Best Summer(A) Poems
She speaks of trees in morning mist
A promise of leaves all color kissed.
Discourse in shades of russet tones
Her loss of emerald leaves bemoans
Her cadence heard in whispering leaves
With cooling winds she summer grieves
In mellow tones her course made known
She squalls till all her leaves have blown
And with her branches bare to sky
Bids to summer a fond goodbye.
Categories:
summer(a), autumn, change, seasons,
Form:
Couplet
“Does the robin sing because the cold of winter is leaving or the warmth of spring is coming? Or might he be singing because each without the other would lessen both?”
-- Craig D. Lounsbrough
The song of hope returned last night at three
A gentle trill from out my window heard
My spirits rose and I was filled with glee
To hear the chirp of spring’s first “early bird”
My outdoor lamp cast light on his red breast
His wings were still as on a shrub he sat
I knew his nightly song meant I’d not rest
Still I extended him a welcome mat
He sang as if to say, “Spring will arrive”
I knew the jays and finches should come soon
And then the frailest flowers would revive
As if awakened by the robin’s tune
In summer a full chorus will rehearse
And in their glory, hopeful hearts immerse
Categories:
summer(a), bird, spring,
Form:
Sonnet
Back then,
backyards were big enough
to nurture a growing soul
and provide a space
for the earth to play out
its seasons in full rehearsal.
There were wide tracks
of grass, trees to climb,
old sheds to rummage
with their interiors full of tools
and bric-a-brac
webbed in history.
There was food - ripe tomatoes
and corn from a vegetable patch,
grapes swelling
under a cool canopy of vines,
soft skins bursting
their dark sweetness
inside expectant mouths,
almonds, apricots and the luscious
dribble of a warm peach
down sticky cheeks.
Some had roaming chickens
with their bounty of eggs.
Backyards were blotting paper
for a child's hurt, a hiding place
to get away, a theater
for projecting the phantasies
of a sheriff or a princess
high in a golden tower.
And in summer, a sprinkler
casting a gauntlet of cold spray
for tiny feet to challenge.
Then it all ends
when backyards become
too small and more exotic places
call a restless soul to leave
its Eden and break the spell
of its beginning.
Categories:
summer(a), childhood, growth, home, in
Form:
Free verse
Start the day. In what way
was the cold spring, last wet summer a
global warning, indicator. Says
one commentator on the op-ed page, the
dislocations, wars, famines will tax humanity's
technology, philosophy, even religion's ability
to see past daily survival to
the music in the rock. I've doubted the taboos
one frog among many in the slow-heating beauty
of the world we knew. Aaron's coconut.
Peepers doing well in the heavy rains, wet
with joy. Hawks and crows thrive below the jet
stream, noise, perhaps our fears
are overdrawn, we'll get along, it'll all hold together 10,000 years more,
the Holocaust will never be repeated, lush mountain and sere
desert equally appreciated, baseball
lazily paced summer evenings, the harvest in the fall
a sure thing, and the dying back a blessing come to all.
Categories:
summer(a), mountains, music, rain, spring,
Form:
Verse
Just some scribbles of thoughts - the mentally ill, the elderly, children, homeless pets, and even we can be - sometimes even in a crowd...
He was always dancing, no matter the time,
a smile and a bow to whoever walked by,
then a skip and a hop and a diddly bop -
a spin, a grin, then another bow.
I watched him once when no one was around;
he just looked at the ground and stared.
Whenever we drove by the lady down the lane;
she always had a polite wave if she noticed us passing.
One day on a walk, I stopped to talk -
she cheerfully beamed about her garden
and the beautiful day, but then she paused and said,
"Sorry, I must go and see my love...
who doesn't know me anymore...
but I still know him".
In the summer, a boy walked by every day,
tossing a ball into his glove
on the way to the park; shortly after
he would come back down the street,
his head a little lower.
I asked, "Aren't you gonna play?"
"They already got a game" was always his answer,
but one day he said, "Wanna play some catch?"
I knew right where my old glove was -
everyone needs a friend, even me.
Dave was a sad old coot, over in the corner,
barely glancing as I walked through the shelter.
I couldn't leave without him,
so Dave came home with me that day.
My friends thought Dave was a strange name for a dog
but after four years they thought Dave
was a better name for a dog than a person -
they all went with me when we said goodbye.
When everyone went home that night
the house was very empty...
Categories:
summer(a), loneliness,
Form:
Narrative
Summer, even the word is glorious
It lathers the tongue
like oil
glistening on sun toned skin
Summer, just the thought is radiant
White hot images of pink sand
are cooled
only by mist of sea foam salt
Summer, a sensual buffet of delights
Beach breeze tinted with coconut
carries the
joyous chatter of laughter and frolic
Summer is glorious
Categories:
summer(a), how i feel, imagery,
Form:
Free verse
Immanent, at the heart of blood of the One who made
Me, I am part of the great I am, the flesh and bone of His
Magnificent creation. As concrete as the firmament of earth,
And as solid as the moon and stars that exist in the sky.
Nascent as the first rose of summer and first newborn child
Every fiber of my body is connected with tissue and brain.
New to this interplanetary home I often exist alone,
Transcending the overpass of life sometimes, go beyond.
Yet the lessons I have learned in this lifetime have been slow
Eager to experience the comforting light of the au de la,
To a higher order I have entrusted my journey towards home.
Transcending time and space I fly towards the Universal hub of
Reincarnation, checking my Akashic records and knowing that my
Algorithms have been installed in me long before I was born.
No greater joy on earth than moving upward and beyond, in a
Sacred manner. I breathe in, hold my breath, then breathe out
Climbing up the invisible ladder of spiritual success and
Enlightenment. All of His philosophical teachings given through
Nacre moments of pure intent. Like the Mother of Pearl when the
Dharma wheel turns I follow its winding path, without push I
Ease into the shift and become one with the Omnipotent Light.
Nascent as the first rose of summer, a first newborn child,
Trusting I will be well received, on the other side....
Categories:
summer(a), appreciation, spiritual, strength,
Form:
Acrostic
The torrential rains
Poured into September with a vengeance
As the black clouds were driven in
By autumn winds,
Giving summer a sudden farewell.
Crushing my fading petunias
As the leaves along the dike
Were painted all shades of gold
And pushed to the sodden ground.
Categories:
summer(a), autumn, nature, rain, seasons,
Form:
Free verse
Peach and mango, nature's sweet embrace,
In taste, they share a harmonious space,
Juicy, succulent, with flavors that chase,
A fruity symphony, a delightful grace.
In the orchard's shade, beneath the sun's warm kiss,
I savor ripe mangos, pure tropical bliss.
With skin so tender, hues of yellow and gold,
A story of summer, a tale to be told.
Alfonzo, the king of the lot,
With golden flesh, a taste so hot,
Juicy nectar, a fragrant pot,
In mango's realm, it hits the spot.
Kent, with its skin so green and smooth,
A tropical delight, a real behoove,
Sweet and luscious, it'll make you groove,
In mango feasts, it finds its groove.
The seed at the center, I won't cast away,
It's a part of this mango's story today.
With lips to the core, I suck on that stone,
Extracting every bit, not a morsel alone.
The seed, it holds memories too,
Of the mango's seedling journey, the rain and the dew.
I savor it all, from the flesh to the pit,
Each bite, each drop, in this moment, I commit.
Categories:
summer(a), fruit,
Form:
Rhyme
A Summer Couplet
When an April shower becomes a summer breeze
Giant sunflowers will kiss your knees
Contest: LOVIN' SUMMER: A Summer Couplet
Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich
Categories:
summer(a), summer,
Form:
Couplet
Written in the late 1970's
Updated on June 12, 2012
In the summer, a zebra exclaimed,
"That sweaty lion can keep his mane!
It's a pain 'round his neck
When he's hotter than heck.
My white stripes will reflect the sun's rays!"
Categories:
summer(a), animals, funny,
Form:
Limerick
J anuary's cold makes December feel like spring!
A lways wanting it to be warm, but left yearning
C ause the ice and snow in the beginning
K eeps me excited, but depression starts winning
F or winter although beautiful, is far too long
R eminders of summer a distant memory now
O nly Jack Frost is now on patrol
S lowly, oh so slowly he releases control
T hen the frozen wasteland, yields to spring again.
For Shadow Hamilton's Jack Frost contest.
December 03, 2015
Categories:
summer(a), december, depression, january, nature,
Form:
Acrostic
The feather beds are a string of mountains near where I live, famous for its raised bog lands, where my father and his brothers cut turf for many years. In spring / summer a wild cotton flower blooms giving the mountains their name.
In youths embrace I walked in mountains,
My father’s steps I tried to follow.
He led the way from town to wilderness
And there it was my soul he freed.
Windswept hills of raised bog and peregrine,
Swooped winds flared the will of the wisp.
Cotton top flowers waved their white clouds,
Beckoning me, to loose myself in awe.
Slain and sod, man and muscle worked as one,
Bright Heather draped the hills a regal hue.
Bracken fronds greened the soil of spring.
Larks and curlew cries hung upon the air.
As my father shushed us to silence and embrace,
His wonderland of peace.
At seasons turn and Bracken colours fade,
Gorse and heather flair their restful hues.
Sheep saunter through with heads bowed,
They slowly leave the mountain once again.
The feather beds dim as clouds dip low and veil.
And silence flees before winter wind and rain
In adults disgrace I left the mountains,
My father’s steps hard to follow.
Still longing to find the way of wilderness
To free my soul once again and be with him.
Categories:
summer(a), childhood, dad, growing up,
Form:
Free verse
Symbols and sigils flood the forebrain as I walk through the metal and wired glass doors. With an whoosh of air, they close as if mocking the breath I had held in too long. Fear beaded in the sweat on my upper lip. What had once been the blissful gold-tinged vessel of apple blossom days had now turned into the hollow boned reality of a Dali summer, a loveless leaden pit of dread. Constant incessant sobbing, gagging, rocking did little to quell the practice’s belief that I was deranged.
parents watch
through the window:
paper cup pills
He was bald, and full of hmmm’s, nodding as I babbled. A seventies summer started with first love in a hayfield, ended in a heroin fright. The local quack had assured me it was all a communist plot to overtake the youth of America. Really, one should never tell their parents the truth. They certainly hadn’t checked in with their brains when their seed and egg mixed a proclivity for alcoholism with a dollop of bipolar mania. “Ahhh, hmmmm,” The Doctor said. “Two weeks rest should do you fine.”
First Published in Tincture Journal, Australia April 2014
Categories:
summer(a), betrayal,
Form:
Haibun
Summer sight
Ripples of the river, in addition, current of the slope
And canoe's shake, ahead lover's smiley face
Foam like milky run, sprinkles of icy flakes
Scatters of cold drops, and sprinters of river's
Funniest on earth I was the monarch in the moment
Greenery of the bank, chirps of the birds
Fisherman's' net in cold water, hung baits in the strings
Livelihood for life how to celebrate remembering events.
Different case, separate face, writing poems in open space
Blue water on wade, ship's glade on that, mind blowing taste
Different tongues, hands on waists, berets on heads
Blue pace on space, thin white rope of jetliner's trace
On sky, blue ocean far and wide no boundary limitless
Lines of poetry were heading on, no wish for ends
Far from bank, in mid of sea, a bird on mast how it came!
Patches of clouds, below of sun, seems gliders from heaven
Smiling face, touched my heart, as bliss landed from heaven
Response from there, dignified the heart, add more line of poem
In one corner, the day of summer, a sight of humor was on
Two shadows of beau and lassie,was erecting as if pillar one
Drawing eyes of gentlemen and ladies inadvertently to them
The day was bright, guys in that, imbibing fun of summer season
Dance of sharks, delights of dolphins, far in sea reminisce remained.
Categories:
summer(a), blue, fun, love, poems,
Form:
Blank verse