Summer Poems
#summer
Summer poems about the warmest season of the year, June to August in the northern hemisphere and December to February in the southern hemisphere. Summer brings the longest days, where things heat up with summer fun, and nature is in full bloom.
Green_Arrow
Poem Published
Today 4:28pm
Today 4:28pm
What She Showed Me On One Summer Day
She
came up
to me, slipped
off her jacket and
showed off her new bikini.
came up
to me, slipped
off her jacket and
showed off her new bikini.
#lust
#summer
#fiction
#FreeVerse
#dialogue
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Green_Arrow
Poem Published
12th Sep 2021 12:32pm
12th Sep 2021 12:32pm
How Do You Like My New Bikini?
When she saw me staring at her on
that beach, she smiled, turned around and
asked "How do you like my new
bikini? I just bought
it online." which made
me want to make
a grab for
her right
there.
that beach, she smiled, turned around and
asked "How do you like my new
bikini? I just bought
it online." which made
me want to make
a grab for
her right
there.
#lust
#beach
#summer
#fiction
#dialogue
12 reads
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Scarlett_Midwinter
Poem Published
5th Sep 2021 00:25am
5th Sep 2021 00:25am
In the Land of the Navajo
Turquoise, silver, bear claw, bone
Shapes of tortoise and buffalo
Wolves and eagles, bears and crows
In the land of the Navajo
Spread upon a lonely table
For hungry eyes to be regaled
These jewels and metals creature-shaped
Set against sun-kissed desertscape
Falling into a rabbit hole
Of swirling orange, sands of gold
Waves of heat, a sea of stone
For human fish to float unknown
With the burning dusty flow
In the land of the Navajo
Forests...
Shapes of tortoise and buffalo
Wolves and eagles, bears and crows
In the land of the Navajo
Spread upon a lonely table
For hungry eyes to be regaled
These jewels and metals creature-shaped
Set against sun-kissed desertscape
Falling into a rabbit hole
Of swirling orange, sands of gold
Waves of heat, a sea of stone
For human fish to float unknown
With the burning dusty flow
In the land of the Navajo
Forests...
#beauty
#summer
#travel
#desert
#tradition
24 reads
0 Comments
Green_Arrow
Poem Published
3rd Sep 2021 12:08pm
3rd Sep 2021 12:08pm
While Getting Some Sun
While getting some sun,
I saw bikini girl look
at me with a smile.
I saw bikini girl look
at me with a smile.
#beach
#summer
#haiku
#fiction
#dialogue
16 reads
2 Comments
Blackwolf
Poem Published
1st Sep 2021 9:55pm
1st Sep 2021 9:55pm
Erutan / Nature
The Wheel , Half Way Spun
Fog And Sun , Haze And Blaze ,
Sixth The Month , Yet Now Waning Days ,
Still Let Us Equate Where One's Head Lays ,
Above Or Below A Line That Plays
Hedging A Bet Within Time's Maze
A Step To Each Side The Seasons Stay
Fog And Sun , Haze And Blaze ,
Sixth The Month , Yet Now Waning Days ,
Still Let Us Equate Where One's Head Lays ,
Above Or Below A Line That Plays
Hedging A Bet Within Time's Maze
A Step To Each Side The Seasons Stay
#summer
26 reads
5 Comments
Green_Arrow
Poem Published
1st Sep 2021 3:06pm
1st Sep 2021 3:06pm
Was Afraid That You're Going To Ask That
I was afraid that you're going to
ask that for to me, the end of
summer means going back to
school and having someone
bore us to death with
pop quizzes and
other dumb
stuff like
that.
ask that for to me, the end of
summer means going back to
school and having someone
bore us to death with
pop quizzes and
other dumb
stuff like
that.
#summer
#fall
#dialogue
#disappointment
#boredom
20 reads
2 Comments
archie23
Poem Published
24th Aug 2021 4:03am
24th Aug 2021 4:03am
THE SCREAMING TREES
THE SCREAMING TREES
The trees are screaming again.
They tend to do that around this time
of year towards the end of August.
They know that the end of their time is near.
A final symphony of allure and mortal fear
echoes across the evening........
They simply want to Fuck before they die.
They cast spells to create new screams
to be heard within the future herds.
The wish to lay fresh unhatched eggs
on the bark of a screaming tree
awaiting mesmerizing hoards
of persistent patient destiny
Then they simply vanish. ...
The trees are screaming again.
They tend to do that around this time
of year towards the end of August.
They know that the end of their time is near.
A final symphony of allure and mortal fear
echoes across the evening........
They simply want to Fuck before they die.
They cast spells to create new screams
to be heard within the future herds.
The wish to lay fresh unhatched eggs
on the bark of a screaming tree
awaiting mesmerizing hoards
of persistent patient destiny
Then they simply vanish. ...
#trees
#animals
#summer
#nature
#evolution
38 reads
4 Comments
Tallquietguy
Poem Published
23rd Aug 2021 5:39pm
23rd Aug 2021 5:39pm
Loneliness
Sparkling dots of iridescence
Poke through quivering leaves,
Daytime stars forming
Ever changing constellations
The sultry breeze would tell stories
Of ten thousand summers past
If I could decode the secrets
Nature whispers in my ear
Black cat and blue Jay
Play tag around the elm tree
Neither wins, neither loses,
Life dances with itself
"Mr. Squirrel, I'm lonely,
Will you share a glass of Rose?"
I swear he shakes his head 'no'
As he scampers off around the corner
So I sit...
Poke through quivering leaves,
Daytime stars forming
Ever changing constellations
The sultry breeze would tell stories
Of ten thousand summers past
If I could decode the secrets
Nature whispers in my ear
Black cat and blue Jay
Play tag around the elm tree
Neither wins, neither loses,
Life dances with itself
"Mr. Squirrel, I'm lonely,
Will you share a glass of Rose?"
I swear he shakes his head 'no'
As he scampers off around the corner
So I sit...
#loneliness
#friendship
#summer #LifeCycle
#summer #LifeCycle
30 reads
1 Comment
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
23rd Aug 2021 00:18am
23rd Aug 2021 00:18am
lying in bed, only getting up to use the toilet
it’s such a beautiful day, she said, let’s go out. I said why spoil it
#summer
43 reads
4 Comments
Cipher_O
Poem Published
20th Aug 2021 10:03am
20th Aug 2021 10:03am
Home
Flower petals
in states -
Immaculate.
Over night
serenity.
Spontaneous
sunshine.
Bursting -
wilted.
Stature of weeping.
Songs
of
Swans
Broken neck -
wilted.
Bees
circling -
Seeking.
Sadness
without -
Consciousness.
Fading summer.
Chill winds
chiseled -
Into stone.
Coming.
Everyone
is -
Going
Home.
in states -
Immaculate.
Over night
serenity.
Spontaneous
sunshine.
Bursting -
wilted.
Stature of weeping.
Songs
of
Swans
Broken neck -
wilted.
Bees
circling -
Seeking.
Sadness
without -
Consciousness.
Fading summer.
Chill winds
chiseled -
Into stone.
Coming.
Everyone
is -
Going
Home.
#flowers
#summer
#fall #nature
#fall #nature
49 reads
10 Comments
PoetsRevenge
Poem Published
20th Aug 2021 4:48am
20th Aug 2021 4:48am
August Interlude
The warm night air sits
still and surrounds
all the ripened stalks
and fully opened flowers;
petals dangling in
a final vitality.
Heavy branches swoon
insect-laden air as lower leaves
begin a first yellowing of many
transitions to come;
hunger abated.
A ground saturated in
summer rain lingers
under plush, trampled
long, strewn grasses.
Songs of summer still
hang suspended in the air
as if exuded from molecules
of all that new life blooming,
bursting forth;
The mellow...
still and surrounds
all the ripened stalks
and fully opened flowers;
petals dangling in
a final vitality.
Heavy branches swoon
insect-laden air as lower leaves
begin a first yellowing of many
transitions to come;
hunger abated.
A ground saturated in
summer rain lingers
under plush, trampled
long, strewn grasses.
Songs of summer still
hang suspended in the air
as if exuded from molecules
of all that new life blooming,
bursting forth;
The mellow...
#summer
#nature
#MargaretAtwood
46 reads
11 Comments
asbr808
Anthony R
Anthony R
Poem Published
19th Aug 2021 6:30am
19th Aug 2021 6:30am
Oh Golly
looking close
i miss out
i forget to see you
turned away even though I'm looking at you
i want to hold you
i cannot feel your face,
though my lips are placed
just below your eye, next to your nose.
i wait on the hill in my head
it's sunny
i miss you
canned emotion (laughter)
nothing to buy and
no money to buy it with
I'm unsure of what to do;
kiss me and tell me I'm loved
"this your last week Tony?"
"yep!"
i miss out
i forget to see you
turned away even though I'm looking at you
i want to hold you
i cannot feel your face,
though my lips are placed
just below your eye, next to your nose.
i wait on the hill in my head
it's sunny
i miss you
canned emotion (laughter)
nothing to buy and
no money to buy it with
I'm unsure of what to do;
kiss me and tell me I'm loved
"this your last week Tony?"
"yep!"
#love
#summer
#SelfReflection
27 reads
2 Comments
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