Summer Terza Rima Poems | Examples
These Summer Terza Rima poems are examples of Terza Rima poems about Summer. These are the best examples of Terza Rima Summer poems written by international poets.
Let flames be if you can’t fan them,
what a waste to keep words contained.
Intrigue and sparks walk in tandem.
Blind fervor can’t remain restrained.
With an adept Sun’s touch you soar,
that type of glow will not be feigned.
Too prim for this hurried downpour,
please end fake summer renascence.
You don’t dance when hail hits the floor.
Not thinking of the consequence,
heat won’t fire with benevolence.
The air is cold and sharp, a sudden change,
A silver frost is scattered on the lawn,
And all the familiar trees look wild and strange.
The green of summer is entirely gone,
As leaves of amber flutter to the ground,
And greet the coming of a brittle dawn.
A deeper quiet settles all around,
A pause that nature takes before the cold,
Where silence is the only remaining sound.
The autumn stories are waiting to be told,
Of shedding light and preparing for sleep,
A world transformed to copper and to gold.
But within the heart, it’s solid and deep.
The autumn leaves begin to lose their light,
A silver hush descends upon the stone,
And shadows hold the garden in the night.
I walk these quiet, turning paths alone,
Where fragrant roses turn to rusted gold,
And all the vibrant summer joy has flown.
The air is thin, and it is growing cold,
Yet in this stillness, secrets are revealed,
A softer, deeper story to unfold.
The final secrets of the year are sealed,
But waiting, sleeping, safe within the earth,
Until the frozen mysteries are healed.
For all the world to see what it is worth,
A silent promise of a future birth.
Still as the moonless night, settling on the hills
reflecting dawn’s gentle light, softly flowing
rustling sighs, music bursting forth, happy thrills
beneath rushing winds, gentling dreams, mind-blowing
breath of autumn paints the skies in healing hues
perfect leaves falling from trees who’ve stopped growing
whilst summer whispers to the moon, purple muse
soft prayers portray the twilight’s famous stay
though the blessings of nature may sometimes bruise
laughing rivers wash away morsels of clay
reminding souls to listen to hope’s warm voice
these mountains are so loyal, they’ll not betray
grace has silenced all our fears, given a choice
when all is said and done, we need to rejoice
Agile music pouring out gentle quiet,
Furious sighs breaking through the soft shadows,
Beyond the moon, ebbs a beautiful riot.
Stars glistening, prompting the wind to transpose,
Reverse the dancing laughter, breathless pining,
Aching, trembling, quaking as the music slows.
Autumn’s beguiling, summer is declining,
Whispering kisses over mountain ascents,
Only God Himself could have done this signing.
Author of graceful laughter, warm precedents,
Soulful joys discovered beneath the sunshine,
Rays of glory raining down over contents.
Story of light pierces dark, the bottom line,
Father, Son and Holy Ghost, this light is mine!
To taste your kiss just one more time,
and feel the fire of long ago
that fueled the rhythm and the rhyme
of poetry in love’s sweet glow
beneath the moon on summer nights,
that only love struck lovers know…
And in the shadows, dim of lights,
to once again feel your embrace
that lifts me up to higher heights
and takes me to another place
with fantasies becoming real
beneath the veil of midnight’s lace…
These tender thoughts which I reveal
are showing passion’s paradigm.
Your tenderness I long to feel,
recalling days when in our prime,
and taste your kiss just one more time.
July 20, 2023
When days were young, my love and I
would search the clouds for faces.
On pillowed grass, we two would lie.
The clouds today may hold traces
of a love that was paused in time,
then vanished to unknown places.
Forgotten now, like poet's rhyme,
I search for faces in the clouds
a friend, a child--how clouds can mime!
Among the blue, are foamy crowds--
faces of those I used to know.
But that one face is not allowed.
Aimless, perhaps, but we below
see clouds forming a quaint tableau.
March 3, 2023
for "Each Passing Cloud" contest
by JCB Brul
First Place
"Recently scenes of early life have stolen into my mind, like breezes blown..."
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Memories, like softly blowing breeze,
whisper of moments that tell my past,
appear as shadows among the trees.
They pretend the summer days will last;
yet prefer the dusk with dappled light,
as night begins its ebon contrast.
Moments we glimpsed with a younger sight,
as if those days we would always know--
when sky was blue, clouds buttermilk white.
But time went by, wouldn't even slow.
Those days stored carefully in my mind,
as I try to recall youthful glow.
When nostalgic, they are ours to find,
those long-ago days we left behind.
October 3, 2022
for Writing Challenge-Past Memories-"T" Forms Poetry Contest
by Constance La France
Terza Rima Form
I felt the conflict of that summer breeze
yearning, my cute friend hummed her graceful song
reclining under verdant willow trees.
College would soon begin, what could go wrong
as I leafed through my literature book
to get the feel where emotions belong.
I sang a love song to conquer her look,
yet sensing in me some quivering throes
Left her to cool her feet in the small brook.
Then her boyfriend came and hugged her so close,
I felt forsaken with too many woes.
I hear chirping birds before rainfall
On a hot summer’s day
Humidity is thick, like a wall
Relief is a raindrop away
Tints of green in leaves so still
Ready to dance and play
The bird bath is waiting for re-fill
Again, this hot summer’s day
Energy lacking, but I have a will
To let go in the rain on my way
To the next place I belong
In this shelter, I cannot stay
There’s no room left to be wrong
Heidi Sands
7/19/22
Strong winds are blowing in from the west
As dark storm clouds gather overhead,
Threatening our celebrated Summer Fest.
Thunder and lightning increase the dread
Special events will need to be canceled,
Months of planning could not see ahead.
A stage for musical acts has been disabled
Disappointment reigns throughout town
The city planners are feeling very unsettled,
The revelers are simply feeling let down.
Written June 23, 2022
Spring is the moment of hope that embraces
The spirit with a glad, rousing devotion
Inspiration that fills the heart it graces
Summer is the time of gentle emotion
Where sunshine and raindrops capture silent hope
Waking waves of joy flowing through the ocean
Autumn is the gleam of the kaleidoscope
Brilliant hues of enthusiasm breaths belief
Serenity dripping help so we can cope
Winter is the dismal, dark whisper of grief
Longing to fill up our souls with loving skills
Wonders of kind compassion that won’t be brief
Seasons that fill our hearts, minds and souls with thrills
Sharing marvels so exciting our life stills
Thinking memories back in my childhood
Only the meaningful ones I recall
I have so many, some bad and some good
Camping in winter, spring, summer and fall
Biking and hiking through paths made of dirt
Playing my most favorite sports- baseball
Rolling down mountains, grass stains on my shirts
So shy was I, so very soft spoken
Flirting with schoolgirls in short mini-skirts
I still have that amusement park token
Hanging in arcades with some of my peers
My first girlfriend- she left me heartbroken
Remembering...I find myself in tears
So many memories, all of my years
Terza Rima Form Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
11/25/2020
Day opened up like a teenage flower
My marigolds were a beautiful sight
Looked for a sign of a possible shower
Clouds looked pessimistic in daybreak light
I watered pink roses; they stood up straight.
Geraniums looked amazingly bright.
Red hollyhocks waved from the garden gate
Petticoats dancing merrily around
A warm Kansas day was probably our fate
Carrots were popping right out of the ground
Green beans and peas ready to harvest too
A prettier garden could not be found
I thought this was a most gentle bower
With this beauty it’s hard to be dour
Nature's divided into four seasons
each eye-catching in a similar way
and yet, different for many reasons.
Winter's crystalline beauty carries sway
but She is both barren and deathly cold
with a hollowed-out heart of papier-mache.
Spring’s spectacle slowly breaks Winter’s hold
accompanied by a moist April breeze
She showers snowdrops as petals unfold.
Summer is known for Her emerald trees
dandelions, coleslaw, a picnic spread
grasshoppers, hummingbirds, and honeybees.
Autumn colors the leaves in shades of red
scarlet, crimson, puce, orange, and yellow
weaving a fitting shroud for Summer’s dead.
Together they keep the planet mellow
each a fine-tuned string on Nature's cello.
10/12/2019