Summers Poems - Poems about Summers

...We don’t put away our boots and coats. Here in Michigan. Instead, we close our eyes and feel a soft presence. We jerk awake, in our hammocks. To a dream of cold snow. But it was just a dandelion......Read the rest...

...They say a lifetime is a year But I've lived through may seasons Winters so harsh and lonely That I can not breath. Pursued by shards of ice at every turn - Ominous autumn with their East winds......Read the rest...

...Beneath the veil of twilight, time lets its shadow fall, It trickles like quicksilver through the unseen hourglass, The silent ticking follows us, we, the children of earth, Try to halt it with th......Read the rest...

... Spring is the best time of the year for this old crabapple tree. Winters are too lonely and summers too hot. Autumn is nice but people prefer the lake or forest trails. But spring always brings vis......Read the rest...

...Your indifference is the abandoned torch that scours old bridges, Hiding in shadows the echoes of each tremulous and cold step. Your wounds, coppery reliefs that lure me dishonorably, Urge me to e......Read the rest...

... Forgotten field of forever I knew you once . . . in daffodil days when I wandered in wisteria ways. Sprightly I skipped and rarely tripped. Hope really did spring eternal then in the spring o......Read the rest...

... Velvet wings of brown, blue and ebon midnight hue farfalla butterflies that soar close to magic colugos spring is here hanging in with wonder, life renews as the sun shines soft, from here......Read the rest...

...The mirror reflects a lifetime etched upon my skin; a canvas of stories whispered through maturity. I stand before it, middle-aged and exposed, my nakedness laid bare. My image holds no ju......Read the rest...

...On A Warm Summers Day On a warm summers day I met God Standing in the courtyard Of my very own backyard Now here he is Drawing on my pipe Passes it to me Offers me a light And the mind sli......Read the rest...

...Kensington Children of frustration when dreams rose from the heap the darkest of locations tell white lies as they speak open to persuasion when abilities are weak waves of degradation ......Read the rest...

... Sometimes I wake up and wonder, Who have I become, I draw the curtains from my eyes, And realise I am numb, I recognise my heart and face, I just fail to see my soul. Bruised in thought a......Read the rest...

...pounding grinding drilling sawdust plumbing scraps empty boxes strewn from bedroom to bathroom and everywhere in between ... a miner's shanty once propped up on timbers with no firm......Read the rest...

...Remember summer in your blossom's weave, Betwixt them memories of warmer days. As you but dance yet with the summer breeze And love untimidly beneath sun's gaze. And revel yet awash in youthful......Read the rest...

...The auld fella’s auld fella left the tech after Ripening for sixteen summers. Camden-Wagon-Gravity landed a shovel and a pick at his lonely boots. ‘DIG’. he knew that Language. and by God di......Read the rest...

...One, two, three, Then a change of scene. Falls were always so calm, The winters comfortable. Summers were warm, But the spring was always a little unstable. The only constant in my lif......Read the rest...