art, friendship, history, holocaust, perspective, psychological, september,
by arthur vaso |
when childhood held dreams
when friends where real
Anne Frank, child betrayed
when poetry spoke of the heart
when the psycho penetrated with dart
those who tell tales true
the kiss of love? or
the kiss of deceit
evil hides in rainbows
goodness dances with lightning
I will remember hearts of kindness
not the man spreading blindness
yearn for happier times
not July, only youths summertime
illusions that once made us happy
Now devour our minds
by Mel Merrill |
lost love, love,
The poem that I write today
Has always been a thought away.
But do I think of trees, or birds,
As I slyly meter out my words?
Or do I think of spring, or fall,
Of summertime, the sea and all?
Perhaps it is a moon-rinsed night
That prods me so to sit and write--
Or it could be a drop of rain,
If not some nagging doubt, or pain.
What drives my pen to wander so,
To touch the sky; the earth below?
Of all the thoughts, both old and new--
I ponder most the thought of you.
And so the poet takes his pen...
Writes words of love, and falls again!
by DAVID ARCHULETTA |
lost love, love
The wants of her heart beckoned of lonely streets
Like the summertime wail of the Snow Fence
When empty winds through weathered pickets
Howl for the cold company it keeps
by Albert Ahearn |
This poem is dedicated to my loving wife.
Our hearts adjoined some ages past
In the summertime of our lives.
Oh! How swiftly the time has passed
Yet your lasting beauty belies
Those years that etched your comely face.
But now we reached life’s wintertime
Together still with arms embraced
And kiss each favorite valentine
For all those loving grateful years.
Happy Valentines Day my love
You are the one I hold most dear.
At times I feel unworthy of
But this I say and know it’s true:
My life is nothing without you.
by Ifechukwu Ezeokoli |
hurt, love hurts, miss you, pain, sad love, time,
And then in midst of summer's lore
I sang a tune of hail and gloom
Of dark and light and so much more
Of pain and sorrow, and of plume
Oh, darling, you walk through a muddy bog
But my sweet, I can't save you now
Still, I promise I won't let you sog
We both know it won't be long now
Till you give up your gloomy heart
And let someone in one more time
Till you forget all about that part
That part of your heart you saved for summertime
Sweetheart, though I've met my end
Just know you can find love again
by Andrew Crisci |
animals, death, food, loss, love, nature, sad, seasons, sympathy
Estephania was the Spanish horse,
with a chestnut coat and mane
and a lighter long tail...and she ate
alfalfa for strong teeth and bones.
She was domesticated, losing her liberty
and neighing she showed keen ability:
to spot dangers on a perilous path...
Estefania even stopped for a stranded cat.
In summertime she fed mostly on grass,
but bees stung her many times to protest,
and struggling to get them off her tail...
she hit a shrilling raven in the head.
And feeling sorry for the dying bird wincing,
Estefania licked his semi-open eyes...giving
him a little comfort as he folded his wings;
and whinnying she wept a river of tears.
by Charles Clive |
love, passion, sweet, sweet,
Oh dearest sweet Rose,
my love for you grows
as warm as the sun
in summertime glows.
around you it flows,
from the top of your head
to the tip of your toes.
Oh Rose, can’t you see
what you mean to me?
You fill all my life
from sky to the sea;
look how I worship you,
down on my knee.
Oh dearest sweet Rose,
give ear to my plea?
Oh Rose, do you know
just how I can show
my passion on fire,
my heart all a-glow?
And yet you insist
in making blood flow
with a thorn in my thumb,
you mean so-and-so!
by Amra Cau |
to wrap you around in one.
the grand pupal descension.
a bite of summertime,
to take a silent pause.
page filled with imagined
left to the viewer to ponder.
to a beauty,
with gentle strokes of brilliance.
gladly caressing yours.
that familiar stop,
of blissful adoration.
by Crystal Keehn |
flower, love, poetry, romantic, summer, winter, write,
Handwrite me a letter.
All the pages fill
With your elegant script
By ink and quill.
Take pleasure in the quiet.
Loosen your tie, but do not forget
Cross every tittle
Dot every "i".
Relax by the fire,
And take your time.
Tickle my ear
With your sweet rhyme.
Let the words flow
From a deeper place.
All that's hidden there,
Leave not a trace.
Mind not the cold
Nor the frosted window rime,
But write to me of flowers,
And the warmth of summertime.
Indulge me a little longer.
I've awaited your reply
With bated breath,
And a greatly heaved sigh.
Your letter's here at last.
All the pages are filled
With your love handwritten,
And with wax sealed.
by Wendy Rycroft |
Bursting with energy,
Rapturing into colour,
Expressions of blue,
Banquet of bloom,
Food fit for a king,
Her summertime brings,
Good enough to eat,
Pulsating and vibrant,
Who could resist?
Her fiery passion,
A beautiful lady,
And a recipe for love,
Pure inner beauty,
Eyes to behold
Food for thought!
Let the party begin
Keep her close
What a bouquet
Filling your room,
by robin davis |
fun, games, summer,
A tree house built with love and care
Things are scattered everywhere
A tire swing hung on a chain
For getting dizzy and insane
A pool filled up with lots of toys
Water fun and happy joys
Flowers growing in a row
Sun showers to help them grow
A puppy with some muddy paws
Icy drinks with bendy straws
Hoses make a waterfall
Filling up a big beach ball
Kites so pretty flying high
Along with birds and butterflies
A rainbow in the sky so bright
Sparkly stars light up the night
Bouncing on a trampoline
Music for a dancing scene
Burgers and hot dogs are grilling
Lots of food for tummy filling
Months of summer fun to be
Enjoyed by friends and family
by George Zamalea |
True love begins in a dark paradise
Filled with graffiti
And Diet Coke,
Wearing a Three Dimension sunglasses
Against the white screen
Swallow popcorn in a summertime
by maxwell collier |
people talk about me like im a special case in a mental hospital, i used to be depressed, but now my life is more than dull, i think so many thoughts, my mind is way over full, i get hot in cold places, like summertime wool. give in to madness, its gravity's pull, i want to go swim, so i jump from the hull, im as small as an ant, like im wearing a skull, im walking a horse, but im riding a bull. but i really don't care, because i love the attention, people talk about me, like something they forgot to mention, i have so much stuff, its the biggest collection, im insane but not crazy, and that is a correction.
by harry horsman |
Summertime in doubt...
Love is like a Butterfly
Singing in the rain.
Hot in the city
wherever i lay my hat
send me an angel
love is like a battlefield
i’ll hang my tears out to dry.
© Harry J Horsman 2011
by Chante Reeves |
your touch comes second to being sun-kissed by summertime
but i come alive when your four eyes reconnect with mine
other couples were on the abandoned beach that afternoon
but they no idea I was writing the last few stanzas of my marriage vows
- not even you
while I was reading, you called me nerd..
by Frank Norman |
Snaking through trees left and right
Landing on your smiling face
Unaware of the sly pun gone by
Mere backdrop to the laughing cries
Of summertime in the city
by Bill Lindsay |
the Sun warming my tightly closed eyes
as I lie motionless in the long grass of Summertime,
knowing that my love is but an outstretched arm away,
her breathing now synchronised with my own.
a smile breaks across my reddened cheeks
as my racing heart decelerates into rest;
her hand touching my lips as if to withhold my thoughts,
in vain attempt to bury this memory forever in her heart.
basking in the oneness of these golden moments,
our eyes meet through the glinting green meadow
as we each held aloft a ripened pineapple;
we had managed to outrun the farmer.
by Melissa Ross |
death, dedication, faith, family, food, history
The living is lovely,
Gnoochi with Nonny,
For every step,
Chef caps adorn our crowns,
It’s a lovely afternoon,
Rich in tradition is our recipe,
Love is how it is conjured,
How I miss our days,
Of gnoochi and storytelling,
Memories are all that's left.
by oldcrow poet |
I love farmland in spring
and new beginnings
and winning in extra innings.
I love a fat lady singing;
barbecues, chilling, grilling;
no curfews, imported brews;
a lime or two beautiful women;
swimming in ocean michigan.
with fire flies flying by;
whiskey bottle by my side;
sitting, sipping, simply wishing
summertime would continue.
But autumn's harvest wont be far off
and winter blowing in is looking grim.
by Wendy Rycroft |
My soul longs for your warmth,
To feel your presence upon my skin,
As I lay there in my waiting,
My nakedness longing for your touch,
Don’t leave me in my darkest hour,
As your shyness hides behind the clouds,
How long will you leave me in the shade?
Your beauty always astounds,
The whole world longs for your attention,
As your roaming continues,
Until the next day dawns,
On your returning visits,
To shine your love for me once again,
Not letting our relationship fade away,
But keeping it forever aglow
Burning me with desire,
As your rays like fingers gently caress.
For contest Sponsor Janis Thompson
by Karis Watie |
in the middle of fall
I'm faced with a problem
I can't fix at all
Sleep is hard to find
My feathers are bent
writing you love letters
that I hope get sent
My laughs are covered
My smiles are sick
Sun set suppressed emotions
that have yet to click
On bended knee I'm leaning
praying to above
With a kiss
I tell you this
"You are the one I love."
by Vee Bdosa |
angst, black african american, confusion, dedication, depression, love, time,
THE A-B-C'S OF LOVE
Don't get hurt in the summertime
love sure hurts in the summertime
love burns hot in the summertime
I'm tellin you!
Don't love much in the wintertime
love is tough in the wintertime
there's not much you can do with love
in the wintertime.
Spring is a bad time to love someone
before you know it they're up and gone
Autumn is no time
to fall in love.
Don't fall in love in the Fall
by Cody Nitz |
adventure, beautiful, bird, dream, earth, peace, uplifting,
She wants that feel of summertime
When everything seems to rhyme
A courageous bird sailing over the mountains
A bud in the morning, delicate flower by evening
An ever so perpetual meaning
Swallowed up the sunshine
You've never felt so divine
The breeze gently playing with your hair
Dancing in the tall grass, completely bare
We found the treasure, but it needs a key
Quite possibly it's the love from you and me
We will never reach our peak
Always something new to seek
-Cody T. Nitz
by Joyce Johnson |
No matter how far I wander
Over hill or glen or vale;
Your voice is always calling me
To another untried trail.
I think perhaps I will find you
When the birds begin to sing
And the buds and bulbs are bursting
In those first sweet days of spring.
Or will you come in summertime?
Oh yes, I am sure you will,
When bright flowers line the pathway
As you’re running down the hill.
Or the fall will surely bring you
Before first days of frost.
You’ll find your way upon the wind
With love I thought was lost.
by Michael Degenhardt |
My love, I will give
You flowers in the wintertime
Some snowballs in the summertime
I will turn the world
Upside down to make you happy
And will be there for you always