Love Poems About Summertime or Summertime Love Poems
by Arthur Vaso |
Categories: art, friendship, history, holocaust, perspective, psychological, september,

Playing With Minds

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 |
Categories: lost love, love,

The Poem

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 P.S. Awtry |
Categories: i love you, love, romantic love, soulmate, summer, sweet,

Sweet Apples

You’re like
sweet apples 
in the summertime

Like breezes 
through grasses
you ease my mind

Come whisper softly
next to me 
You’re everything 
that I need

'Cause I need 
sweet apples 
and breezes 
in the summertime 

And I need 
soft whispers 
next to me 
to ease my mind

Come dream 
beside me 
and be mine

You’ll be 
all I need
all through time

Just whisper 
that you’re mine

Be Mine Poetry Contest
Sponsor, Regina McIntosh

by David Archuletta |
Categories: lost love, love

The Company Kept

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 Sotto Poet |
Categories: 7th grade, age, beautiful, blessing, caregiving, childhood, grandparents,

Ode To the Grandkids

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 |
Categories: love, wife

Happy Valentines Day

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 |
Categories: hurt, love hurts, miss you, pain, sad love, time,

My End Is Your New Beginning

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 |
Categories: flower, nature, red, romance, summer, sunset, travel,

Red Flowers From My Love

Summertime lover I'm waiting at the station; Strawberry evening! Anticipation heartbeat, 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 |
Categories: animals, death, food, loss, love, nature, sad, seasons, sympathy

Estefania Was the Spanish Horse

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
him a little comfort as he folded his wings;
and whinnying she wept a river of tears.

by Wendy Rycroft |
Categories: poems,

Bachelor's Button Flower

Bachelor’s button,
Bursting with energy,
Rapturing into colour,
Expressions of blue,
Banquet of bloom,
Food fit for a king,
What splendour,
Her summertime brings,
Spreading freshness,
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,
With happiness.

Wendy Jae

by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories: summer,

In Summertime

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 |
Categories: love, passion, sweet, sweet,

Sweet Rose

Oh dearest sweet Rose, my love for you grows as warm as the sun in summertime glows. Elegance, fragrance 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 |
Categories: love,

Myoscopic Interaction

to wrap you around in one.
the grand pupal descension.
a bite of summertime,
of falling.

to take a silent pause.
page filled with imagined
detailed scenarios.
left to the viewer to ponder.

to a beauty,
with gentle strokes of brilliance.
gladly caressing yours.
that familiar stop,
of blissful adoration.
the pain.

by Harry Horsman |
Categories: love,

Summertime In Doubt

lover #1

summertime in doubt...
love is like a Butterfly
singing in the rain.

lover #2

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 |
Categories: flower, love, poetry, romantic, summer, winter, write,

Handwritten Letter

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 James Edward Lee Sr. |
Categories: analogy, appreciation, endurance, i love you, imagery,

Dolphin a Love Sonnet That I May Walk--

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 George Zamalea |
Categories: love,


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
	Stormy rain.

by Karis Watie |
Categories: angst, love

Twisted Love

Summertime blues
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 Melissa Ross |
Categories: death, dedication, faith, family, food, history

Gnoochi With Nonny

The living is lovely,
Gnoochi with Nonny,
Fresh dough,
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 Panagiota Romios |
Categories: drink, fun, imagery, poetess,

Gin and Tonic Magic

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!

                                 ~ 1 ~

by Robin Davis |
Categories: fun, games, summer,

Summertime Fun

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 |
Categories: first love,


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 Oldcrow Poet |
Categories: sea, seasonslove,

Spring Feeling (An Ode To Michigan)

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.
Bonfires waterside 
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 Maxwell Collier |
Categories: art,

Mental Health

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 Paula Goldsmith |
Categories: food, fun, kid, school, summer, teen,

Out of School

Out of school~it is summertime,
we can swim~run and climb.
Cook outs are the very best,
love the cold watermelon in the ice chest.
Date Written:6/24/2022