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 P.S. Awtry |
i love you, love, romantic love, soulmate, summer, sweet,
in the summertime
you ease my mind
Come whisper softly
next to me
that I need
'Cause I need
in the summertime
And I need
next to me
to ease my mind
and be mine
all I need
all through time
that you’re mine
Be Mine Poetry Contest
Sponsor, Regina McIntosh
by Sotto Poet |
7th grade, age, beautiful, blessing, caregiving, childhood, grandparents,
Ode to the Grandkids
My gaze, grandkids, you inspire me to write.
I love the way you laugh, trust and cherish,
Devoting my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the excellent garish.
Let me compare you to a vital bond lie?
You are more feelings, childhood, and promise.
Blase drought dries the pleased picnics of July,
And summertime has the blighted pomace.
How do I love you? Let me count the ways.
I love your child of my child's charm, wit, and style.
Thinking of your slighted wit fills my days.
My love for you is the delighted spile.
Now I must away with a squamous heart,
Remember my close words while we're apart.
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 Evelyn Judy Buehler |
flower, nature, red, romance, summer, sunset, travel,
I'm waiting at the station;
like rainbow glimpsed from a street.
Dusky moments fly
like dense willows in wild wind,
in the moss green spring.
Then a train roars like thunder
Scent blooms 'neath stars of slumber.
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 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 Andrea Dietrich |
One week more, and it is summertime.
Done will be sweet spring, but in the sky
Sun climbs high now. Children want to have
Fun while parents in the heat may fry!
There is a way for all to beat the heat -
Where children love to go when not in school.
Bare your midriff. In the pool go play!
Glare of sun's less bothersome! You’ll stay cool!
June 15, 2021 (Lento with Rhymes at both beginning and end of lines)
For A Brian Strand 4 To 14 Line Poetry Contest
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 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 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 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 James Edward Lee Sr. |
analogy, appreciation, endurance, i love you, imagery,
the Dolphin a love Sonnet That I May Walk--
My blue dolphin, you inspire me to write.
How I love the way you DANCE, WALK and prowl,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the great gray owl.
Let me compare you to a good sawdust?
You are more unreal, gentle and pleasant.
Clear heat toasts the light frolics of August,
And summertime has the argus pheasant.
How do I love you? Let me count the ways.
I love your legs and personality.
Thinking of your shiny smile fills my days.
My love for you is the morality.
Now I must away with an active heart,
Remember my bright words whilst we're apart.
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2019
by Panagiota Romios |
drink, fun, imagery, poetess,
Was making dinner for my honey, mine.
I realized, alas, I added far too much thyme.
He whispered, “you are thinking way too much of rhyme!”
Quickly I filled us glasses, with ice-cold tonic, gin and lime.
That softened him and he softly whispered,
“Well, I guess after all, it’s no big crime.”
He was my love, so invitingly delicious and ever so sublime.
A peek for you, into my love-life’s, poetic summertime!
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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 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 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 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 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 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 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.