Summer by Top Critiquers Poems
#summer
Fall, with Open Arms
Round here, the summers are brutal
Today it was One-0-Eight
(That’s 42 to some of you)
It’s so hot your skin can fry and bake
‘Round here, summer starts in April
And sometimes lasts past September
Why did I move to this place?
Dang it, I wish I could remember
But once the season changes
And the sun has a new position
Something magical happens
I begin to have a sunnier disposition
The cool breeze brings bright memories
Of my college years, of freshman days
When youth and opportunity seemed endless
When...
Today it was One-0-Eight
(That’s 42 to some of you)
It’s so hot your skin can fry and bake
‘Round here, summer starts in April
And sometimes lasts past September
Why did I move to this place?
Dang it, I wish I could remember
But once the season changes
And the sun has a new position
Something magical happens
I begin to have a sunnier disposition
The cool breeze brings bright memories
Of my college years, of freshman days
When youth and opportunity seemed endless
When...
#summer
#fall
#memories #aging
#memories #aging
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Visions Of September
It is the Autumn, of your eyes
I see them clear, I know them wise...
On Spring's green hill, we danced amongst pine
sprouting up and about, in pure sunshine
We spun our arms, we held on fast
impatient feet slipping, on dew-dipped grass
We fell together, two lovers too young
to love anything more, than having fun
We chewed on weeds and stared at the sky
layed amongst creatures too small to try
To see for themselves what all we've seen
a sun that wakens us, to the awe of Spring
...
I see them clear, I know them wise...
On Spring's green hill, we danced amongst pine
sprouting up and about, in pure sunshine
We spun our arms, we held on fast
impatient feet slipping, on dew-dipped grass
We fell together, two lovers too young
to love anything more, than having fun
We chewed on weeds and stared at the sky
layed amongst creatures too small to try
To see for themselves what all we've seen
a sun that wakens us, to the awe of Spring
...
#fall
#spring
#summer #winter
#summer #winter
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Same As Last Year
The green yella's in the heat
Wilts
Leaves droop in the swelter
The shade's hot
The sunlight's hotter
Not enough breeze
To even stir the leaves
It's said, "Only mad dogs and Englishmen
Go out in the heat of the midday sun"
Southerners take the beat down too
Dog days
Red necks
And farmer's tans
The black top sizzles
Red clay dust
Powders washed out gray asphalt
Need rain
Temps dancing near 100 for days
Say it might drop to 88
And give us a break ...
Wilts
Leaves droop in the swelter
The shade's hot
The sunlight's hotter
Not enough breeze
To even stir the leaves
It's said, "Only mad dogs and Englishmen
Go out in the heat of the midday sun"
Southerners take the beat down too
Dog days
Red necks
And farmer's tans
The black top sizzles
Red clay dust
Powders washed out gray asphalt
Need rain
Temps dancing near 100 for days
Say it might drop to 88
And give us a break ...
#summer
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it reminds me of someone
every spring,
veins slowly
crawl up my
back fence,
find rest at the
top,
then lazily drape
over the other side
in the summer's
yellow, garish
heat:
seeing nothing,
feeling nothing,
knowing nothing.
Mary Surratt
in
green.
veins slowly
crawl up my
back fence,
find rest at the
top,
then lazily drape
over the other side
in the summer's
yellow, garish
heat:
seeing nothing,
feeling nothing,
knowing nothing.
Mary Surratt
in
green.
#summer
#spring
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Stepping Into Cinderella’s Slippers (Summer)
Infusing the need in me to want to explore, to conquer
You taste the purest essence of me
I palate your wants, covet your desires, feather stroke your yearns
Inscribe your lust found deep in the core of me
Oh God…it’s so sensual
Two butterflies’ dancing within the midst of the wind
Giving life anew of unified hearts, joyous of self, its rebirth
Love sailing upon a soft breeze
Enlightening souls seeking beautiful whispers in the dark
Breath to breath
Searching for the essential of his intellect
Beautiful minds spiraling ...
You taste the purest essence of me
I palate your wants, covet your desires, feather stroke your yearns
Inscribe your lust found deep in the core of me
Oh God…it’s so sensual
Two butterflies’ dancing within the midst of the wind
Giving life anew of unified hearts, joyous of self, its rebirth
Love sailing upon a soft breeze
Enlightening souls seeking beautiful whispers in the dark
Breath to breath
Searching for the essential of his intellect
Beautiful minds spiraling ...
#love
#sensual
#flowers
#seductive
#summer
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cool
summer was cooler this year,
and I don’t mean that in
a kid’s way of talking, but it wasn’t
particularly warm
and I don’t mean that in
a kid’s way of talking, but it wasn’t
particularly warm
#summer
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Skechers for Scorpions
Yesterday, I almost stepped on a scorpion.
In sandals.
I wore the sandals,
not the scorpion
But perhaps I wasn't alone.
For had I stopped to observe very, very carefully,
there is the slightest possibility
that I might have seen
eight tiny stylish summer shoes.
In sandals.
I wore the sandals,
not the scorpion
But perhaps I wasn't alone.
For had I stopped to observe very, very carefully,
there is the slightest possibility
that I might have seen
eight tiny stylish summer shoes.
#animals
#summer
#funny #MyInspiration
#funny #MyInspiration
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Twinkling fairy lights
Visual poem
#forest
#summer
#night #magic
#night #magic
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Trite, cliché, pretentious
I do so want to compare thee to a summer’s day,
and let your temperance fall like spun sugar on my lips:
But face it, baby,
you ain’t temperate,
and
I live in the subtropics.
So fuck it.
Fuck the peppermint dreams I’d think
if it wasn’t
(if you weren’t)…
So…
Damn…
Hot… .
When I compare you to a summer’s day,
I’m thinking humid, sultry, sticky, wet,
so damn hot I have to pull apart my thighs,
as your candy kisses melt like welts against my bare shoulders.
And...
and let your temperance fall like spun sugar on my lips:
But face it, baby,
you ain’t temperate,
and
I live in the subtropics.
So fuck it.
Fuck the peppermint dreams I’d think
if it wasn’t
(if you weren’t)…
So…
Damn…
Hot… .
When I compare you to a summer’s day,
I’m thinking humid, sultry, sticky, wet,
so damn hot I have to pull apart my thighs,
as your candy kisses melt like welts against my bare shoulders.
And...
#erotic
#summer
#sensual
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Beltane blues on a winter’s day haiku
Beltane blues on a winter’s day haiku
pink blush
of her sunset cheeks
glow of youth
hidden
in her turtle neck sweater
golden hills of Eden
path of palms
for her evening stroll
heavenly parade
scent
of mown grass
she gathers her skirt
her masala dish
dazzles my taste buds
she winks
the pleats
of her windblown skirt
naked summer
pink blush
of her sunset cheeks
glow of youth
hidden
in her turtle neck sweater
golden hills of Eden
path of palms
for her evening stroll
heavenly parade
scent
of mown grass
she gathers her skirt
her masala dish
dazzles my taste buds
she winks
the pleats
of her windblown skirt
naked summer
#beauty
#haiku
#sensual
#summer
#women
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bird in her nest
look up,
high up,
hid from
the
summer
heat
in the
treetop's
shadow,
there is
a small
nest,
i see
bright
feathers
half hid,
the bird
is
composed
within,
her mind
on an
upcoming
journey,
then she
disappears
into a
silent
evening.
high up,
hid from
the
summer
heat
in the
treetop's
shadow,
there is
a small
nest,
i see
bright
feathers
half hid,
the bird
is
composed
within,
her mind
on an
upcoming
journey,
then she
disappears
into a
silent
evening.
#birds
#morning
#summer #trees
#summer #trees
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Wise Moments In The Wild
Around The Future
i spent the morning on the mountain, roaming like a drifter searching a new way
to chase away my stress, and spill out the bitter spleen in my heart, striding along,
passing every stone, climbing each rock, hearing every bird sending his complains, filling the dead void with a thousand sighs..
The pine forest lies quite on the steep rocky plain, anchored firmly to a childhood earth,
as some joyous robins and goldfinch broke my thoughts with a twitter and a gentle birdie scream,
Seemingly, Spring has sped some happy harbingers...
i spent the morning on the mountain, roaming like a drifter searching a new way
to chase away my stress, and spill out the bitter spleen in my heart, striding along,
passing every stone, climbing each rock, hearing every bird sending his complains, filling the dead void with a thousand sighs..
The pine forest lies quite on the steep rocky plain, anchored firmly to a childhood earth,
as some joyous robins and goldfinch broke my thoughts with a twitter and a gentle birdie scream,
Seemingly, Spring has sped some happy harbingers...
#admiration
#emotions
#inspirational
#summer
#TimeHeals
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