Summer Hyperbole Poems | Examples
These Summer Hyperbole poems are examples of Hyperbole poems about Summer. These are the best examples of Hyperbole Summer poems written by international poets.
A SUMMER JUXTAPOSITION)
Wow…90 degrees!
Suddenly, white clouds...dark blue:
Then, steaming rain falls
alley cats screeching
summer breezes waft the sounds
~ as if castrated
Trees are indifferent to worldviews so am I
Just growing is the only aim I follow
Life is a ritual I thoroughly comply
Until the hour comes to visit heavens hollow
Extremes of weather is my genuine concern
I’m sorting memories in search of something new
Including streets, where my illusions should be gone
But they return, and one of them reminds of you
My sunny streets are cleaned with recent rain
Trees are the ancient gods of summer in my book
I borrowed bronze to paint your proud face again
Now need to add more shadows to your look.
An astonishing use of words,
Penned by writers from best schools,
Making writer sage, clown, or fool.
Exaggeration! Oh! Yes. Yes.
Exaggeration! Oh! Uh. Huh.
Went down to the muddy river;
The muddy river was bone dry.
Frogs were having a big fish fry!
Exaggeration! Oh! Yes. Yes.
Exaggeration! Oh! Uh. Huh.
Went to the nation’s capital;
In the Congress what did I see?
Dems had joined the G O P!
Exaggeration! Oh! Yes. Yes.
Exaggeration! Oh! Uh. Huh.
Went across the arid desert,
On a blazing hot summer night.
Snake was frozen in block of ice.
Exaggeration! Oh! Yes. Yes.
Exaggeration! Oh! Uh. Huh.
Went to the beautiful ocean;
Had a stroke of beginner’s luck.
Saw crabs doing butterfly stroke.
Exaggeration! Oh! Yes. Yes.
Exaggeration! Oh! Uh. Huh.
To go beyond bounds can twist truth.
To overstate can warp the mind.
Fact and fiction intertwined.
Exaggeration! Oh! Yes. Yes.
Exaggeration! Oh! Uh. Huh.
Fact and fiction can by design,
Oft trigger dynamic friction,
Truth and fiction can test the mind,
Both tools of the wordsmith’s diction.
Nature's divided into four seasons
each eye-catching in a similar way
and yet, different for many reasons.
Winter's crystalline beauty carries sway
but She is both barren and deathly cold
with a hollowed-out heart of papier-mache.
Spring’s spectacle slowly breaks Winter’s hold
accompanied by a moist April breeze
She showers snowdrops as petals unfold.
Summer is known for Her emerald trees
dandelions, coleslaw, a picnic spread
grasshoppers, hummingbirds, and honeybees.
Autumn colors the leaves in shades of red
scarlet, crimson, puce, orange, and yellow
weaving a fitting shroud for Summer’s dead.
Together they keep the planet mellow
each a fine-tuned string on Nature's cello.
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Spring dapples the land in all shades of green,
as life germinates in a seed or bean.
And wildflowers add color to the scene;
flaunting exotic pigments, rarely seen.
Summer paints sunsets pink and tangerine,
while mosquitoes swarm a rusty door screen.
And the air smells of ozone, fresh and clean,
after thunderstorms and lightning convene.
Autumn harvest, leaves empty fields to glean,
barren rows scar the land where crops had been.
And like a hallmark card: all looks serene;
colored leaves scattered across the ravine.
Winter winds buff snow to a polished sheen;
while whiteouts and blizzards become routine.
And the sun shines so bright, you'll need sunscreen
to sculpt a snowman or ice figurine.
A saffron sun sinks into
a sea of aquamarine.
And chartreuse shadows slip-slide
between frothy waves of white.
Night's ebony fingers dip
into the coral waters.
And Sol paints shades of crimson
upon pale lavender clouds.
Tangerine moonbeams gather
like fairies in the darkness.
And silhouettes trap color,
storing each pigment in black.
A watermelon sunset
marks the start of Sol's descent.
And lilac-scented breezes
tickle the leaves till they laugh.
Like a slippery shadow,
darkness spreads over the land.
And dusk unveils twinkling stars;
adding grandeur to the night.
I can see it in your eyes:
Autumn Leaf in Paradise,
and I fear for all the trees
full of stupid theories
about never-ending summer
while The Big Hand holds a hammer
above all fragility
and I wonder if you see
Autumn Leaf in Paradise
softly glowing in my eyes
like an answer and a seal
in the last tree on the hill.
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