Poems About: SUMMER

In this page, poems on / about “summer” are listed.

  • 337.
    Haiku: Nature & Life- 30

    1. Summer noon
    Spellings of the sun
    Into water-mirror. read more »

    Ashraful Musaddeq
  • 338.
    Adieu My Fair Summer's Friend

    Adieu, my fair summer's friend
    How hither your departure brings summer's end
    You happily kissed away Spring's deceit
    Yet so soon you conspire Autumn's conceit read more »

    Rafael Yaw Kumi
  • 339.
    Season's

    Spring all fresh and new
    Grass wet with dew
    Birth of a new colt
    Dart's around with a bolt. read more »

    Jean Bell
  • 340.
    I Hate Bees

    Late summer
    when the bees get dizzy
    the heat is getting cooler
    nights are getting longer read more »

    Sarah Cotnam
  • 341.
    Gentle Sigh

    There is a gentle sigh
    as a warm summer evening calls
    and lovers slip away
    to their hideaways. read more »

    David Harris
  • 342.
    Let Me Sing You a Song

    Let me sing you a song
    Of sweet lonesome tender
    Feelings of summer’s long
    In bleach of fall surrender read more »

    Peter S. Quinn
  • 343.
    MY NEVERLAND HYMN

    My neverland
    Will never be the same without summer
    Because summer is the bussiest time of the year
    For my neverland read more »

    Aldo Kraas
  • 344.
    Summer Song

    We walk together in our summer song
    of rose’s blooms from heaven
    sweet scents drifting in the air
    as warm gentle breezes read more »

    David Harris
  • 345.
    To A Cricket

    Voice of summer, keen and shrill,
    Chirping round my winter fire,
    Of thy song I never tire, read more »

    William Cox Bennett
  • 346.
    Summer's Song

    Summer's song has had its longest day
    As the swallows bid their last farewell
    So long since the blooming buds of May
    Where the bees in the meadow did dwell read more »

    C.A. Morrow
  • 347.
    Its summer with heat on

    Its summer with heat on gulmohar trees are blooming on their best,
    giving shed in the heating sun
    environment is as dry as a person without love
    everywhere hot air and dusty storm read more »

    hemu gupta
  • 348.
    The Cricket

    ALL summer long the cricket sings,
    But in June the busy birds,
    Proud as youth, on their young wings
    Sing above the lowing herds; read more »

    Annie Adams Fields
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