They were lazy, sunny Saturdays, and looking a lot like summer.
They were the times of tea and roses, of porch swings in motion,
They walked barefoot in hot sand, amid turquoise wave thunder,
When red sun streaked its colors, painting skies, with devotion.
They were the times of tea and roses, of porch swings in motion,
As vivid woodpeckers, crickets and bees, joined the dusky band,
When red sun streaked its colors, painting skies, with devotion.
They were days of polka dot and striped flowers, in grasslands.
As vivid woodpeckers, crickets and bees, joined the dusky band,
Green fireflies flickered and disappeared, through lovely hours.
They were days of polka dot and striped flowers, in grasslands;
And the pink butterflies of rich surprise, delighted sunlit hours.
Green fireflies flickered and disappeared, through lovely hours.
They walked barefoot in hot sand, amid turquoise wave thunder;
And the pink butterflies of rich surprise, delighted sunlit hours.
They were lazy, sunny Saturdays, and looking a lot like summer.
a hot summer's day
birds love playing in the lake
swimming and singing
Licorice lips sweet soft and thick
I close brown eyes making a wish
A wish for passion hot and red raw
Mixing old fashion despite fuchsia flaw
You peel my soul like a summer orange
Thrill of clothes falling does no harm
This kiss you give sends me to space
Layers to it on my body and my face
I see in your heart of amethyst love
Something I can’t get enough of
Your character calms me despite storm
Winning my mind, heart, keeping me warm
Hope I'm the only one you call beb
Every time you go to bed
Keep it low-key with them blues
Or listen to my lyrical bars
You Promised to be my only
I go keep it a hundred with you bae
You pretty thick with some big booty
I love everything 'bout your body
Go put on your bikini
Lemme take you out to the beach
Bang you hard from the bay
With no sweeting in its coastal breeze
surviving_pawn
If being pretty were a crime, you’d already be behind the bars
Because angels look at their reflection and wish they had your smile
And I’m not sentimental, but to you I must confess:
I’ve waited ages to find someone whose beauty can compare
If my poems were eulogies, you’d be nothing short of dead
Because not romanticizing you would be lying to myself
And how could I not when you give me those eyes?
The look that makes me think that burning can feel fine
If hell is real, maybe we’ll meet there again
Because if being heavenly was a sin, that’s where you’d be sent
And if to love you is to be doomed, then save me a seat in the flames
Because I wouldn’t mind going if it meant I’d meet you there
Your love is as welcome as a gentle summer breeze,
Feeling its depth brings me to my knees.
It's as soothing as a massage at the end of a long day,
Yet intriguing and exciting in its own way.
For lasting an eternity is that for which I pray,
Its many manifestations are on daily display.
It gives me such joy, its aim is to please,
And warms my soul during winter's cold freeze.
I’m a lovesick puppy dog.
Torn between “wet behind the ears” and growing into maturity.
Much like the process of drying fruit, if done properly, it gives the substance more flavor.
If
Done
Properly
And it begs many questions,
Makes me open my eyes and look into the less obvious.
I’m not at all surprised by the loss of my breath,
Not from anticipation, but from the catch in my chest.
It says, “You’re caught.”
It says, “Sit tight.”
I choose to find beauty in the unknown and uncertain.
And I have a feeling that what’s going to happen.. is just starting to begin.
when it's time for love we sit out on the balcony
in the bewitching quiet of the midnight air
a sublime summer fragrance drifts about
under a moon flashing her charming pout
it's a hush that entices beyond compare
as a backdrop to love on the outskirt of reality
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Summer nearly gone
The past only mere whispers
Love echoes linger
Rippling down the mountainside
flows a clean blue Alpine stream
Bubbling o'er the valley floor
like an image from a dream
Horses grazing in the grass
song birds singing from the trees
Butterflies flitting about
floating on a summer breeze
Wisps of clouds drifting along
a bright sun hangs in the sky
casting a shade from the trees
to where two young lovers lie
Hand in hand they make their plan
a future so bright and gay
All the world is in their arms
this heavenly day in May
Perhaps in all the moments
that's ever been known to man
T'was never one more serene
than this painting from God's hand
We had
met and conversed,
a rapport on first sight-
a chance meeting to a life's time
delight
that
Summer
evening silken,
long..an encounter of
initiations together
explored
as
Desire
welled within-
words became a promise
so sublime,to love now and for
all time.
a rose will always be a rose
but so much prettier in pink
and gently brushed against your lips
AP: 2nd place 2025, Front Page Pick 2024
Under summer’s rain, we smiled in God’s showers.
Aqueous, holy, droplets, baptized our warm bodies
We, two, were satisfied, tall,sensual, love towers.
Honesty, wholeness, integrity, nothing shoddy.
**********
Decades disappeared like a surpise, summer storm.
Look deep in my eyes, for you, they are eternally starry.
Reaching across the bed, sensual you, now all gone.
Memories of you, remain, bright and forever incendiary!
3/22/2023
I loved him in a Summer's breeze,
though Summer ripened into Fall.
His Winter arms, a cooler squeeze,
a chill became an April squall.
A season's moment left ungrasped.
I thought of love, but love is blind.
Its daydreams easily unclasped.
Untended, quickly they unwind.
He left in Summer, with no glance;
his mythful "white horse" ran away.
My heart, he nicked with paper lance.
I can't recall his face today.
Promises penned in Summer's air
are lost as they waft everywhere.
March 20, 2023
for "A Simple Poetry Contest" poetry contest
by John Lawless
summer embrace
beneath their own blue sky
deep in the meadow
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