Poems About: SUMMER

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

  • 85.
    Summer

    Summer
    Hot, Sweaty
    Water Activities
    Short Shorts read more »

    Shawdee Bhadd
  • 86.
    Haiku - Summer

    Koi swim
    Water cools
    End of summer read more »

    Don Haney
  • 87.
    Haiku?

    a summer breeze
    cool and dry it rolls by
    relief from summer skies read more »

    Jim Farr
  • 88.
    haiku - 156

    in the summer
    ----------
    a blue gauzy skirt read more »

    Dagmara Anna AuraDagimar
  • 89.
    Farewell To Summer

    SUMMER is fading; the broad leaves that grew
    So freshly green, when June was young, are falling;
    And, all the whisper-haunted forest through, read more »

    George Arnold
  • 90.
    SUMMER

    Summer is the warmth of the first thread of sunshine in the morning,
    Which wakes me up from a fuzzy dream.
    Summer is the first grain of the sweat,
    Streaming along upon the ragged shirt from a peasant’s forehead. read more »

    Donnie Wang
  • 91.
    Although The Snow Is Beautiful

    It's the season of cabin fever.
    And tempers flair...
    To heat up.
    When the snow begins to dropp a lot. read more »

    Lawrence S. Pertillar
  • 92.
    Camden Market

    It was summer last, when I discovered the Lock,
    But returning in winter, I was in for a shock.
    In summer, the Market is in its full glory,
    But, in winter, it paints a very different story. read more »

    Angela Wybrow
  • 93.
    This is what summer means to me

    A warm summer day
    without a cloud in sight
    A baby bird
    Taking its first flight read more »

    Jim Milks
  • 94.
    Summer Summer

    Summer summer once again here,
    And reaching all over the meadows;
    Growths of colors are everywhere,
    With variant shades in the rows. read more »

    Peter S. Quinn
  • 95.
    Hot Summer

    It was a very hot summer,
    but there's more to remember it by,
    because in that hottest of summers,
    I met a girl for which you could die. read more »

    Iago Meldini
  • 96.
    A Reason for Every Season (My ode to the seasons and Indian summer.)

    There is a purpose that God and nature gave us every season.
    Fall, winter, spring, and summer always happens for this reason.
    In the fall all the trees turn many cool colors and paint a wonderful hue.
    Winter arrives the temperature drops and can make some of us blue. read more »

    Nichole Kaci McKnight
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