming as my heart he always keeps.
Until sunrise Eastwards, joyous leaps.
Then moon, embittered, falls and sleeps.
Before that day splashed everything with light
I played in solitude with cuddly clouds
And watched them form changing figures, blight
The sky or bring the sobbing sludge of rain,
Or etch your portrait
where the spindly sparrow fly
looping your beauty with the breathless sun
We watched them
fall like shattered diamonds
once from a window battered
with fragile
dreams
of tomorrow
And you said they were our prancing children in the water
Little Shangos you called them, and we kissed
In passion, filling love with lissom lilacs of laughter
For life was an eternal summer then
Winter was barred from where it had never been
Barren landscape scarred by the lecher, not the sun
Shrivelling petals and prayers, lynching the hearts like trees
Barren
and scraggy
shredding the eye
Brambled
fingers clutching sky
Tolling voids of air like a crucifix
Self important because of the importunate
Castling citadels of calamity against the hearts fear
The wind exploits the calamity of leaves
Only a shell of sultry shadows was left
And I bereft
Tented my exultation
To wait your coming again
And the annihilation of pain.
Clouds are drifters of the sky, I am enfolded in cerulean blue
Dark indigo of heart on the promenade
Children feet splashing the frazzled dry of sand
I shriek like a gull slant against the wind
Where the splashed sand grits the eye
Summer seas are all of winter's tears rinsed in light
Itinerant birds frolic here: innocence excited emits delight,
For lovers are children
Too trusting uncarefully
Undermarcated wrong or right
As summer splash them like sprays
Glinting the eye Where the starving eagle plays'
I slant away to reminisce alone.
Soft summer breezes meander through the day,
pausing to part your hair, they wander on their way.
Climb aboard my Summer Carousel,
where dreams are sweet, reality ends well,
where moments come that lovers never tell,
Climb aboard my Summer Carousel.
Green leaves of envy sweep the clear blue skies.
The sultry joys of summer are captured in your eyes.
Climb aboard my Summer Carousel,
where dreams are sweet, reality ends well,
where moments come that lovers never tell,
Climb aboard my Summer Carousel.
Sunlight and whimsy complete the look of you.
Aglow in pastel wonder, our love is strong and new.
Climb aboard my Summer Carousel,
where dreams are sweet, reality ends well,
where moments come that lovers never tell,
Climb aboard my Summer Carousel.
I shall miss the poetry
hiding in your smile,
or the way your hand
fit once, inside of mine.
In bitterness my heart turns
against me, longing to feel
again the beat of yours;
one, two, in time.
A summer romance
as they all say, it seems
never stand the test of time
no matter the hopes we place.
I am forever in debt
to the wonder and love
you shared with me
those summer nights.
The agony, in hopes, will pass,
but, with tenderness will I
look upon the memories
we have here shared.
I shall miss the beauty
of your eyes, and the wonder
of your kiss. Those nights under the stars;
goodbye, my love, goodbye.
Winter has its sparkle, but not for me today
my thoughts have turned to summer, not so far away.
With mild and lighter evenings and days so warm and long
I think of all the things I can do, when summer comes along.
But I’ll just want to be with you and feel you close to me
walking hand in hand with you, strolling by the sea.
So I will take some time away, to be alone with you
and we will find a rocky cove, where the sea is blue.
As we watch the children play, we’ll wonder at it all
then I’ll steal a kiss from you, as the waves caress the shore.
And I’ll just want to be with you and feel you close to me
walking hand in hand with you strolling by the sea.
We’ll take a walk across the cliffs, up where the seagulls fly
and watch the sea crash on the rocks, as the clouds drift by.
Then we’ll stroll down to the beach, to find a shell or two
and watch the surf ride on the tide, just glad it’s me and you.
The winter has us in its grip, now snow has fallen too
but my thoughts are of summer days, just being alone with you.
By Tim Kitchen, written in Feb1998
as a girl apart I knew
the best part of life
was a hot summer field
a great book
the sent of summer grass
and your dog
tired from the walk but happy to rest
waiting for what comes next
laying down to read
hiding from the world
hiding out
He sat, open shirt, milking the good from the last
few drops of that hot beer.
Waiting on a three legged bar stool
for something to develop, but nothing was near.
A bead of sweat rolled down ever so slowly
past his navel, an outie, he hated that.
It traversed a most beautiful six pack to rest
before sliding under blue jeans hiding no fat.
She licked her curvaceous lips unknowingly.
Just wanting to relax from the night before,
she stared blankly ahead at a drop of sweat.
As it stopped, and curved, and moved, she swore.
Something moved him, he knew not what.
Coming back down to earth, he slowly looked about.
She was no more than four feet away.
So surprised was he, his first thought was a way out.
Silently laughing to herself, the first round was hers.
She could afford to let him win one or two,
to let him think he was the man about town,
before she scored the coup.
They played cat and mouse for the rest of the night.
It was steamy. Summer love developed in spite of all.
Continuing far past summer and even grad school.
Far reaching into the depths of everlasting soul.
He sat, open shirt, milking the good from the last
few drops of that hot beer.
A drop of sweat rolled ever so slowly down and
over that horrendous exposed sphere.
She licked her curvaceous lips unknowingly.
Still loving that fat, jelly belly who adored her.
Still playing cat and mouse with her hon.
Easier now, for him to recognize the purr.
© Jul 12 2010 for Linda’s "Steamy Love" contest
Summer sun,
warm my skin.
summer sun,
warm me within.
Set my emotions
free,
so all can see,
the glow in me.
Summer sun,
It's you I see,
when my girl,
smiles at me.
And when you
set at night,
I see you again,
when she says,
good night.
What Love Means to You-collobration
Searching through summer,
the time for respite,
hot from mid-morning
turns warm through the night.
Lazy you're feeling
but love doesn't care
if you're reflecting
on what has been there.
Memories fade
to the heat of the day,
there comes someone
who is wanting to say
"How much I love you,"
and summer must wait
love does not care
if it's if early or late.
These are the good times,
the reason we dream.
These are the bad times,
the reason we scream.
Searching through summer,
the time for respite,
Love comes along
and then summer feels right.
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Contest: What Love Means To You
Sponsor: Walavee Whitlock
Collobrations:Poetry Soup Members
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