Longer days and shorter nights,
Darker shades and brighter lights.
Louder music and wilder friends,
No need for pencils, no need for pens!
...
I keep on dying again.
Veins collapse, opening like the
Small fists of sleeping
...
This saying good-by on the edge of the dark
And the cold to an orchard so young in the bark
Reminds me of all that can happen to harm
An orchard away at the end of the farm
...
Flying high in my feelings
fearless and breathing
distorted and jaded
memories faded
...
When Love was born of heavenly line,
What dire intrigues disturbed Cythera's joy!
Till Venus cried, 'A mother's heart is mine;
None but myself shall nurse my boy, '
...
Summer Days
Longer days and shorter nights,
Darker shades and brighter lights.
Louder music and wilder friends,
No need for pencils, no need for pens!
The parties are turned up,
The grills are burnt up,
The drinks are getting drunk up,
Everybody is pumped up!
Make these days the time of your life,
And make the nights just as right.
This time only comes once a year,
So live it up, don't have any fears.
Everybody's happy, and the girls are fine,
You already know it's summertime!
Welcome to this Forum, Abhay. I have enjoyed reading your poem 'Summer Days' and hope to read your poems from time to time. My Best Wishes.