Poems about summer


№ 1210167

Senior summer

This summer has been a mix of intoxications.
Of infatuations and complications.
Someone who wanted to spend the entire summer
Together no longer wants to communicate past a simple
Someone who i wanted to spend the entire summer with vanished after the final graduation celebration.
My closest brother took one step too far off the diving board
And closed his eyes before he knew someone was there to save him.
The perspiration on my good friends lip caused me to turn away in fear of change and therefore abandonment.
I'll leave this hometown
In less than two weeks.
Summer will be over and all its intoxicating breaths.

senior,  summer.

Author: Olivia Greene
Date: 07/04/2020

№ 1209911

Summer Breaks

'Tis daybreak, a Summer morn; and as an orange flare Rises, it seems that the skyline burns, and billows sail Away whilst the windy currents do go on... eagerly, as
The desirous, bright star parts the sky this very dawn.

breaks,  summer.

Author: Jamie L Cantore
Date: 07/04/2020

№ 1209366

Summer (Haiku)

Summer is pretty
And it is very hot too
So we drink iced-tea


haiku,  summer.

Author: Marian
Date: 06/04/2020

№ 1209333


This is the type of weather that
Against your skin
And you find yourself
Wishing that No Clothing
Was an acceptable and
Okay thing.


Author: Life's a Beach
Date: 06/04/2020

№ 1208896

Summer skies.

I see summer skies
Hidden behind
Your cloudy grey eyes.
I won't let you hide,
Not when rainbows
Betray your every lie.

skies,  summer.

Author: Hannah
Date: 06/04/2020

№ 1208255

Summer that Dawned Red

That summer dawned with fire in its heart.
Its eyes cried with moonlight and the dreams of the night,
So soft in their whispers and their catastrophes.
The sky burned bright with vivacity redder than the earth
And the drums of war rang out.

The red sprung forth in rivers on her cheeks
As she watched the men go silently into the sun;
Their eyes gleamed with glory and the soles of their shoes
With some sort of victory
They might soon be able to grasp between their fingertips.

And too, their bodies would be christened
With the sinuous springs of scarlet
There would be no hands with palms of tenderness
To wipe the salty tears from their bloodstained eyes
So that they may see the glorious fields of wheat,
And flowers (heads pointed to the sun)-
So that they may have a last glimpse of beauty
On a summer morn

dawned,  red,  summer.

Author: Amanda Evett
Date: 05/04/2020

№ 1207666

Summer storms remind me of you.

When the pitter pat of your mouse heartbeat fades utterly away
As easily and distinctly as throes of thunder in the stormy distance,
I may go - in melancholy, there will be nothing else to do or say.

And once the rains froth on warm cement and the winds sashay
Across the treetops, and of you there is a startling absence,
I will know the pitter pat of your mouse heartbeat faded away.

It will sting, surely, to wake up every Monday through Sunday
Knowing you are not here, but I will remember your brilliance
And I may go - in melancholy, there is nothing else to do or say.

Still, the years will fly by and someday my mind may neglect to replay
Those memories of importance, and I will forget your presence,
Even as the pitter pat of your mouse heartbeat has faded away.

Then the world will move on and storms will return. In the midst of the fray
I will arrive, on the way to my own departure, a mind full of grievances.
I may go anyway - in melancholy, there can be nothing else to do or say.

And while there may be some last moment of frenzied grief, a ray
Will eventually split the clouds open; of you, I will recall some semblance,
And the pitter pat of your mouse heartbeat will roar, not fade away.
Then, finally, I will go - in lieu of melancholy, there will be much to do and say.

remind,  storms,  summer.

Author: Gabrielle H
Date: 04/04/2020

№ 1207089


Eggs fry on concrete
Grass withers and turns to brown
Waiting for warm rain


Author: Elise Reid
Date: 04/04/2020