Summer Imagery Poems

heart ~ a wild collage
of gold-smeared skies
pressed within 
       oil-washed layers
of breathing
       ...

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Suzie lived next door to Tom, and their families were the best of friends;
Like toffee clouds, chasing rainbows, once the blue storm wildly spends!

Tom and...

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Ralph Waldo Emerson: "Nature always wears the colors of the spirit."

Star-speckled galaxies nestled in indigo stratospheres transform
Into a plethora of pastel hues, painting the canva...

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As sunlight paints all in gold
A cresting wave 
Along a distant bay
Gulls cry high into a clear sky

Its tyrannical son burns all away.
Summer has come
What...

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Violet Smith lived in Center Kingdom. Her neighbors were Jack and Jill;
Like orange sun, of a pink morning, when it's just peeking over blue hills.

With...

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Are my thoughts too loud,
Does the breeze of my breath graze your skin in the heat of summer?
And my hands cling too tightly that your...

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a crisp chill fills the early morning air  
      dew drops periodically appear on the 
   ...

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Cosmic dust carpets the night sky
Like glittering snow blanketing billowing pine trees,
Captivating our deepest thoughts.

Inner monologues break their dams,
Flooding our consciousness with fleeting questions—
Of what...

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          down 
the desiccated spine 
          of...

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Stardust blankets lacrimosa skies,
a requiem of times gone by.
The taste of late summer nights still lingers on bittersweet lips,
yet somehow, now, it’s become stale—like blue...

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Mark Allen was ten years old, and his favorite things were trains;
Like teal moments after the storm, when colorful beauty remains.

Mark had a shiny, toy...

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Good morning blue sky
You hold my dreams
In morning light

Oh play your song
Of melodies
Your velvet touch
Enticing me

Of warmth and love
High above
I drift in dream
To feel your...

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As the Autumn falls
The jays sing
A melody -a tale the old wives would sing 
While the sun fills the sky dripping
With gold as honey to...

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Crystallized dew drops scatter across vines in winter,
while I can feel the harsh grip of the season reaching for my throat,
slithering ever closer, bitter air...

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Trigger Warning: This poem deals with themes of self-harm. Please read with care.
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my skin felt like a blank canvas 
every time they faded.
i felt empty
my...

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