Summer Poems
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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The Warmth of Summer
by Lee-Ann Azzopardi
Let's dance on the beach
And squeeze the sand between our toes
As we feel the warmth of summer
It has kissed our skin with joy
How we longed for it
During the wintry cold
Where in the darkened skies
The season seems longer before the dawn
We wait for the tenderness
Of the heat to return
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Lament
by Dylan Thomas
When I was a windy boy and a bit
And the black spit of the chapel fold,
(Sighed the old ram rod, dying of women),
I tiptoed shy in the gooseberry wood,
The rude owl cried like a tell-tale tit,
I skipped in a blush as the big girls rolled
Nine-pin down on donkey's common,
And on seesaw sunday nights I wooed
Whoever I would with my wicked eyes,
The whole of the moon I could love and leave
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Tears, Idle Tears
by Alfred Lord Tennyson
Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean,
Tears from the depth of some divine despair
Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes,
In looking on the happy Autumn-fields,
And thinking of the days that are no more.
Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail,
That brings our friends up from the underworld,
Sad as the last which reddens over one
That sinks with all we love below the verge;
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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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The Warmth of Summer
by Lee-Ann Azzopardi
Let's dance on the beach
And squeeze the sand between our toes
As we feel the warmth of summer
It has kissed our skin with joy
How we longed for it
During the wintry cold
Where in the darkened skies
The season seems longer before the dawn
We wait for the tenderness
Of the heat to return
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Peaches
by Everleigh Blackburn
In the orchard's warm embrace,
sunlight drips like honey,
peaches, blushing,
their skin soft as a lover's touch,
each one a promise of summer.
Fingers brush against velvet,
pluck the ripest,
juice runs like laughter,
filling the spaces between moments,
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Barefoot On The Edge Of Innocence
by Everleigh Blackburn
barefoot on the edge of innocence,
laughter spilling like petals
in a summer breeze.
eyes glinting with mischief,
a wildflower in a garden of rules,
her spirit ignites whispers—
soft shadows of temptation
wrapped in the silk of youth.
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Dog Days of Summer
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Alice Hubbard's home was not ever cluttered, like azure roses, in rows.
Full of sun, the panes were never shuttered, typical where love grows.
Alice was fondly called, 'Old Mother Hubbard,' by people of the town;
And her dog, Bandit, was often spoilt, like diamonds, in night's crown.
Alice was a widow, and her children were grown. She still enjoyed life.
She and Bandit were blithe companions, like rainbow, since dark strife.
Dear Alice became somewhat forgetful, like absentminded, desert rain;
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Highball
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
I frequent publicans and their beer houses
When summer deems it fit to kill
How else do I frighten time, fast or slow?
I have my way with vengeance upon the slowness of
Everything slow
The divagation of the seasons —especially when winter
Snowballs and buries all hate.
But that is another matter
For another tatter.
Now, it’s summer!
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