Metaphor Summer Poems | Examples
These Metaphor Summer poems are examples of Summer poems about Metaphor. These are the best examples of Summer Metaphor poems written by international poets.
to relive this place
the perfection of summer
absolute blue skies
crickets cheering bel cantos
spark birds plugging for lawn grubs
remain in warm suns
obedient girasols
leave darkness behind
A Mid-Summer Cosmic Awareness Cry
The blue sky’s white clouds, once happy, became weary;
Tears flowed slowly down until a blinking loud outburst occurred:-
Following this occurrence, cloud teardrops began to fall faster;
And later, it was like those clouds’ eyes became turned facets:-
After a while, these flowing tears gradually came to a dampening halt;
Light blue sky, white clouds, and a brighter sun, all made their return:-
Wow! On this beautiful summer day, nature canvassed a streaming
Equally as beautiful as were the past days of the revered spring rains.
Such amazing awareness it is, how nature canvases the oneness
Of summer and spring’s allegorical messaging of resurrection.
A SUMMER BALLET
In shade and cool winds,
tree green leaves and pink flowers,
joyfully ballet:-
noon’s furnace: asphalt shimmers; air—thick, slow—
cracks open. cicadas drill through stagnant gold.
a sprinkler’s hiccup-hiss: the pavement’s glow
un/curls in steam. the hydrant’s shout: uncontrolled.
children shriek!—a liquid burst of now,
popsicle rivers bleed; knuckles—sticky, green—
cling to handlebars. shadows stretch: thin, lean
across chain-link. each blade of grass—laid down—
bakes. but dusk? a match-strike: fireflies!—
the yard exhales jasmine; stars prick the bruised eaves—
porch swings gasp. the melted things—still writhing—
pool in gutters: chalk suns, lemon peels, dreams.
the silence hums. even time—soft, unspooled—
beads on your neck. and summer? stays. but cooled.
A SUMMER JUXTAPOSITION)
Wow…90 degrees!
Suddenly, white clouds...dark blue:
Then, steaming rain falls
grains in sunglasses,
one pops with enthusiasm—
too much heat to chill.
golden husks aglow,
laughter pops beneath the sun,
waves applaud the show.
SUMMER RAIN
God cried today
His tears fertilizing
The womb of
Mother Earth:
The wet smell
Of nature’s essence
Saturated the air
As moist breeze blew
Breath of new life
Into dried hopes
Wilted in despair:-
The rainy season
Of life has begun:
Maybe love’s peace
Will hollow her footprints
In the canvassing mud:-
The summer breeze lapped at my hair
Firmly yet gently lifting each strand
The warm caress of the sun
Brought happiness to my weeping skin
My lips parted as laughter
Freely trickled down my chin
My eyes lit a beaming path for my feet
As I began my evening walk
Abruptly I tripped and fell
Soberly I looked around
For the object of my humility
And found myself gazing into my own eyes
I had tripped and fallen over myself
Fighting to regain a composure
That proved to be elusive
I stood and faced myself
As I continued my evening walk
I love the winter, the way it whirls my breath
Away; reminds me I am alive, there's hope.
I love the ferns bejeweled in snow, the heath
As it patterns our legs, walking forest-roads.
I love the spring, that washes snow away,
Brings flowers, strong roots, fragile and pale-
Seeming. I love the summer, storm-blaze
Lazy lightning, theater of stars, golden corn
That nourishes body and soul. Yet much more
I love my friend, Artemis-twin, born
Under the weight of July, dice against the score,
Surviving, with lightning bolt in her spine.
Her autumn rain, soft and healing, but strong,
Metallic purple dancing in wind-song.
The Petal is a bud
That opens to a bloom
It blossoms with the Sun
On Summer afternoons
When Climate freezes Day
It’s easier for Men
To know why Petals wither
– Theirs to understand
But when Summer is at hand
And Noon upon the Day
Men can but exclaim
With unconcealed dismay
When the blooming flower
Folds and fades away
But for Frost within the root
And Chill within the stem
– These cannot be ascertained
By Petal or by Man
.
'long the river bed
on the edge
that pretty stream
trickling
such the soft
sound
each little
ripple
her tresses
flapping
it's
brisk
our first meet
the river
rocks
A summer rain falling,
Fierce winds blowing hard;
Ping-pong hale pounding:-
Shortly thereafter,
The rain and wind are no more;
Sun's back...thunder roars:-
Nature can be weird,
Sharing her thunderstrom treats
On a summer day
A stretched gloaming tethers creation in a
daystar's wake ... askew parts The Old Guitarist
ebbing lambent stars strung to a yarn of spring ...
'Tis the volley of calendrical crasis
poised to a youthful Einstein that subtracts from
the sum and substance whence summer makes a splash ...
The advent of an enchanting star dulls a
chant that the Khanate only stains upon its
Golden Horde smolders beneath befriending clouds ...
A whiff that slights Aurelius' bearings yet
still trifles a chalk absence to the presence
of cheese that embellishes the languid tracing ...
The shallow space of bards decreed a crowning
flock of teary favoring san tissues of
lissome verdancy choral ode vibrant charms ...
Worshipped effervescent microscopic dew
bringing into being just one bell prayers
bearing fruits of promise in globule water ...
Petrichor emanates to a hoverance
wisp claim as wandering brevity stands still
amidst a sonder of souls ventured threshold ...
Gold beams glimpsed a bevy coup of a vast crest
as the dripping stalled in evaporating
stares chase a clinked rainbow flaunts with ... creation.
Sun’s out time to smoke my weed
No time to plant stupid seeds
I grow my belly
My tongue likes jelly
My eyes cry out from high speeds.