Summer Poems
Transfiguration
by Anastasiia Mikhailovna
When does all the reinvention, reincarnation, praying, and stumbling end?
Where does the transformation stop and the life after it begin?
To transfigure is to change, to become more beautiful and spiritual
And yet, each one of my successive reinventions
Feels more like sewing sinews to a fractured bone
Than weeks in which I praise God and embrace the transformation.
I am tired of reinventing myself.
It has been five years since I began to change–
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Her Voice
by Oscar Wilde
THE wild bee reels from bough to bough
With his furry coat and his gauzy wing.
Now in a lily-cup, and now
Setting a jacinth bell a-swing,
In his wandering;
Sit closer love: it was here I trow
I made that vow,
Swore that two lives should be like one
As long as the sea-gull loved the sea,
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What I Didn'T Do This Summer!
by Ruth Craig
I didn't write that novel
I've dreamed of for many years
Nor did I climb Mt. Everest
(I'm really scared of heights)
I didn't swim the English Channel
(It was a bit too far)
I didn't win a Pulitzer
Nor was Woman of the Year
I didn't have a face lift
Nor lose those extra pounds
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In The Summer
by Nizar Qabbani
In the summer
I stretch out on the shore
And think of you
Had I told the sea
What I felt for you,
It would have left its shores,
Its shells,
Its fish,
And followed me.
Translated by B. Frangieh And C. Brown
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November
by John Clare
The landscape sleeps in mist from morn till noon;
And, if the sun looks through, 'tis with a face
Beamless and pale and round, as if the moon,
When done the journey of her nightly race,
Had found him sleeping, and supplied his place.
For days the shepherds in the fields may be,
Nor mark a patch of sky - blindfold they trace,
The plains, that seem without a bush or tree,
Whistling aloud by guess, to flocks they cannot see.
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Transfiguration
by Anastasiia Mikhailovna
When does all the reinvention, reincarnation, praying, and stumbling end?
Where does the transformation stop and the life after it begin?
To transfigure is to change, to become more beautiful and spiritual
And yet, each one of my successive reinventions
Feels more like sewing sinews to a fractured bone
Than weeks in which I praise God and embrace the transformation.
I am tired of reinventing myself.
It has been five years since I began to change–
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Stardust Lily
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
evergreen evening
silver stars sparkle softly
once gold fades away
lily of stardust
in magic of summer night
glows in pink and white
stardust lily scent
roams upon a happy breeze
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Lasting Summer
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
butterfly bush blooms
such pink and purple colors
green days like late summer
lavender sunshine
in floral scents wandering
cream clouds pondering
striking hummingbird
in deep purple and rubies
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Summer Time
by Shreeja Banerjee
Under the sun's warm, golden rays,
Summer vacation arrives in a joyous blaze.
Mangoes drip with nectar so sweet,
Inviting hearts to frolic and leap.
Flowers bloom in vibrant hues,
Whispering tales of adventures to pursue.
Mountains beckon with their towering heights,
While oceans whisper of hidden delights.
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A Surprise in June
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Vivacious, young Adele was quite popular, for she had lots of friends;
Like night's affinity with creamy stars, of joyful glitter that never ends.
She was a professional pet sitter, doing so for her chums sometimes,
Like the chills that one may feel, at seeing summer lemons and limes.
Adele had long loved animals, and had a friend with an unusual pet,
That she cared for often, before burgundy and maroon wowed sunset.
Friends feelingly met her on doorsteps, with fuchsia flowers at her feet,
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