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The Best Summer Poems
Once Upon a Purple Sunrise
Pretty as a Periwinkle,
in your frilly summer frock,
the one with purple polka dots
that matched the cool of early dawn.
Haloed in hazy lavender hue,
I'll always remember you;
running bare-foot through
the corn fields still wet
with translucent drops
of fragrant morning dew.
The scent of damp, fresh grass
lingering on your waist-length,
ebony braids, that wrestled free
of their crimson satin ribbons,
floating away in the pale blaze
of a new day, riding on a gentle breeze.
Your childish giggles drifted
through rows of raspberries bushes,
a look of total wonder reflected
in your bright smiling hazel eyes,
innocent as the wispy grey clouds,
that awake with the surprise
of a transient glowing sunrise.
Where did you come from,
Little Sprite, with your
mischievous deep dimples,
cherry-stained cheeks and lips?
Even gazelles would be jealous
of your long, lithe brown legs,
graceful as a swan's,
gliding in casual slow motion.
Carefree as a hummingbird,
hovering in suspended animation,
you were lost in the beauty
of your own song.
Did you forget me,
waiting for you with
finger sandwiches and sweet tea?
But that was okay –
it was your time to wander
in an ocean of wild yellow daisies
that needed to sprout
in your youthful heart…
take root and grow
in your memory forever.
Best New Poem - 2/20/18
Poem of the Week 2/25/18
Sponsor: Silent One
Contest: Sunrise and Sunset
Copyright © Pandita Sanchez | Year Posted 2018
Oh I am but a simple leaf
withering within the gutter
one summer of bliss
now! Just an autumn flutter.
For some; destine to fall
upon stony ground, a part
of life’s infernal gyration.
Yet for those that fall
within your reach, to live
on within your soul!
While limbs that stretch
towards the solstice, create
vivacious veins as channels of hope,
a pledge of foliation continues
to endure what spring has
furnished; autumn expires.
Yes! If we can but learn
from nature’s complex simplicity,
that life be of a cycle
from the seed we are conceived,
then let spring be my beginning
winter my exultant eve!
Let our two cultures
merge as one, the
to become the sustenance;
our transfusion the
Let us breathe the
fragrance of born again;
let each slender limb,
stout body bear our
tenaciousness, each lyrical
leaf our life’s blood.
Let us mollycoddle each
precious tear that falls from a
angry sky; dance gracefully
upon the wind, embrace
on moonless nights, bathe
in summer madness.
Let us hear the bluebell call,
the daffodil pray, the apple
blossom bear witness; the
clamour of the field mouse
the pitapat of the butterfly
the silence of lovers in love.
Let us be sanctuary to the
symbolic songstress, scuttling
squirrel, vulgar urchin;
a fortress for the warrior
a haven for the pacifist
an inspiration for the poet!
The call of springtime
we will invoke,
we will gladly choke;
“This! Obliging old oak.”
© Harry J Horsman 2000
Copyright © harry horsman | Year Posted 2010
The steadily falling cold August rains
Continue to pour upon Cheshires lanes;
Over flattening fields of soddened wheat,
Soaking the grass, splashing the feet.
Stands the Combine in the shed;
The unripened apples hanging rosy red.
Stands the caped heron all alone -
His glinting eye as cold as stone.
And in amongst the many puddles
We step around like our troubles:
So lurch ahead with our retreat
Like drunken fools in the street.
And through this months darkly frowns
The cleansing downpours wash the towns;
Scrubs the spire from ingrained time -
Absolves the guilt from the crime!
Copyright © john fleming | Year Posted 2014
In primrose twilight, summer is still near.
She whispers in my ear; I hear her in
the one lone owl that hoots to only me.
I wake to find her shining through the clouds -
though breathing not so warmly on my cheek.
I glimpse her waning smile as in a field
I dance to soundless music in her sun.
My mind goes wandering, and in the breeze
I hear her sigh, for she is lingering
within the scent of asters that I pluck.
I’m hanging on to that one glint I see
of her before me in gold glitter dusk.
But in the cries of geese across the sky,
she calls goodbye, and sweet is her demise.
Dec. 2, 2016
Now used for the Blank Verse Poetry Contest of Janice Canerdy
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2016
Our summer love began in Gemini
with sultry eves of wooing escapades,
and as the moon did swoon as it drew nigh
my lust you stirred with strumming serenades.
Romance as rich as black queen tulip skies
adorned with precious gems of bijou light,
before they’d lose their lustre to sunrise
you’d shower me with diamonds of the night.
Impassioned kisses filled my sails with love,
a rhumba full of rapture neath the stars
with rhythmic teasing, undulations of
unbridled flame of Venus and my Mars.
The time of Libra brings a cool to days ~
still, autumn love sets aging leaves ablaze.
May 15, 2018
~ First Place ~
Contest: Summer Love Sonnet (English) Poetry Contest
Sponsor: John Hamilton
*(Black)Queen of Night Tulip: a velvety deep maroon-black tulip*
Copyright © Susan Ashley | Year Posted 2018
How may I extol a midsummer breeze?
As soft as rose petals in cooling wind
That flutters leaves upon the verdant trees,
And endeavors to make the blossoms blend
From blooming boughs whose wistful petals drift
In a mélange of hues that blankets grounds
In vivid masterpiece of summer's gift,
Sharing red rose’s splendor that abounds.
Ten summers have passed since we said good-bye.
The son you never knew still causes tears
As evening shadows fill this twilight sky,
Through him I've loved you more all of these years.
Soon all is hushed in shadow's silhouette
When moonrise turns blue skies to violet
Not Just Any Old Rose Poetry Contest. ~Poem of the Day Jul 31, 2018~
Sponsor: Mark Massey ~7th placement premier contest~
Copyright © Connie Marcum Wong | Year Posted 2018
SUMMER’S END *
Down her meadow’s sweetness
By name of Summer’s End
This smallish thatch work cottage
With it’s proper artful sign
Hung at eaves with slightest tilt
By portal in decline
Should some young and searching pair
Choose certain bend of woods
And come upon the scene by chance
Imagine now their fond surprise
That first adoring glance
She’s not so much sad longing
As a fixed point of warmth
Her leaves but yellowed barely
Far distant hills all purplish glaze
It’s Summer’s End for keeping
Till a good life’s end of days
* Correction - thatch work cottage. Thanks to Keith Logan for the correction
Copyright © daver austin | Year Posted 2016
What's not to love about a summer day?
Kissed by the sun, the warmth of its embrace
To feel the cleanse from sweat at work and play
While honeysuckle breezes cool my face
With hillsides blanketed in purple vetch
Magenta morning glories and light blues
Imagine all the butterflies they fetch
A scene to romance any poet's muse
But when it gets too hot, I seek the shade
Barefoot in clover 'neath tall sycamores
Or take a watermelon down to wade
A spring fed creek, to cool, while I explore
That evening, in the swing, I watch fireflies
Then pray I wake to see one more sunrise
May 9 - 2018
Copyright © Daniel Turner | Year Posted 2018
And the people are singing,
the parade has just begun.
People singing and dancing
we are having fun in the sun.
I hear the trumpets loudly playing,
to the beat of the big base drum.
The people they are loudly singing,
let's all have fun in the sun.
For one face I am searching,
I cannot see it anywhere.
As we turn the corner dancing,
there is your glory standing there.
The joy of what is happening,
fills my heart with the beat of the drum.
The sun, its light is smiling,
while we all have fun in the sun.
Take my hand and we'll be dancing,
today all blues will be put on the run.
We are having fun a-moving,
We're all having fun in the sun.
How fast our hearts are beating,
as we're moving to the beat.
Love's song it keeps repeating,
as we all dance down the street.
What if the moon were shining?
stars were out in the velvet sky.
A new song our hearts singing,
On golden wing they would come to fly.
But this is day, sun is beating,
as people now begin to run.
the sea it is welcoming,
when we're having fun in the sun.
We are both having fun in the sun,
the day has truly now begun.
Let us play now in the sea,
you shall have your fun with me.
There is joy and laughter all around,
the song of joy is a happy sound.
Come into my arms on the run,
boy we'll have some fun in the sun.
Copyright © Vladislav Raven | Year Posted 2018
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.
20th July, 2016
Copyright © Teppo Gren | Year Posted 2016
Here I sit amongst the long grasses and the reed,
in a solitary place, where my breath is freed,
on an Indian Summer's evening on the lake bed,
autumn has come, yet the warmth has not fled.
Blazing orange skies, are mirrored to reflect,
I cannot imagine a scene being any more perfect,
as I looked up, an unfallen leaf caught my gaze,
spotlighted in the sun's last golden rays.
I noticed this crimson leaf as it began to wave,
the end of a short life that I could not save,
then swept away suddenly by the wind's rake,
and ripples formed as it landed on the still lake.
The leaf was carried away and my eyes followed,
then drowned by the water's surface and swallowed,
windy fingertips tugged it from the branch to sever,
existing once, like today, and then was gone forever.
Note - This was my original idea for the poem "The leaf",
but it was revised for a contest. I just wanted to post both
versions of the poem.
Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2014
After the end of a long hot day
At the end of my rope - with nerves all frayed
I sat on the porch…to rest a spell
As the sun slipped… slowly behind the hill
Calmed…by the lingering…after glow
I watched…the summer night unfold
Crimson streaks…on a sky of blue
Melted…in a thousand…different hues
Got lost…in the dark…without the light
Leaving…just their shadows…in the night
And in fields…of clover…across the way
The crickets…began…their serenade
As fireflies danced…with sheer delight
Glowing…in love…with this summer night
And there…ahead…at the end of the road
Above the bridge…where the river flows
It rose - like magic - before my eyes
An orange moon… so big…it filled the sky
Copyright © Elaine George | Year Posted 2006
Oh summer what have you done to me
so many flirtatious winks teasingly
undressing me with every wisp of
a welcomed heat filled breath
Oh summer, oh how you melt me
with those gazing sunrise eyes blinking
and those sweet high noon kisses swimming
fogging up another afternoon aviator sky
Oh summer your warm touches caress
and I'm a mess blushing into a golden
bronze affair wondering when you're not there
if you will ever come back again
Oh summer your nights delight with fire
and a backyard breeze harmony underneath
a blanket of stars and a lemonade moon
hushed I swoon knowing I'm in love
Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2017
Bright yellow sparks glisten around the landscape
Sheer environment expose
Warmth slinks down every step
Spur like rays muster in long light
The wolves wait to howl
Soon--Bunch of flowers
Huddle in with sunlit love
Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2013
Twas a full moon shining on a cool summer night
And hound dogs were howling at its silver shadowed light.
I heard but a whisper on the cool evening breeze,
Twas the voice of a woman I used to chase and tease.
Our love was forever, at least I used to think it so.
Then came the day she left me; I wondered, where’d she go?
If true love lasts forever, was this love not for me?
I heard an answer on the wind - Son, your true love is she.
A true love will always linger in the shadows of your heart
Even when the one you love has chosen to depart.
True love is the love you gave, no matter what the cost
It will return to you again, for it is never lost.
Like a full moon shining on a cool summer night
With placid waters glistening in its silver shadowed light
Love comes like a whisper on a cool evening breeze
A gentle touch, a soft caress, a rustle in the trees.
There is no bitterness in the past, if your love was true
The sweetness in the memory is true love’s gift to you
A rising sun or new full moon is not a memory
And so will love come once again, if you let it be.
Twas a full moon shining on a cool summer night
And hound dogs were howling at its silver shadowed light
I heard but a whisper on the cool evening breeze,
Twas the voice of love’s song...answering my pleas.
*An excellent collab,with
John Wulf & Dan Kearley*
Copyright © Dan Kearley | Year Posted 2012
"This is dedicated to all who understand this. Whether we like it or not." -D.J.E.
I wasn’t gonna write this
Emotions are stirring high
How much time has passed
Still feel your presence
Of the slowest death
To these present seconds
An ugly revelation
Tainted the sunshine
That bared on our souls
365 days ago
So many tears
Had filled the ocean
For love’s river
Were held back by presumption’s walls
The dam’s of what could have been
Here I stand
In this present moment
Your essence still lingers
Like the flakes of a dandelion b r e a k i n g f r e e
From its home
Tormented echoes of “why”
“Please don’t go”
“I love you…I love you so much”
High pitched resonations
Rafts of secondary importance
This heart still knows
For it will always recall
Played me a fool
While you held hands
Across my shoulders
Left me uncomfortably numb
All my rights
And all the while
My foolish hopes
Continued to warp my mind
Maybe if I didn’t look back when you walked away
Like the rules said…
These soft acoustic riffs
Replay in my head
You were my “Wonderwall”
“You could’ve been the one…to save me”
But I overcame
Didn’t want to be an inconvenience for you
Colors of Fall
Your favorite season
You were like Summer & Winter
Knew when to turn up the heat
Make me sweat
Each new arrival
A summer equinox
But, when it was over
Nothing but cold
Even solace’s bandages
Could not heal
But, I weathered the storm
And would do it again
Cause it was for real
Here I am
52 weeks have past
Of that hourglass
With no more sands
Buried in dragon’s chest
You are in my silent prayer
Even though you are contained
Within my heart’s asylum cell block home
I loved you
With all that I had
That you will be the only regret
I will ever be proud of.
© Drake J. Eszes
Copyright © Drake Eszes | Year Posted 2011
summer's lavish brush
canvas stroked in billowed swirls…
daydreams framed in blue
-16 Jun 2014-
Copyright © david mohn | Year Posted 2014
One summer day, enraptured by the Goddess Sea,
King Sun shone down with all his might; most splendidly
he moved the Goddess, for she rippled laughingly
a shimmering reply to Sun in azure sky,
and while reflecting that same hue where King Sun dwelt,
her turquoise ripples lengthened, for the goddess felt
herself now rising up with joy. Wave after wave
was leaping, frothing. . . as King Sun more strongly gave
his final rays to her. Then he descended low
that he might kiss the lovely Sea on earth below -
to kiss her soon before the last day’s shadows fell,
and so he touched her where she’d let her body swell.
With yellow gold, his final glow, he bathed her face,
but when the night arrived with sable colored lace
to drape the goddess, Sun had vanished from all sight;
below Sea’s depth he’d sunk - to love her through the night.
For Suz's "Let's Be Open" poetry contest and now for
PD's Anything Goes Contest
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2013
HORIZON OF LOVE
summer sunshine fades
as twilight descends on life
horizon of love
23rd May, 2016
Copyright © Teppo Gren | Year Posted 2016
autumn is here.
of the rain
and blossoms spring.
the snow shapes
the crisp cold
ices the wintertide.
the sand sculptures
a childhood summer past.
the seasonal airs
stimulates the senses
and the memories they carry.
in the glee,
in the hopes and dreams,
in the human spirit,
lives the miracle of life.
voices in every pitch
deep and resounding,
of echoes and whispers – uncut.
Any Old Poem Will Do - Contest
For Skat A
Entered: August 29 2014
Copyright © Maurice Yvonne | Year Posted 2014
No litter, no rules, no society scent,
just peninsula pure soul content, ideally lent.
Awed and wowed with arms stretched wide,
I stand on Key’s narrow road on narrow land,
surrounded by two sea gems and their sand.
This dream road sea-drowns, down south’s horizon
and thrills my innocence without even trying.
Western growth is dense and a fence in Gulf’s yard.
Her wave’s sirens are blue-salt diamonds
and I am mesmerized by their titan climbing.
East unfolds turquoise enchantments unmarred –
The playful, poetic Atlantic off guard,
bewitching and hypnotic in regard.
Dazzled, I sit in the sea, shoulders deep.
Powder soft ocean floor thrones me nicely.
I could sit the day in this sea so sultry.
Flirty, allusive, emerald joys leap
as languid, luscious wet meets sun’s glee,
sending my senses high where memories keep.
These expressive ocean blues and greens
are of patterns and ways, I have never seen.
Sensual and graceful, each sea touch is delight –
as soothing in feel as pleasure in my sight.
Before me spreads endless bounty of ocean glean.
Under Florida-kissed skies, I sit wet and serene.
Kai Michael Neumann's In The Moment of Time
Copyright © CayCay Jennings | Year Posted 2016
A PLACE OF DELIGHT
The nature renders its divine allure
with summers warmth and beauty to adore.
Enclosed reflections of the sky so pure
to feel the past, and times of calm restore.
The gentle breeze caresses aspen trees
with trembling rustle of its tender leaves,
the soothing sound of silent sighs appease,
release from tempest thoughts as calmness heaves.
Afar in the distance a cooing dove,
beyond a lake that sparkles with a gleam,
With wagtails and robins flying above
A haven to cherish a scenic dream.
My minds at rest from thoughts of hectic plight
my cabin’s freedom, my place of delight.
July 2nd, 2018
Copyright © Teppo Gren | Year Posted 2018
~The sunrise makes me happy, shining on my face,
and I don’t feel so lonely, in its warm embrace.
I can see her dancing, on the sandy beach,
reaching out to touch me, in the cool summer breeze.
Though I can’t see tomorrow, I can see forever,
but I don’t need forever … just another day.
I can see her laughing, I can see her near me,
summer breeze, oh summer breeze, keep blowing my way.
The warm wind sings so softly, its sweet summer song,
the summer breeze calls to me, as I walk along.
I can hear her whispers blowing through the trees,
calling me, oh calling me, in the soft summer breeze.
The summer sun fades softly, to an evening sky
passing on its sunlight, to a new sunrise.
I can hear her melody, ringing through the night,
sing to me, oh sing to me ... till the morning light.
Though I can’t hear tomorrow, I can hear forever,
but I don’t want forever … just another day.
I can hear her heartbeat, I can hear her near me,
summer breeze, sweet summer breeze, keep blowing my way.
I can feel her heartbeat, I just want her near me now,
summer breeze, please summer breeze, keep blowing my way.
John Hamilton's " Summer Breeze" contest.
Copyright © Mark Massey | Year Posted 2018
A ballerina butterfly, she’s gliding
sweetly through the meadow’s grass still fresh with dew.
She sees a stream, kicks off her shoes, and sliding
down from a rock, she steps into smooth, cool blue.
A swing on a nearby tree she later spies.
Higher and higher, up to the sky she flies!
Flowers surround her; the sun shines on her face.
My small summer princess rules the day with grace.
Aug. 2, 2018 for Barry Stebbings' "Picture Me A Summer Rispetto" Contest
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2018
Cerulean lake flows beneath azure dome
Charming revelers in waters cobalt blue
Gazing into horizon where eagles roam
Greeting scenic pastures in aerial view.
Upon shamrock landscapes quiver golden rays
Crafting shadowy shapes, drawing zealous praise
Foretelling onset of twilight colors soon
Preparing the stage for ardent summer moon.
July 8, 2018
First Place in Mid July standard contest by Brian Strand
Placed 2nd in Summer Rispetto contest by Barry Stebbings
Rhyme: abab, ccdd. Eight lines, 11 syllables each;
Verified on howmanysyllables.com
Copyright © Vijay Pandit | Year Posted 2018