Best Passionsummer Poems
It is not a sliver shame, that I have never felt what it feels like to dance along with the coldest feelings of winter, or holiday away with the warmest summer breezing, or either skate swiftly on the snowfall iced grounds.
I might be called a complicated bush man, for this. But I do not feel less aware intelligently or less creative to life affairs.
Because, I am wise enough to know,that it is the same heavens, that someone on the sea sees, that is the same view someone on land sees also. There might be difference in the atmospheric temperature, but the heavens will always remain a sky and not a scarf or scar.
I am an alien to summer, autumn, winter, spring and definitely a super alien to snow, but I am not an alien to hope, understand and experience, and surely my faith and hope of being in a snowy, summer and winter environment, shall never expire, this I known!
One day, I shall make summer my muffler of inspiration,
autumn, my soulful air of perseverances and continuity to excellence,
While winter, will be my successful coolant, to fluid up the burning inspiration of my unborn books.
Till then,
I shall humbly wait and boldly work on, sincerely to a fashionably attractive endeavour, till I completely erase the uncultivated feelings.
And when I have achieved my crystal dreams of dancing to the summer breeze and clothing myself with snows, then I shall shake the sown feelings off, and start dreaming of visiting the moon.
Come; lie with me in the grass
Of summer and feel the cool green
Blades give ground to our presence here.
Smell the white clover my dearest?
Its odoriferous fragrance
Pales by comparison with you.
Look! I see a four-leaf clover,
Though rare, it’s not as rare as you;
I picked you out amongst a crowd
And have been in love ever since.
That sun that kisses these flowers
Is not as warm as your kisses
And the warm rustling summer breeze
Lingers long about your tresses
Stilled by the jealous Aeolus
Who claims all things but you my dear.
From where I sit my eyes view
My darling, my dear, my love so true
Against the rocks, down by the beach
I long to touch her skin so peach
Her hair in a bun reveals her nape
Whilst her coloured costume graces her shape
A sky blue ribbon catches the breeze
To know she's my gall my hearts in please
She skips and turns and looks my way
Like a summer ballerina, she makes my day
Our eyes capture each others thoughts
For our evening together we'll be in body taught
A meal, a dance and a glass of fine wine
As our loving embrace starts our evening assign
Closely we hold in tender touch
As I whisper softly that I love her so much
The summer night quiets as our loving mood grows
With a click of our glasses filled with Chateau Bordeaux
Over her naked pert body I reach the lamp switch
On saltire blue silken sheets our bodies enrich
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A summer kiss.
With a glowing sunset
a deep passion grows.
All but too many crazed feelings
always kept sustained
stream out and forgotten.
The feeling of his strong lips,
with a cool mint taste
against mine shall never release
the true meaning of
a blazing summer kiss.
How does one start a summer romance?
Does it simply happen by chance?
Do you fling your arms into some
strangers palms and agree to
do a little dance.
I wonder about these things
because a dull summer just isn't for me.
Neither is waiting around forever
to see if someone might come along.
Why not take this chance to be free.
Now I know that might seem a little
bit unclean to want a summer romance
knowing it won't amount to a thing.
But still can't a girl just sweep those fairy tales
under the rug for a few short months
and just have fun?
No suppers. Lots of do overs
Half sober half intoxicated
lets go out on lots of dates
and have no arguments
wouldn't that be great?
No messy clean up or hearts to crunch
I just want this to be fun for once.
And this could exist in my imaginary world where
him and her could be alright with
just calling it what it was
and having a good nite
But were not okay with that
we have our fun
and than fun turns to wanting
something more than
what can emerge
Even summer romances
get heavy
and in the end
I'll shed more tears
than I'll smile.
We'll never know if something
is long term or just for now.
But still I long for those romances
even if they're only for summer
and don't quite make it to fall.
Any love is special.