Summer by Top Critiquers Poems
#summer
Pastoral Delight
pastoral delight
Poesy is the moo of the cow
And the bleat of the sheep
The caw of the crow
And the hiss of the creep
Poesy is the hush in the forest
And the thunder of the tempest
Fear in the trees that whoosh
Crickets lying low in the bush
And when the weather is heat
In the pastures you hear the bleat
When the sky is azure blue and neat
The walk invites you to stretch your feet
Come along hear nature's real poesy
cement walls reflect only morbid heresy...
Poesy is the moo of the cow
And the bleat of the sheep
The caw of the crow
And the hiss of the creep
Poesy is the hush in the forest
And the thunder of the tempest
Fear in the trees that whoosh
Crickets lying low in the bush
And when the weather is heat
In the pastures you hear the bleat
When the sky is azure blue and neat
The walk invites you to stretch your feet
Come along hear nature's real poesy
cement walls reflect only morbid heresy...
#summer
#fall
#spring
#morning
#dawn
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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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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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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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Summer's Exit....
As the wind whips through my soul
I long for the next time we shall meet again
I will yearn for you as the first flakes fall
My boat, I love you, be safe and warm
Until the sun shines in the 80s yet again.....
Its always a sad day when we take our final cruise
on our ship of love before shes tucked away for a long winters nap
My Capt will be well taken care of this winter
Until next spring....
I long for the next time we shall meet again
I will yearn for you as the first flakes fall
My boat, I love you, be safe and warm
Until the sun shines in the 80s yet again.....
Its always a sad day when we take our final cruise
on our ship of love before shes tucked away for a long winters nap
My Capt will be well taken care of this winter
Until next spring....
#summer
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The flower meadow
#sex
#flowers
#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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No compositions by Vivaldi
I was born in the twilight of centuries,
when the sun, tired from its journey,
sinks into the golden horizon
and the moon emerges shy and silvery.
O nature, wise and ancient,
you owe me the sighs of the trees,
and the murmur of the dancing brook.
The scents of wild flowers.
You owe me the whisper of the wind
that caresses the leaves and hair.
And the embrace of the ground, firm and welcoming,
that supports my uncertain steps.
You owe me the birdsong,
echoing valleys and mountains
and the silence of the...
when the sun, tired from its journey,
sinks into the golden horizon
and the moon emerges shy and silvery.
O nature, wise and ancient,
you owe me the sighs of the trees,
and the murmur of the dancing brook.
The scents of wild flowers.
You owe me the whisper of the wind
that caresses the leaves and hair.
And the embrace of the ground, firm and welcoming,
that supports my uncertain steps.
You owe me the birdsong,
echoing valleys and mountains
and the silence of the...
#summer
#winter
#fall
#spring
#music
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We need to feel alive .
One day , it will all fall into place , patience being the observer of great deeds . Just like the summer gives way to the autumnal leaves with all the colours that shine with a chorus of choirs . Celebrating each shade and hue with harmony and good grace . The winter sneaks in when the temperature plummets and scarves and gloves of many colours cover hands and rosy cheeks and eventually packs up Jack Frost and the spring jumps hop scotching across the landscape throwing stones amongst the weeds to expose crocuses and daffodil shoots.Full of promise and delight and you see change is driven by...
#summer
#winter
#fall
#spring
#LifeChangingMoment
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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
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Catastrophe
They never told me
That beauty is power.
That wholeness is a magnet
To the fragmented
They never told me
That I could wound you
Because of my whims
Yet you would follow
Because you believed
I could be tamed
Days and days
I spent as your Summer
Until you realised
I was winter for another
I never committed
So in my eyes
I held no real ties
And now I've
Been thrown ropes
From each direction
Each begging me
For my attention ...
That beauty is power.
That wholeness is a magnet
To the fragmented
They never told me
That I could wound you
Because of my whims
Yet you would follow
Because you believed
I could be tamed
Days and days
I spent as your Summer
Until you realised
I was winter for another
I never committed
So in my eyes
I held no real ties
And now I've
Been thrown ropes
From each direction
Each begging me
For my attention ...
#love
#summer
#winter
#learning
#metaphor
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days like these
in a
loose
fitting frock and
open sandals on
her feet
she looks
pretty neat in
a breeze
loose
fitting frock and
open sandals on
her feet
she looks
pretty neat in
a breeze
#summer
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