#summer poetry

[lunchboxpoems]

MICHAEL SIMMS

[fuckingwhateverdude]

8.2.23

[soulsunpoets]

| Summertime sadness 🎧🎶

[creatingnikki]

This summer give me clementine crushes and words like nectar. A touch so healing, eye contact so simulating, I feel a bubble appear. It’s not one without fear, a bubble is a bubble after all. But clinging is not something I have ever done when it comes to summer. I’ll let it go, I’ll let it go when June is over. 

Clementine will leave a trail of citrusy scent that will linger in nooks of my body, comforting me, and those I hug with love. And the nectar? Of course, I would have drunk it whole. Thirst, too, is a function of summer, didn’t you know?

[the-knife-in-my-heart]

summer is happening way too fast

i'm still grieving you

i'm grieving our plans and our future

i'm grieving the late night conversations and slow dances that we'll never have

i'm grieving a person that no longer exists

i'm not ready to spend the summer without you

[aishasarchive]

leave me alone. let me soak in the first few days of june. let the birds wake me up as they sing a song and let the rays of sun slowly creep in through my blinds. let me rest. let me simmer in my thoughts. the months are passing us by fast. it is june and i want to savour it.

[mynameisnotbug]

i stub the cigarette on the steps of the opera house, under the gaze of Molière and Cornielle, under the glare of the angels. maybe i was born to be a visitor. maybe we were born to find these quiet moments and watch the world as it goes around us, as i sit beside the carousel and inside it. outside the theatre and inside it.

[colorspoem]

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[thensson]

Sea Stop, by @alariko1 || Vespers [In your extended absence you permit me], by Louise Glück || @kojad || The door to the summer garden, by @marysmirages || Albert Camus || In Defense of Our Overgrown Garden, by Matthea Harvey

[sunflorall]

My spring melancholy is developing in these hot days into summer madness.

[oldfarmhouse]

And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer.

— F. Scott Fitzgerald (via oldfarmhouse)

[silvery-stars]

the stale end of summer, dripping away, a poem by me - this summer is gold melting in the sun.

[fuckingwhateverdude]

6.4.23

[sadowlswriting]

In the winter, I am lonely.

I am making snowmen for company.

Hot chocolate by the fireplace with a blanket over my shoulders, to replace the warmth I lack from the people I lost.

I wrap the scarf around my neck while thinking of how it feels to be held.

I pull the gloves onto my hands wondering if it's the same as holding hands.

In the winter I am doomed to always face an isolated cold.

In the summer, I am alone.

But I am lying in the grass.

The bees and butterflies fly over my head.

Birds sing to me, I try to understand the words of their song.

I am illiterate in their language.

The outdoor cats meow and purr, their fur feels like a soft blanket that I want to shove my face into and fall asleep.

Maybe loneliness is a state of mind.

In the winter, I am at peace; still searching for the warmth of being known, but content with it.

And in the summer, I am loved; by all the things that could never question me.

- Owl.

[loveu2bitz]

summer love

soft hums of cicadas

and the golden rays of light

that shine through bleached strands

it frames your face in a halo

made of pure

uncontaminated

joy

[thisismynamenowxpoetry]

Summer skies And an adolescence of wondering