Least Read Summer Poems
#summer
Poetic_Strength
Poem Published
12th Jun 2020 3:47am
12th Jun 2020 3:47am
The effect of a Gentle Stroke- Taste of Wine
I sat still with the idea to listen
To what life has to bring
while the voice within spoke
About those things
that last like
a stroke
The tenderness within evoked
A fountain of limitless interaction
The inclination of those verbal encounter
Of him and her, intellectual cords,
In oblivious and senseless contractions
bore rumors; the intentions.
Transformed the character into acts of constellation
Engraved scenes written on heaven’s blanket,
The sound of climax and fragrance of Angel’s cloth,
The eyes of...
To what life has to bring
while the voice within spoke
About those things
that last like
a stroke
The tenderness within evoked
A fountain of limitless interaction
The inclination of those verbal encounter
Of him and her, intellectual cords,
In oblivious and senseless contractions
bore rumors; the intentions.
Transformed the character into acts of constellation
Engraved scenes written on heaven’s blanket,
The sound of climax and fragrance of Angel’s cloth,
The eyes of...
#secrets
#summer
#WritingPoetry #passion
#WritingPoetry #passion
7 reads
5 Comments
_Skylark_
aeturnus
aeturnus
Poem Published
21st Jun 2024 10:58pm
21st Jun 2024 10:58pm
Wild Nectar
Ever-amber horizons
Reflection of my mind
Aqua dances at my feet
Dances through me
Honeysuckle notes
Buzzing sweetness
Balmy twilight breeze
Envelop me
Confetti petals
Yellow, white, and pink
Impart their aether
As they stick to me
Summer
Paint me
In exquisite
Wild vivacity
Reflection of my mind
Aqua dances at my feet
Dances through me
Honeysuckle notes
Buzzing sweetness
Balmy twilight breeze
Envelop me
Confetti petals
Yellow, white, and pink
Impart their aether
As they stick to me
Summer
Paint me
In exquisite
Wild vivacity
#summer
#sun
13 reads
6 Comments
Vandel_Viaclovsky
Van
Van
Poem Published
5th Aug 2019 11:22pm
5th Aug 2019 11:22pm
Hawthorne
Racing rapidfire across the way
out of that dust bowl blaze
melted onto 5th street
rustled into the Sand n Sage.
& so it is that i am become this burnt toast earth
a slab of pale beefsteak sizzling away
as the brain sweats yesterday out
this whole town, it occurs to me,
looks as if it is
one large abandoned
dogeared rooftop, ...
out of that dust bowl blaze
melted onto 5th street
rustled into the Sand n Sage.
& so it is that i am become this burnt toast earth
a slab of pale beefsteak sizzling away
as the brain sweats yesterday out
this whole town, it occurs to me,
looks as if it is
one large abandoned
dogeared rooftop, ...
#city
#summer
#drugs
#confessional
#travel
22 reads
6 Comments
Solomon_Song
Poem Published
14th Dec 2024 7:42am
14th Dec 2024 7:42am
IN THE MIDSUMMER HEAT
In the midsummer heat
our blues are in retreat.
Joie de vivre in the street,
the disco pounds its beat.
Dresses are less discreet;
bare legs and sandalled feet
roving eyes' gazes meet.
The flirtatious greet.
our blues are in retreat.
Joie de vivre in the street,
the disco pounds its beat.
Dresses are less discreet;
bare legs and sandalled feet
roving eyes' gazes meet.
The flirtatious greet.
#happiness
#inspirational
#love #summer
#love #summer
42 reads
0 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
29th Jan 2025 11:01am
29th Jan 2025 11:01am
And now a true story
My childhood friend Kirby and I once hypnotized a frog in the summer of 88. We found a rock on the lake's shoreline that looked like an emerald. We believed the rock had super powers. An hour later, we found the frog. We began rubbing the rock on the top of it's forehead. It was amazing. The frog was hypnotized. (We thought) We weren't sure though on how to unhyptnotize the frog. Instead, we kept the frog and fed it to Kirby's German Sheppard, named Bear. That was the 1st time his dog tasted frog! 'oui oui'
After Bear had lunch, we went inside to see Kirby's Grandma. This old...
After Bear had lunch, we went inside to see Kirby's Grandma. This old...
#childhood
#friendship
#memories
#ShortStory
#summer
50 reads
8 Comments
3Y3S-THVT-S33
Electra
Electra
Poem Published
6th Jan 2025 2:12pm
6th Jan 2025 2:12pm
No Title.
So, I take my bones to a dirty grave,
Because maybe dying is better,
Then bleeding in a sweater.
Middle of the summer,
In this hot weather.
Because maybe dying is better,
Then bleeding in a sweater.
Middle of the summer,
In this hot weather.
#dark
#grief
#SelfHarm #summer
#SelfHarm #summer
54 reads
1 Comment
Green_Arrow
Poem Published
1st Feb 2025 8:47pm
1st Feb 2025 8:47pm
Well? I Need To Do Something To Cool Off.
After looking all
over to make sure she is
alone, Debby stripped
down and sat in the water
before she saw Kevin there.
over to make sure she is
alone, Debby stripped
down and sat in the water
before she saw Kevin there.
#beach
#fiction
#sex
#summer
#tanka
55 reads
2 Comments
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