Summer Quatrain Poems | Examples
These Summer Quatrain poems are examples of Quatrain poems about Summer. These are the best examples of Quatrain Summer poems written by international poets.
We met each other in the midst of summer.
Our hearts slowly became closer and closer.
We realized within past three months' time
Our minds see what we have is so sublime.
We first met each other mentally online,
Our hearts recognized how we are divine.
We reciprocated feelings of longing, craving.
Our minds filled with thoughts so loving.
We will spend this year's autumn together.
Our hearts' infatuation becoming deeper.
We'll soothe each other whenever we weep.
Our minds see through each other so deep.
We will see if we shall last past the winter.
Our hearts making our love all the stronger.
We'll hug one last time if you have to leave.
Our minds need to have faith and believe.
A tree twinkles one summer night
Fireflies turn on the evening light
Without sorrows, without wrinkles
One summer night, a tree twinkles
The flashes rule the dark shadows
Without wrinkles, without sorrows
Delightful view, distant from fuel
The dark shadows, the flashes rule
In gentle air, away from blue
Distant from fuel, delightful view
These bugs display lightning fun flare
Away from blue in gentle air
Lightweight lanterns, near quiet quay
Lightning fun flare, these bugs display
Spark ignited as mangrove burns
Near quiet quay, lightweight lanterns
On the shore sun tanner's bathing
Boating people, passing; waving
Seashell looking- children explore
Sun tanner's bathing on the shore
Summertime house rental booking
Children explore- seashell looking
Sipping sea breezes with my spouse
Rental booking summertime house
Kids licking flavored ice freezes
With my spouse sipping sea breezes
Having fun when the sun is ticking
flavored ice freezes- kids licking
Spending my summer in the sun
When the clock is ticking, having fun
No way can this be a bummer
In the sun spending my summer
Cherries stain her fingers bright,
Deep and dark as midnight wine.
She pops them slow between her lips,
Her smile lazy, soft, divine.
The window's cracked to summer air,
The city sighing, fast asleep.
She smokes and laughs, her lashes low,
Her secrets folded warm and deep.
The cigarette burns slow and thin,
Forgotten in her careless hand;
I lean to kiss the cherry taste
And feel her breathing where I stand.
Her teeth are gentle on my skin,
Her lips a quiet, glowing spark;
She bites, she soothes, she bites again—
The night is soft, the hour dark.
The clock has stilled, the world is far,
Just cherry pits and curling smoke.
The moon is pale against the glass,
And every kiss a promise spoke.
We stay until the sky turns gray,
Our shoulders bare, our feet entwined,
And every cherry, every kiss,
Is sweet and slow and wholly mine.
I didn’t plant that garden tree
But thinking, I just let it be
I knew I should have cut it out
But felt within to let it sprout
And so, as seasons came and went
I pruned this tree, its bole I bent
Around the gable of my shed
But left the limbs above my head
The years passed by and I grew old
I hated heat and shunned the cold
My garden work became a chore
As summer days my patience wore
But resting underneath that tree
Allowed me time to watch and see
The beauty of my garden wrought
And all the neighbored friends it brought
A bunny comes to taste my beets
While shaded so, I rest my feet
A bumble-bee’s contralto thrum;
A promise of much more to come
Badgers, robins, the house finch red
All come with hopes of being fed
And I, too tired to wield my hoe,
Am glad I let that elm tree grow.
All this summer day, my love and I
have reveled in our beach’s sweet view.
We’ve watched sea gulls soaring in the sky
and we’ve splashed inside the sea so blue.
We’ve jumped some waves and strolled in the sand,
It feels so warm underneath our feet
as we walk holding each other’s hand.
I turn to you and meet your eyes so sweet.
You kiss me now, and my breath you steal.
I do not think I could love you more.
We look far out. Oh, what joy I feel.
"A crimson sky breaks the distant shore."
The glow of morning casts its radiance
A warm palette of illumination
Sunbeams spear the pastel pink clouds
Blazing its golden impact, the hot summer sun
The sky a misty veil of blue
Grass sways like a chorus of emeralds
The breeze carries its whispers of yesterday
Softly unveiling its gentle sound
The heat of summer slowly unfurls its dark petals
Sweat glides down my spine like a sluggish flame
Lost within the starry tapestry, a tiny thread in its vast weave
Melting into the infinite sky of darkness
Thunder resonates its deep, earthy pulse
An intense vibration felt deep within my bones
Boundlessly permeating its echo
Across the vast expanse of the sky
A force of energy transcends its beauty
Electric serpents sizzle and flicker across the sky
Quenched by the rain drops that glisten their renewal
Wrapping me within a celestial connection
Soap bubbles float through August
breeze
as children sneak in hushed delight, where fables reel 'neath maple trees
to glide away like jewels bright.
Now listen...elves and wizards hop
their peek-a-boos enhancing games
in dreamy land where stars eavesdrop;
creating tricks with playful names.
Here, fancy of new summer rings
when kiddies dance, "let bubbles flow",
while clear froths pop through dusk which
sings
before day ends their treat, aglow!
Silent summer turns to autumn
Green trees red and gold
Abandon nests of mud and grasses
Lie crumbling in the cold
The warm blue sky, now gray and white
Boils and rolls in loathsome spite
While in my heart I feel such sorrow
And scorn the Gods' ungodly might
In a cellar damp with darkness
Lying lifeless like a loon
Taken from some vagrant alter
On a bitter autumn afternoon
I drink the wine made out of water
Eat the bread the faithful bring
And still all sorrows past and present
Fail to bring my heart to sing
So I grasp to fell that terror
The fear that was the child of doubt
I look within my rage, my ranting
To dare to find an accolade
But a sweetness from past dreaming
Seeps on through my vanquished veins
As I wait in vacant doorways
Lost forever in my dreams
Too swiftly climbs the rising sun
Too soon a heart must weep
And nothing but the gates of hell
Can cast the soul to sleep
written - Aug 5, 2024
Hot And Cold
Miracle Man
7/31/2024
August will most surely bring us some scorch,
prompting this old dog to remain inside.
Perhaps a short visit to the front porch,
but whatever comes I'll take it in stride.
Each year I gladly suffer the swelter,
just to reap the fringe benefits of fall.
Time has elapsed from the old storm shelter,
the wind quickly turns brisk and Snow Geese call.
The leaves start to turn and soon start falling,
which creates raking chores that must be done.
Which never strikes me as too enthralling,
but at raking time I'll not be the one.
Your looks to carry your first impression:
Your dresses ! Onlookers to appreciate.
It is said ‘ Choose food on own decision,
but select dresses on choice of associates.’
Your looks to lie on eyes of beholder.
Dress must fit well and also to look nice.
To tailor or give ready made order,
priority : how you look, not the price.
Several dresses, my closet to hold
uniforms, traditional, or casual
for summer, rainy season or the cold,
fashionable, formal, occasional.
I choose dress to look smart and elegant.
suitable, if made for an occasion.
Selection of dress ! Very important.
Dress to advertise my first impression.
I wear all types of dresses : typical
Bengali and North or South Indian
Assamese, also morning walk special.
Even feel free in some dresses : Western.
India - born, me specific Bengalee.
USA : my second home more or less.
I feel comfort in Jeans-Top, in Saree.
Long skirt -blouse : my most favourite dress .
The trees clap hands as the birds gaily sing
The hope and joy that the new day will bring.
The redwing blackbird in the cattails hymns.
The fish keeps beat time as it jumps and swims.
Above clouds swim past in an ocean blue.
The sun warms the green grass and melts the dew.
The honeybees whiz past on their business
Passing by flowers in their accismus.
It is a good day to drift in the grass
And watch dainty butterflies as they pass.
Out in the tall grass the grasshoppers buzz.
The wind blows past the dandelion fuzz.
I remove the stalk of grass from my teeth
And dozing, pillow my head on the heath.
I have not a care in the world it seems
And my mind is only filled with good dreams.
Tepid rain drips upon flowers.
June feels cold with all these showers.
Sunset descends, as twilight dips.
Upon flowers, tepid rain drips.
I feel afraid, numb from the cold.
It feels like summer is on hold.
As thunder and lightning cascade,
numb from the cold, I feel afraid.
Ears crave to hear her soothing tone.
She's the queen to my kingdom's throne.
In her embrace, heart has no fear.
Her soothing tone, ears crave to hear.
Just like the moon, glowing at night,
in darkness her love provides light.
In bright shades we form a festoon,
glowing at night just like the moon.
Oh cruel fate, gift me a glance,
her lips have left me in a trance.
I feel blind without my soulmate.
Gift me a glance, oh cruel fate.
Summer Quatrains – Swap Quatrains 6-19-24
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Summer Quatrains
Silk ribbons of ice melt into wellsprings
With jubilant serenades, heartfelt,
Frozen heartbeats freed from rime flow on wings
Into wellsprings silk ribbons of ice melt.
The brooding nimbus bows to solstice’ clouds
Dandelion days doze in clover now
As the Dayspring moon chants reveries out loud
To solstice’ clouds the brooding nimbus bows.
The rumpled season rides on wings of change,
Dancing in the ether where dreams abide,
Somersaults o’re a wishing star’s exchange
On wings of change the rumpled season rides.
In summer’s sunlight winter’s rose arises
Past the melancholy veils of dark starlight
Opens silky buds, rapture’s surprises,
Winter’s rose arises in summer sunlight.
Have you ever felt the kiss on your skin from the sun?
But felt it so deep down to your soul
Everything in life feels more enjoyable and fun
And even through stress you feel whole
I lay awake at night and just think
about the path I’m on and choices made
How long now I haven’t craved a drink
Since I felt drowned in a dark shade
I feel the wind brush my face and sting my eyes
I think of you and can’t help but smile
And reminisce of the scars on my thighs
And hope I stay like this for a while
I still have my moments of weakness
But we’re all human when alls said and done
Yearning for my own angel of venus
Beauty incarnate; like the ever setting sun
To be loved, held and cherished
By my self and by others all I need
Till the one day I may perish
Starting anew; a fresh planted seed