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Poem Details | by Susan Ashley |
Categories: romantic love, sensual, summer, true love,

The Age Of Summer Love



Our summer love began in Gemini with sultry eves of wooing escapades, and as the moon did swoon as it drew nigh my lust you stirred with strumming serenades. Romance as rich as black queen tulip skies adorned with precious gems of bijou light, before they’d lose their lustre to sunrise you’d shower me with diamonds of the night. Impassioned kisses filled my sails with love, a rhumba full of rapture neath the stars with rhythmic teasing, undulations of unbridled flame of Venus and my Mars. The time of Libra brings a cool to days ~ still, autumn love sets aging leaves ablaze. May 15, 2018 *(Black)Queen of Night Tulip: a velvety deep maroon-black tulip*


Poem Details | by Daniel Turner |
Categories: appreciation, nature, summer,

Summer Love Sonnet

What's not to love about a summer day?
Kissed by the sun, the warmth of its embrace
To feel the cleanse from sweat at work and play
While honeysuckle breezes cool my face

With hillsides blanketed in purple vetch
Magenta morning glories and light blues
Imagine all the butterflies they fetch
A scene to romance any poet's muse

But when it gets too hot, I seek the shade
Barefoot in clover 'neath tall sycamores
Or take a watermelon down to wade
A spring fed creek, to cool, while I explore

That evening, in the swing, I watch  fireflies
Then pray I wake to see one more sunrise 


   May 9 - 2018


Poem Details | by Maria Williams |
Categories: desire, love, lust, sensual, sexy,

Summer Wine - An Erotic Romance

The video is intrinsic to the setting of the sceneThe vocals and music track by ‘The Corrs and Bono’ are background music incidental to the plot. 

A balmy night it was when he stepped in the bar A wondrous apparition at a table not far The singers crooned soft notes on a stage dimly lit The name of the song eluded he had to admit The pianist played softly, mood lighting set the scene Projected colours of amethyst, pinks, blues and green Elegant and haughty her brow slightly frowned She sat all alone when he cast his eye around He approached her shyly asking to join for a while With a nod she gestured to her bottle of pink wine Her hair so lustrous matching her brown smoldering eyes Her lips so inviting with the curve of her smile She lifted her glass, her invitation divine They toasted each other with her sweet summer wine He covered her hand their fingers felt the thrill The room in slow motion, a world standing still Euphonious echoes of rapturous heights Scintillating patterns of bouncing laser lights He walked her home under a sky of azure blue Under pink frangipanis heavily dripping with dew As he turned to leave she indicated to stay awhile Invited him in for her sweet summer wine Tongues probing - entwined - an angel’s spring kiss His pulse how it raced as he stroked shapely hips The sweet summer taste on her exquisite lips Kindled a love - an enchanting rhapsody of bliss A click of the clasp - flimsy garments released Shimmering seductively around to her feet Sensually turning now absolutely au naturel Revealed her etched beauty of a form so sensual His projected resplendence complimented her perfections And the majestic elegance of her peaked manifestations Desire for feather touches and moist sweet lips To be tantalized by the elation of a lover’s sweet kiss Trickling down her pearl valley rampantly on fire Liquid crystal gems forged in a tunnel of desire Soft touches and kisses on her silken skin A washed him in nectar from her passion within Cloud soft mattress - sheet threads so fine United as one as their limbs entwined To celestial choral rhythm and soft moans of rapture Harmonious they moved to quench intense pleasure On a Richter of ten - bodies quaking molto allegro Celestial Symphonies shrieking to alto crescendo A comet streaking from a Stellar above signalling their passionate release of love Yin meeting Yang so gracefully entwine Beaming their energy into the Universe divine Together they basked in a euphoric state The night had advanced as he indicated the hour late She stroked him so gently saying your time is mine So tarry a while for some more summer wine
Footnote: Do I hear you asking if someone else was involved - in this write? Well! - in projects like these it usually needs a couple’s consensual, combined experiences! So my curious reader I’m obliged to confess That the answer is an explicit - YES! YES! YES! There - Now you have it! Thank you Reluctant Poet - (RP) RP is not a member of Poetry Soup or any Poetry Club by choiceIt’s just for pleasure, he says. There - That answers you second question!


Poem Details | by Tim Smith |
Categories: love, summer,

Summer

Oh summer what have you done to me
so many flirtatious winks  teasingly
undressing me  with every wisp of
a welcomed heat filled breath

Oh summer, oh how you melt me 
with those gazing sunrise eyes  blinking
and those sweet high noon kisses swimming
fogging up another afternoon aviator sky

Oh summer your warm touches caress
and I'm a mess  blushing into a golden
bronze affair  wondering when you're not there
if you will ever come back again

Oh summer your nights delight    with fire
and a backyard breeze harmony  underneath
a blanket of stars and a lemonade moon
hushed  I swoon knowing   I'm in love


Poem Details | by Gregory R Barden |
Categories: bereavement, goodbye, soulmate, storm, true love,

Summer Rain


I wade into the surf and stand alone,

     Enfolding in my arms, the dust of You,

               I hear the raving wind lament and moan,

          As if the summer storm is mourning, too..


I breathe your wispy ashes as they're thrown,

     And whisper your name softly while I do,

               I lost you once, and now I've lost again..

          As all my tears are lost.in summer rain.




Submitted on February 7, 2019
To the "2019 Poetry Marathon Mile 17" Poetry Contest
Mark Toney, Judge & Sponsor.


Poem Details | by Carolyn Devonshire |
Categories: husband, lost love,

Sweep in Like a Summer Breeze

Melodies of magical wind chimes
Carry me back to such blissful times
Hand-in-hand we planned for a long life
Dreams to share as you made me your wife

When a summer breeze rides on the seas
I still hear your voice and I’m at ease

Now I wander the shoreline alone
A child left behind by fate’s cyclone
As I stroke fallen plumes from a gull
I’m beset by memories to mull

Thoughts of warm nights we fished from the pier
Wrap my soul like a blanket so sheer
I’m transformed to the girl I was then
And, Sweetheart, I’m loving you again

When a summer breeze rides on the seas
I still hear your voice and I’m at ease

I’ve been lonely today so I’ll go
Where a summer breeze is sure to blow
Sitting on sand, I’ll set a new goal
To fill the void and make myself whole

If only I can open my heart
To a man whose loss won’t tear me apart
Just a tender embrace at day’s end
You were my love; he’ll just be my friend

When a summer breeze rides on the seas
I still hear your voice and I’m at ease
Transform me to the girl I was when
You let me love you again and again


*August 3, 2018.


Poem Details | by Poet Destroyer A |
Categories: beauty, care, creation, imagination, inspiration, lonely, love hurts, metaphor, nature, rain, sad love, september,

Gentle Summer Rain

She writes about Fall's beauty in the rain 
The falling raindrops' dance ascribing thence 
Bespoken verse that lightens her refrain 
before the time they met - her steps commence

She listens to the soft and rhythmic thrum, 
her love turned to escape and cloudy string 
Where nimbus mistletoe fell, tears to become 
Their kiss of Autumn was symbolic ring

The first light cotton mists with summer rays 
While skyward cheerful laughs adorn the land, 
their ceremonial dance diffuses grays, 
affectionate embrace, where dreams expand

Upon September's sky the raindrops gleam 
With half of hidden Sun to laugh and beam.



--------- 8-29-13


Poem Details | by Dan Kearley |
Categories: lost love, love, moon, silver, summer, voice,

Twas A Full Moon Shining - Collab

Twas a full moon shining on a cool summer night And hound dogs were howling at its silver shadowed light. I heard but a whisper on the cool evening breeze, Twas the voice of a woman I used to chase and tease. Our love was forever, at least I used to think it so. Then came the day she left me; I wondered, where’d she go? If true love lasts forever, was this love not for me? I heard an answer on the wind - Son, your true love is she. A true love will always linger in the shadows of your heart Even when the one you love has chosen to depart. True love is the love you gave, no matter what the cost It will return to you again, for it is never lost. Like a full moon shining on a cool summer night With placid waters glistening in its silver shadowed light Love comes like a whisper on a cool evening breeze A gentle touch, a soft caress, a rustle in the trees. There is no bitterness in the past, if your love was true The sweetness in the memory is true love’s gift to you A rising sun or new full moon is not a memory And so will love come once again, if you let it be. Twas a full moon shining on a cool summer night And hound dogs were howling at its silver shadowed light I heard but a whisper on the cool evening breeze, Twas the voice of love’s song...answering my pleas.
11-17-12 *An excellent collab,with John Wulf & Dan Kearley*


Poem Details | by Teppo Gren |
Categories: love, summer, sunset,

HORIZON OF LOVE

HORIZON OF LOVE

summer sunshine fades
as twilight descends on life
horizon of love


T.J Grén
23rd May, 2016


Poem Details | by Susan Ashley |
Categories: autumn, betrayal, love hurts, relationship, sad,

Indian Summer Eyes

Indian summer lies within your autumn hazel eyes, my velvet bloom vibrant now lost after your killing frost; love lingers in bereft fingers, I stroke your face in guise, once lustrous, amaranthine heart lies bleeding in exhaust. My velvet bloom vibrant now lost after your killing frost, your chill withered russet my enchanted efflorescence; once lustrous, amaranthine heart lies bleeding in exhaust, as you disperse in scarlet moonlighting vaporescence. Your chill, withered russet my enchanted efflorescence, blue breath exhaled..my cooling mood still hangs in our mid-air; as you disperse in scarlet moonlighting vaporescence, your affair concupiscent more than my bemoan can bear. Blue..breath exhaled, my cooling mood still hangs in our mid-air, my harvested heart-ache, my heart-break, my heart-feeling weep~ your affair concupiscent more than my bemoan can bear, into all my tomorrows tears of my sorrow shall seep. My harvested heart-ache, my heart-break, my heart-feeling weep, amaranth once fertile, frost-bitten, fading everyday; into all my tomorrows, tears of my sorrow shall seep despite your warmth, light of day and hoarfrost melting display. Amaranth once fertile, frost-bitten! Fading everyday, love lingers in bereft fingers I stroke your face in guise; despite your warmth, light of day and hoarfrost melting display, Indian summer - lies! - within your autumn hazel eyes. Susan Ashley October 8, 2017 ~ Third Place~ Contest: Mid October Premiere Sponsor: Brian Strand


Poem Details | by Susan Ashley |
Categories: inspiration, love, passion, romance,

The Age of Summer Love Was Kismet Kissed - A tribute with Robert Lindley

The Age Of Summer Love Was Kismet Kissed (a Sonnet duet) Our summer love began in Gemini with sultry eves of wooing escapades, and as the moon did swoon as it drew nigh my lust you stirred with strumming serenades. Romance as rich as black queen tulip skies adorned with precious gems of bijou light, before they’d lose their lustre to sunrise you’d shower me with diamonds of the night. Impassioned kisses filled my sails with love, a rhumba full of rapture neath the stars with rhythmic teasing, undulations of unbridled flame of Venus and my Mars. The time of Libra brings a cool to days ~ still, autumn love sets aging leaves ablaze. ~~~ Yes my love, our joining was truly Fate for immediately we both just knew, hope had bellowed it is never to late my destiny was love and life with you! Love, ours glistening rubies and pearls hot-love feasts served upon long golden trays, memories, night love bathes in heated swirls greatest treasure my soul embraces today! In paradise my heart sought your soft touch sweet embrace and curves of your luscious lips, non-stop, crescendo was almost to much on this earth, we took such heavenly trips! Our fated romance proves that true love stays~ through it all, thick and thin, sorrowful grays _____________________________ 'The Age of Summer Love' Susan Ashley May 15, 2018 (and in an inspired response) 'Our Ageless Love Was Kismet Kissed' Robert Lindley May 19, 2018 _____________________________ *(Black)Queen of Night Tulip: a velvety deep maroon-black tulip*


Poem Details | by Charlie Smith |
Categories: love, summer,

Summer Breeze

Soft lights with warm winds pirouetting in time whispering its music so perfectly in rhyme Hearts searching, ever searching for love's sweet caress Wishing, ever hoping, to so tenderly possess Moonlight in concert reflecting its bliss Starlight's twinkle, a pretentious first kiss Hearts searching, ever searching for love's sweet caress Wishing, ever hoping, to so tenderly possess The concert of summer called gently your name Softly, by this music into my life you came Hearts searching, ever searching for love's sweet caress Wishing, ever hoping, to so tenderly possess. 08/10/2018 Summer Breeze Contest Sponsored by John Hamilton


Poem Details | by Lycia Harding |
Categories: assonance, autumn, heartbreak, remember, sad love, summer, winter,

When Winter Comes, Remember Me

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When Winter comes, remember me 
beside you on lush ivory sand 
If slushy fingers beckon thee, 
arise and brush aside her hand

As you awake on shortening days, 
when Winter comes, remember me 
We'll pray that Frost forsake his grays 
and set arrays of color free

Light snow may fall so subtly, 
bright notes on parchment sheer as sleet,
when Winter comesRemember me,
that I might play each shimmering sheet

Short interlope of Summer gone, 
I'm owed no scope of memory 
but hope you will, from this day on, 
when Winter comes, remember me....

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Poem Details | by Chris Boskovski |
Categories: august, beautiful, beauty, care, city, dark, dream, farewell, first love, for her, friend, friendship, girl, girlfriend, how i feel, i love you, lost, night, poems, poetry, summer,

I dreamed a dream of You

Yesterday I dreamed a dream,
that had no end.
You in your white gown, and long, black hair flowing.
You were calling my name.
I heard you, but I couldn't reach you!

And when I say your soul was tainted.
You went out in the night life.
You dressed in your black, evening ball gown.
You danced till the Red Sun came out, over the horizon.

You smiled at me.
A flame in my heart burned red hot!
My knees and hands shook with nerves;
Nerves of love and joy.
I blew you a kiss,
but you turned away!
Oh, please don't turn away from me,
for I would die, if it happened again!

Your beautiful and golden heart showed me the truth.
The truth that every gentleman wants to hear.
I've seen you walk the streets,
in the blue dawn of August.
As I followed you, you stopped and looked at me.
You smiled so beautifully, and my heart fluttered into oblivion!

You walked with your friends and I went my way.
I couldn't find a single trace of you that day.
I cried out "Why did I leave her like this?!"
I looked for you, all over the courtyards and town squares!
Yet no sight of your beauty.
..No sight of your golden heart, that I hold so dear to mine.
Where did you go?
Why did you leave?
Why did I leave..that is the question!

I should have stayed by your side,
till the ends of time.

Yet I had left.
Why...?

One gloomy and parish midnight.
I came along a road,
and soon found myself in front of a wayward cafe.
Smiling faces all around me.
I spotted a beautiful face that outstood all the other faces around me.
It was yours.

Your face brought me to sanity and I went over too you!
You spotted me and tried to run!
I caught you in the dirty hallway and pulled you in.

Our eyes met and I fell in love once again.
Sanity re-entered my mind, body and soul.
I kissed you and you kissed back.
You held my hand, and we left the cafe and walked down the street.

The street was gloomy, yet we together brightened the dark street.
We went back to the lit up city streets, of the lands filled with smiling faces,
and we fell in love and slept together.

You lay there in my restless arms and I gave you a sweet kiss,
upon your sweet and soft head.
Your dark hair was sweet smelling and felt of silk.
I closed my eyes and fell asleep with you,
there in my arms and we dreamed together
till the morning came and woke me up,
and took you away from my weak and weary arms.

I dreamed a dream of you.


Poem Details | by Michael Jordan |
Categories: adventure, devotion, family, husband, introspection, life, love, wifewords, summer, candy, life, summer,

The Dog Days of Summer

We let down the top to soak in the sun
Now that the harshness of winter is done

As you let back the seat and put your feet on the dash
Saying, “keep your eyes on the road I don’t want to crash”

I truly must admit that I’m torn completely in two 
The coast has its beauty, then again so do you

As the beauty of the Sun is absorbed by your skin
Like a kid at the candy store I simply want to dig in

If life is a candy store sweetheart you are the treat
All the other candy I tasted, never tasted so sweet

The reason I love summer is because of the heat
The skimpier the bikini, the greater the treat 

I can’t begin to express how wonderful you are
Saying, “hey take a look at her I’ll steer the car”

At first I truly had no idea what I should say?
Though now it’s, “ok sweetheart, have it your way”

I think that is because you know these words are true
I may take look at her but I shall forever belong to you

Summer is a time that is as bright as the sun
Out goes the cold as it’s replaced by the fun

We have our barbecues and sit under the stars
Let down the tops and go for rides in our cars

Go tend to our gardens in farmer John clothes
Truly amazed at how fast everything grows

Go hang out at the river as well as the lake
Cover ourselves in oil than let our skin bake

Embrace the moments because these words are true
The days last much longer and the sky is so blue

The dog days of summer I reckon that’s so
We bark and howl at folk we don’t even know

If life is banquet then summer is the feast
I think we should gobble it up, to say the least


Written for john's Summer contest.


Poem Details | by Tony Bush |
Categories: life, love, nostalgia, passion, people, timeme, me,

Cobalt Summer

Down there, on the shell-coarse beach in a furnace of sand The sea writhed and almost boiled at the shore, Barefoot we walked, with her hand in my hand No girl had ever driven me more. She dry-licked her cherry lips and saltily smiled, Solar flares bursting there in my chest, The way she moved always drove me wild, My eyes entranced by her shape in that dress. The sun stamped in the sky like a chromium plate, Dripped the colours of butter and steel, And she stood there the most, the coolest hot date, So radiant and still and surreal. When she threw back her head as she lay on the grass Liquid eyes burning silver and green, With the parting of lips she gave me a free pass And the world dissolved to aquamarine.


Poem Details | by nicholas windle |
Categories: love, spoken word,

Summer Of Enchantment

Warm evenings have that lazy feel,
As the sun sets upon the day.
An orange ball suspended,
As all cares now swept away.
The exotic smells in the perfumed air,
That lies heavy all around.
Mimosa now that in full bloom,
As its branches drape the ground.
Do you ever look at the sky?
As the stars come out at night.
When you’re held by that someone specials arms,
And don’t want to say goodnight.
Though no spoken word is  uttered,
As eyes gaze into eyes
It’s said there windows to the soul,
Mere feelings can’t disguise.
Love can just be fleeting,
With precious thoughts we steal.
And in that brief encounter,
We know that it’s for real.


Poem Details | by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories: nature, passionsummer, love, summer,

Summer Lover

Oh, summer sun, all winter I have missed
your stale hot breath upon my upturned face;
your tongue that seers my flesh as I unlace
the strings on my bikiniI am kissed
by sultry lips that burnI can’t resist!
I bask in light of day, and I embrace
Your penetrating rays that find each space
of skin exposedI wait and plan my tryst.
And when you come, I’ll reverence you once more,
supine, as you would have me, to receive
your torrid touch as token of your lust.
In June we’ll meet as always by the lakeshore.
I should not go So well you can deceive.
Some lovers you have killed! Yet still I trust.

*For A Rambling Poet's Scavenger Hunt Contest
This poem emulates the lovely haiku called
"dappled sun," (6/9) and also it is a love poem 
for summer much like Constance's Senryu 
"Winter Love" is her love affair with winter.


Poem Details | by Lena Townsend |
Categories: friendship, happiness, love, nature, passionnight, summer, me, night, summer,

Summer Nights

The smell of the summer night air 
Takes me back to times we shared
You and I dancing beneath the moon
Crickets playing a lovers tune

Trees full with lush green leaves
Whispering poetry to you and me
A view from beneath a Missouri bluff
Talking of passion, love, and lust

Your hand in mine strolling the path
Sitting on the deck and looking back
Picnic tables and barbecue grills
Driving and parking, is this for real?

My memory’s filled with your sweet love
Do you remember that snow white dove?
A kiss goodnight under a star filled sky
Best friends forever, a promise, no lie

It excites me to think that every year
Whether life or memory I return here
We will create magic again I know
On a summer night in the moon’s soft glow

 
Copyright © 2009 Lena “Lolita” Townsend





*inspired by John Heck’s “Summer Celebration” contest


Poem Details | by elizabeth wesley |
Categories: seasons, autumn, autumn, love, sun,

Indian Summer

Memories of autumn linger still
The pale sun loiters on the hill;
A prodigal year now grown old
Is gathering all her days of gold.
Flocks of birds now eager to go
We share the dream with footsteps slow;
We meet beneath the apple tree
Join hands in silent company.
We will not part love, oh not yet
Too soon the weary sun will set.

The crickets cease to sing their song
The gold and russet wilt away;
The crimson trees stayed too long
And all the sky is wet and grey.
We know at night the frost will fall
And scar the asters on the hill;
The golden rod and sumac all
Will feel the hand of winter's chill.

But love, it is not the time to part
I need to hold you near my heart;
Yesterday was such a golden smile
Today we might love awhile;
Till autumn dies and love forget
And we must leave, but dear not yet.


Poem Details | by Freddie Robinson Jr. |
Categories: love, nostalgia, summer, weather,

Cool Summer Breeze


There are very few things more refreshing
than a cool breeze on a hot summer day
Couple that with a glass of iced tea in the evening,
or maybe some chilled lemonade in some afternoon shade
When that tropical breeze blows
on your hot, perspiring skin
It is so rejuvenating, it is soul refreshing
Oh it feels like how you feel
after you finish making love,
and it feels like how you feel
when you start making love again
It's a top-of-the-morning type of feelin',
it's a late night, down low kind of chillin'
Riding on that summer breeze
makes you ready and always willing
to take a journey to love that is so, so fulfilling
There's not a lot of things in life
more pleasant than this 
Catching a cool summer breeze
is something I never ever want to miss


Poem Details | by Gregory R Barden |
Categories: beach, passion, rain, romance, romantic love, summer,

Wonderfully Wet


Lost, deep, among the grasses of the dunes

                    A summer shower rinsed us, sweet and warm

          As, breathing in my ear, your steamy runes

                              I tasted drops of sea mist from your form

                    Our late-day passions ended as the storm

                              Was blushed to silence by the melting sun

          The swirling stars, like fireflies in a swarm

                    Told painted clouds the evening had begun

And by a waking moon.our lover's dreams were spun.


                             - June 24, 2018 -




~ 1st Place ~  in the "End June 2018 Premiere Any Form" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Sponsor.

~ 8th Place ~  in the "Summer Rain Storm 2, Spencerian Stanza" Poetry Contest, Dale Gregory Cozart, Sponsor.

Syllables counted at HowManySyllables.com, no cliche's per Poetry Soup Cliche' Finder.


Poem Details | by Dale Gregory Cozart |
Categories: love, romance, seasons, summer,

A Resplendence of Sunflowers

As brief as summer you swept across my heart's desert like a Santa Ana wind's hot kiss. Now the eastern passes are still and gray as virgin rocks unto a land whispering of forgotten wildflowers. In your absence marigolds bloom not with the disappeared mockingbird. Only with the last petals of withered amaryllis do I ache: you brought me a translucence of amber for my burnished bouquet. Love was an ebullience of golden wheat, our laughter a resplendence of sunflowers. 1st Place Mid Summer Standard Contest Sponsor: Brian Strand 6/11/17


Poem Details | by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories: lost love,

Of Summer Lovers

Of Summer Lovers

It was on a beach that he first met her among the many tourists that were there. The sea was shimmering with teal allure behind her gorgeous body, nearly bare! Her eyes met hisShe tossed her sun-streaked hair. He read it as a sweet and tempting dare! Of all the women there, she most stood out. When she engaged him with a perfect smile, he knew that they would meet, beyond a doubt! He went up to that goddess of the isle and talked with her; he noticed in a while, she spoke in such an elevated style. She also was adventurous; they played in waves, then danced by sunset as a band played music on the beachAll night they stayed, for they were falling hard as they kissed, and embraced long after midnight on the sand. It could not have gone better were it planned! They met again at Christmas but could tell the heat was gone, and only snow flakes fell. Feb2, 2018 for the Urban Sonnet Contest of Laura Loo


Poem Details | by Robert Lindley |
Categories: art, heart, love, passion, relationship, romance, writing,

The Age Of Summer Love Was Kismet Kissed

The Age Of Summer Love Was Kismet Kissed
(a Sonnet duet)


Our summer love began in Gemini 
with sultry eves of wooing escapades,
and as the moon did swoon as it drew nigh
my lust you stirred with strumming serenades.

Romance as rich as black queen tulip skies
adorned with precious gems of bijou light,
before they’d lose their lustre to sunrise
you’d shower me with diamonds of the night.

Impassioned kisses filled my sails with love,
a rhumba full of rapture neath the stars
with rhythmic teasing, undulations of
unbridled flame of Venus and my Mars.

The time of Libra brings a cool to days ~
still, autumn love sets aging leaves ablaze.

~~~

Yes my love, our joining was truly Fate
for immediately we both just knew,
hope had bellowed it is never to late
my destiny was love and life with you!

Love, ours glistening rubies and pearls
hot-love feasts served upon long golden trays,
memories, night love bathes in heated swirls
greatest treasure my soul embraces today!

In paradise my heart sought your soft touch
sweet embrace and curves of your luscious lips,
non-stop, crescendo was almost too much
on this earth, we took such heavenly trips!

Our fated romance proves that true love stays~
through it all, thick and thin, sorrowful grays



_____________________________

'The Age of Summer Love'
Susan Ashley 
May 15, 2018
   
(and in an inspired response)  

'Our Ageless Love Was Kismet Kissed'
Robert Lindley 
May 19, 2018
_____________________________



*(Black)Queen of Night Tulip: a velvety deep maroon-black tulip*

Susan's Note-

On May 17,2018, after I posted my Sonnet 'The Age of Summer Love', I received a lovely soup mail from my esteemed and kindhearted friend, Robert Lindley saying; 'Your poem so inspired me today!'  Robert had composed a beautiful Sonnet in which each of his stanzas and closing couplet was in response to each of mineHis poem was yet to be titled so he bestowed upon me this awesome honor of naming his poem, which was then titled; 'Our Ageless Love Was Kismet Kissed', posted on May 19, 2018As you can imagine, I was moved and elated by his message and generous gesture I then suggested to Robert that I thought it would be wonderful to combine both poems into a 'Sonnet duet' format and repost our poems together under a combined titleTo my great delight and appreciation, Robert agreed Thank you, my dear friend, RobertI'm both honored and humbled by your talent and kindnessIt is truly a blessing to share a friendship with you.

Here, I present our special tribute...

A tribute to inspiration and friendship!

My Note- 
I read Susan's wonderful creation and immediately sat down to write this sonnet in replyI then sent it to her and told her how much her fine sonnet had inspired me and this creation was the result of that inspiration.
Together, we discussed combining the two sonnets, as in the new poem, now re-titled and given a new life.
A truly sincere act, was met by yet another - that of my friend suggesting that perhaps we present these two sonnets together, showing the second sonnet as the reply that it is..
We worked out the details and this is the resulting collaboration.
Hope you may enjoy this and see that friendship/fellowship in poetry is far, far better than competition/envy.

Here, presented is our special tribute...

A tribute to inspiration and friendship!


Poem Details | by Mike Gentile |
Categories: love, passion, storm, summer,

A Symphony of Summer



A symphony of summer is the storm
It underscores the reasons why we love
Dramatic in refusal to conform
As passion is composed from up above
Crescendo moments irrespective of
A maestro who just will not understand
That love is love is love is love is love
As thunder claps with rain at our command
To bless our harmony and hate to not withstand




Poem Details | by John Gondolf |
Categories: autumn, change, love, nature,

As Summer Fades to Fall

the days get shorter as summer gives way to fall change is in the air As leaves descend from limbs above of crimson red and amber gold, they blanket ground with nature’s love. As leaves descend from limbs above, through crisp air wings a mourning dove, and makes her way through fall’s unfold as leaves descend from limbs above of crimson red and amber gold. as sun descends and daylight gives way to darkness an impending chill With shadows long and daylight sighs, the autumn night is thus foretold as harvest moon is on the rise. With shadows long and daylight sighs a time to gaze into her eyes, and seek the warmth within her hold. With shadows long and daylight sighs, the autumn night is thus foretold. as darkness surrounds lovers cling to each other seeking warmth forever
September 16, 2018


Poem Details | by Kelly Deschler |
Categories: dream, kiss, love, nature, night, romantic, summer,

In Your Dreams

Was it all a sweet dream or just reality?,
  I sit and ponder that very thought,
During the daylight and in the nighttime,
  Wondering, were we ever there or not?

A crescent moon smiled down on me,
  Shedding it's white light upon the ground,
I sat amongst the petals, waiting patiently,
  And it was there, that me, you found.

Lavender flower petals I did pluck,
  As I was seated atop the green hillside,
Does he love me, or does he not?,
  My love for you, I could not hide.

I only saw you as a dark silhouette,
  A shadow that walked upon the ground,
Among silver stars and a midnight sky,
  Your gentle voice was the only sound.

My darkened silhouette was no longer alone,
  While yellow fireflies around me dance,
When you came to join me atop that hill,
  In the meadow's softly illuminated romance.

I was embraced within your arms,
  As your most tender kiss met mine,
On that one warm summer's night,
  When our kindred spirits did entwine.

So sad was I when the time came to part,
  As the rising sun shined golden upon my hair,
Although, what a beautiful dream it was,
  When I awoke and found you there.






       
        Waking Dreams Contest

            April, 4th, 2014





Poem Details | by Mohammad Yamin |
Categories: devotion, family, love, motherfor her, summer, for her, love, summer,

Mother

A banyan tree that shields from tropical summer sun 
A symbol of selfless love and sacrifice 
A preserver of values that modernism has shun 
No praise is enough, no gratitude suffice 

Her love for her children is like blossom of springs 
An angel she appears, a fairy she seems 
It’s a symphony for ears, the lullaby she sings 
The lullaby that drifts you in the valley of dreams

A teacher, a guide, a philosopher, a friend 
An architect, a builder of beauty and grace 
A garden of roses that fragrance send 
Serenity of a lake where ducklings race

She suckles her babies with white blood of breasts 
The hearts yearn for her bosom’s paradise 
She strains every nerve, sacrifices her rests 
Burning midnight oil with sleepy eyes

The special mothers that God has blessed 
Maryam, Khadija, Fatema and Asiya 
Women par excellence, mothers at best 
Whether in Africa, Asia or the West 

Mothers are an oasis in the desert of life 
Their love and passion isn’t for display 
Chained to the oar in your perils and strife 
A shower of rain on a hot summer day 
                           ***
(Dedicated to my mother Begum Najmunnesa, who  left me  alone in this world        at the age of twelve and all the mothers whatever caste, creed, colour, religion     and nationality they areI salute them all)           
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Poem Details | by Joey Foto |
Categories: girl, girlfriend, innocence, love, memory, school, summer,

The Ice Cream Truck

the ice cream truck

do you remember in fourth grade when it was the end of the school year?
kids running around in class, volunteer parents planning for field day events, teachers grading tests.
a year's worth of crafts and colorful displays filled the walls like wallpaper.
you can hear singing from the kids in room 4b, msmcdonald's class.

the weather outside was a balmy 80 on this june day.
text books, paint brushes, and the obligatory pre-chewed bubble gum filled the desk cavity.
the assistant principle announces something inaudible on the speaker system.
and we are fast approaching the anticipated summer break.

summerthat's when spring lovers finally kiss and the butterflies leave their cocoon.
birds singing and the flowers are saturated with their red, blue, and pink hues.
the last day of school is finally here and the children ride the bus for the last time.
vacationsswimming poolsocean citythe smell of hot dogs, grass and humidity.

jersey summers are hotreally hot where i grew upyou sweat just by looking out the window.

then one day, the familiar sound of circus-like music faintly approaches town.
louder and louder until everyone knows its the ice cream truck turning the street corner.
the famous mrsoftee, or good humor truck, or some local self employed bearded man.
whatever it was, ice cream in all kinds, flavors, colors, and shapes was 25 yards and 25 cents away.

the music kept playing as children seemingly sprayed out of their homes in rapid succession.
a gathering soon followed with parents and children standing all against that delicious truck.
chocolatepeanut buttervanillastrawberrycookies and creamcookie dough.
sandwichesbowlsconessmoothiessundayssprinklesnutsoh so yummy!

i miss that ice cream trucki miss those days...

...and i miss you just as much.