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.
A Soundtrack Without Air Condition
Summer
Present
Heat
Muggy
Oppressive
Both Night & Day
You can't escape it
You sleep & sweat
You fuck & sweat
You think & sweat
The smell of your two bodies fills the air in the room
The moisture holds it and makes you relive it over and over, breath after breath
You die without going anywhere
Stomachs slick & rubbing together
Cum & sweat
Wet hot greasy necks trying to break themselves
All the sucking & smacking sounds
The sound of teeth clicking
The heat works on your brain ...
Present
Heat
Muggy
Oppressive
Both Night & Day
You can't escape it
You sleep & sweat
You fuck & sweat
You think & sweat
The smell of your two bodies fills the air in the room
The moisture holds it and makes you relive it over and over, breath after breath
You die without going anywhere
Stomachs slick & rubbing together
Cum & sweat
Wet hot greasy necks trying to break themselves
All the sucking & smacking sounds
The sound of teeth clicking
The heat works on your brain ...
#oppression
#ShortStory
#summer
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My Morning Walk
Bluetooth on
Hip hop
Loud as hell
My stride
Matching the beat
Loosening up
In the summer heat
My hips
Sway with
A life
Of their own
Sunglasses
Lipgloss
Thinking of our
Lips locked
The bounce in
My step
Matching
The bounce
In my t-shirt
Thinking of
The way
You undress me
And caress me
Music puts me
In the mood
Can’t help
All these...
Hip hop
Loud as hell
My stride
Matching the beat
Loosening up
In the summer heat
My hips
Sway with
A life
Of their own
Sunglasses
Lipgloss
Thinking of our
Lips locked
The bounce in
My step
Matching
The bounce
In my t-shirt
Thinking of
The way
You undress me
And caress me
Music puts me
In the mood
Can’t help
All these...
#confessional
#happiness
#summer
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summer evening
a runner in the evening sunlight...
someone cycling down a hill...
I'm parked beside a curb so I might
have my senses filled...
with children's sounds somewhere nearby,
kid's immortality
breaking through the thoughts which tie
to this reality...
in the trees and on the wires
communicating crows
young ones' begging never tires
as every parent knows...
in the atmosphere the dronning
of something flying high
engine firing noisy moaning
as it passes by...
in the summer, early evening
which...
someone cycling down a hill...
I'm parked beside a curb so I might
have my senses filled...
with children's sounds somewhere nearby,
kid's immortality
breaking through the thoughts which tie
to this reality...
in the trees and on the wires
communicating crows
young ones' begging never tires
as every parent knows...
in the atmosphere the dronning
of something flying high
engine firing noisy moaning
as it passes by...
in the summer, early evening
which...
#summer
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Buck Incantation
Heavenly gold...heavenly light;
inveigle me to sleep.
Defuse my day into a night
of slumber extra deep.
Bless my soul with your golden kiss
to mesmerize my eyes
and then your soft summertime bliss
will cultivate the skies.
Cast all of your insouciant glow
into our minds and hearts
with all the peace and love you know...
in ethereal arts.
Whisper from your reflective height
the sun's atomic spell...
transmogrified, like angel flight,
to Terra...nonpareil.
inveigle me to sleep.
Defuse my day into a night
of slumber extra deep.
Bless my soul with your golden kiss
to mesmerize my eyes
and then your soft summertime bliss
will cultivate the skies.
Cast all of your insouciant glow
into our minds and hearts
with all the peace and love you know...
in ethereal arts.
Whisper from your reflective height
the sun's atomic spell...
transmogrified, like angel flight,
to Terra...nonpareil.
#moon
#night
#summer
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Moon Garden
The primrose blooms worship the moon
as the honesty plants turn gold
like the coins where Scrooge McDuck rolled
on possibly an old doubloon...
and all glowing in unison,
except for the fantasy loot
which I've heard is the evil root
and thusly the hue unchristen.
Yet Scrooge McDuck might just agree
since gold is found outside the vaults
of Janus Christianity
and all their moral somersaults
which forms not on gold as found
on orchard plums and lunar phase ...
as the honesty plants turn gold
like the coins where Scrooge McDuck rolled
on possibly an old doubloon...
and all glowing in unison,
except for the fantasy loot
which I've heard is the evil root
and thusly the hue unchristen.
Yet Scrooge McDuck might just agree
since gold is found outside the vaults
of Janus Christianity
and all their moral somersaults
which forms not on gold as found
on orchard plums and lunar phase ...
#fall
#flowers
#LifeCycle
#moon
#summer
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Northern Cross
A poultry flock through Cygnus flew
almost beyond my sight...
so appropriate thereunto
they really made my night.
So silently they crossed the sky
northwest to Dipper stars
where dauntless flocks all learn to fly
like avian hussars.
Strange that I heard no honks therefrom
in all their midnight flight.
Did they to Lyra's spell succumb
or were they just polite?
I think 'twas acme Cygnus
preeminent above
that had the squadron virtuous...
in plumy gaggle love.
almost beyond my sight...
so appropriate thereunto
they really made my night.
So silently they crossed the sky
northwest to Dipper stars
where dauntless flocks all learn to fly
like avian hussars.
Strange that I heard no honks therefrom
in all their midnight flight.
Did they to Lyra's spell succumb
or were they just polite?
I think 'twas acme Cygnus
preeminent above
that had the squadron virtuous...
in plumy gaggle love.
#nature
#night
#sky
#stars
#summer
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in this tranquil place
Hail to Jamaica, the Island of Springs!
Peace on her meadows her radiance flings.
Beauty and gladness have made thee, dear land,
The loveliest spot in earth’s wide, watered strand.”
—Astley Clerk, Jamaican Patriot (May 1868-May 1944)
summers shall not cease,
nor springtime, while the breeze
hoola-hoops the mango leaves
and stirs the guinep trees.
every flow’r that blooms
for maidens and their grooms,
every tear of him who grieves,
nor brevity assumes,
while the green grass springs
and...
Peace on her meadows her radiance flings.
Beauty and gladness have made thee, dear land,
The loveliest spot in earth’s wide, watered strand.”
—Astley Clerk, Jamaican Patriot (May 1868-May 1944)
summers shall not cease,
nor springtime, while the breeze
hoola-hoops the mango leaves
and stirs the guinep trees.
every flow’r that blooms
for maidens and their grooms,
every tear of him who grieves,
nor brevity assumes,
while the green grass springs
and...
#environment
#escape
#nature
#summer
#utopia
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Summer is ..
July
Heat
Staying light late
Watermelon
Flesh exposed
Complaining about weather
Humidity
Bugs
Alcohol haze
Horniness
This year political madness
They all suck
I’ll take Kamala
At least she’s lucid
Back to regular programming
Sleep deprived
Did I say horny ?
Mood
Would be poet
Widow Jane Rye
Gradation
He’s got a good curveball
The boys of summer
Beer
Heat
Staying light late
Watermelon
Flesh exposed
Complaining about weather
Humidity
Bugs
Alcohol haze
Horniness
This year political madness
They all suck
I’ll take Kamala
At least she’s lucid
Back to regular programming
Sleep deprived
Did I say horny ?
Mood
Would be poet
Widow Jane Rye
Gradation
He’s got a good curveball
The boys of summer
Beer
#alcohol
#CharlesBukowski
#sex
#StreamOfConsciousness
#summer
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Gnomon
It was noon by the garden dial sun,
which, through a modicum of lazy air
bearing dragonflies on a midday run,
made lucent the primrose blooms everywhere
and burdened the clover with parching droop
striving to retain its March Irish green
even as the flourishing lettuce group
ruled the herbal and pepper scene
set against the cinder block background grey
with flecks of moss by porosity clung
to make it through the blazing solar ray
the almanac so ruthlessly hung...
like redolence in cornscateous air...
as assets...
which, through a modicum of lazy air
bearing dragonflies on a midday run,
made lucent the primrose blooms everywhere
and burdened the clover with parching droop
striving to retain its March Irish green
even as the flourishing lettuce group
ruled the herbal and pepper scene
set against the cinder block background grey
with flecks of moss by porosity clung
to make it through the blazing solar ray
the almanac so ruthlessly hung...
like redolence in cornscateous air...
as assets...
#summer
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Should I or Should I Not Water?
Green is turning brown
Water bill will be sky high
Summertime headaches
Water bill will be sky high
Summertime headaches
#choices
#haiku
#summer
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July
The swish and hiss,
the secrets of the summer trees.
As the breeze's bliss
ruffles sun baked naked leaves.
Radiant electric blue sky.
Neon rogue clouds
hold dreams in refusal to die.
The first day of July,
was a gusty blustery day.
Sometimes,
there exists no why.
Just a way.
the secrets of the summer trees.
As the breeze's bliss
ruffles sun baked naked leaves.
Radiant electric blue sky.
Neon rogue clouds
hold dreams in refusal to die.
The first day of July,
was a gusty blustery day.
Sometimes,
there exists no why.
Just a way.
#sky
#summer
#wind
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Smashterpiece
Paw Paw pudding lunch
sticks with teeth untensils, while
mosquitoes stand guard.
sticks with teeth untensils, while
mosquitoes stand guard.
#childhood
#summer
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