Summer Free Verse Poems

Mother, father are weeping
Because the heavens didn’t send their heart a soul
The wind, their house is breaking
And the morning is very cold

Outside they find
With the...

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Sight
It’s the hush before sunrise breaking loose—
lemon light spilling through the slats,
a field of dandelions laughing
into the sky’s blue face.
It’s the color children use
when they...

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She taught her fury to dance on the edge of the abyss, hating like a silent storm,
I always thought it would pass like a cloud...

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in the corner
of a blanched bungalow 
sits a self-portrait: 
loose bantu knots 
the color of volcanic ash 
her living nightmare 
   it was...

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I live in Toronto
For 46 years now
This is the city I love
I don't want to leave Toronto
For my
Birth city
There is nothing there for me
Also Toronto...

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hannah’s song

with cotton clouds above her
and yellow daisies at her feet
she danced to a quiet sonnet
of freedom

hands outstretched 
and palms towards the heavens
her blonde hair...

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My town is a very friendly city,
Filled with great music and attractive art. 
Long, dirt roads surrounded with great Pine Trees
An incredible Air Force base...

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As the smiles in the cloud brighten,
    a cloudburst of joy
  sends gentle kisses on our rooftops,
pouring down clouded tears—
 ...

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"Aankhein aesi, jaise aakash ganga mein behte taarein.
(Eyes rivalling the river of stars in the sky)
 Muskaan aesi, maano suraj ki kirano ko bunn ke...

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Our caps flew like confetti.
Thank god I customized mine.
I'll keep it as a memento of all-nighters,
friendships formed in the academic trenches,
dismissive professors and group-project-tortures.

This isn’t...

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I  d r
  e a
   m  away
from the golden-laced drapes,
tracing smoke-veiled cloudscapes,
reminiscing rainbow reveries,
raining with musical laughter,
mirroring the sun within
...

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for only a day


once, so long ago,
we ran through plowed fields,
barely missing sharp glass fragments 
and jagged rocks
and never missing opportunities 
to laugh and stumble...

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i swear june dew has a smell
the smell of summer at my door
the smell of freedom
that first day school is out

the smell of realizing
i get...

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after fifteen years
of empty decisions,
the mirror shows
a blonde again
and i don’t recognize her
but i call my dad anyway.

he picks up with
that tired hum
and when i...

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When I was a little boy
I used to make
Sandcastles in the sand
Every day
During the Summer
Also I have travel to many places
Before but none was like
Peggy's...

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