1. Missing Summer
The grass so green,
the sun so bright.
Life seems a dream,
no worries in sight.
Summer is the stuff of dreams. When adults sit at their desks, and children sit in school, they dream of summer. Summer is the time of infinite fun. The day seems to last forever, and the fun never stops. It is a time of romance, excitement and an enhanced enjoyment of life. Somehow summer never seems to last long enough. It is always over before we get a chance to fully experience its power. This is true of all things wonderful. They always seem too short.
The grass so green,
the sun so bright.
Life seems a dream,
no worries in sight.
I really love this site. I have become very inspired by this. I want to read more poems about all the relationships and a lot more things on earth. Thank you.
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The sun was shining so bright,
having beaten the clouds in fight.
We wanted to go out for fun.
Summer time: when the weather gets hot there's laughter all around. The sun comes out and spreads its warmth for all to see and to enjoy.
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Longer days and shorter nights,
Darker shades and brighter lights.
Louder music and wilder friends,
No need for pencils, no need for pens!
I really loved this poem because it is almost similar to my story about summer I really love this poem. If it was possible I could just make this poem a tattoo on my stomach
Calm as a river
Tranquility in my heart
Blue summer skies reign.
Morning's soft air, touching everything with such care,
Caresses a young face in a quiet, secluded place.
Smile planted strong, heart beating on.
Only one thing is on her mind, and that is summertime.
Currently using this beautiful poem as inspiration for my poster design. This poem makes my assignment for graphic design much easier. Thanks!
Nothing so rare as a day in June,
the air so fine and the blossoms all blue.
The weather just perfect, the skies never gray
This poem is wonderful. I have an assignment to find someone else's poem on the internet and read it to the class, so I think I'll use yours!
Beautiful sunrise
On a warm summer morning.
I wait for day's start.
Summer's splendor by the sea,
a gentle, blue serenity.
Caressing rays of golden sun,
Not just the sun,
It's the memories.
The fun,
The love,
This poem is touching and descriptive. I've written a poem. I am only 11, and I look forward to writing more.
Rippling crystal waters shine like silver to reflect summer's glow.
Soothing and calming in rhythm, echoing its lyrical flow.
Magical music of nature, a symphony of splendid delight.
Skies like blue oceans in paradise, birds soaring to grasp full flight.
The familiar rhythm of the cricket's chirps
Create the soundtrack for each day,
Echoing Summer's end
And that Autumn's on her way.
End of summer, yes, when my daughter goes outside and comes back in to ask, "How does the weather know it's back to school time?" when the chill in the morning air precedes the special crisp...
The sun, it fades in the moonlight.
The stars, they fade in the daylight.
The cold breezes are strong in winter and spring,
Though May did bring her deepest grey
And June did bring her gloom,
I woke this morn in a glorious way
To Sunshine in my room.
Thank you, Beryl. This is especially a time for all of us to be grateful for the simple things that make us smile. Be safe and well.
Sun shines on your skin and mine
Until it sets way after nine.
Memories made with a cold drink in hand.
Moments to cherish with feet in the sand.
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I hear leaves drinking rain;
I hear rich leaves on top
Giving the poor beneath
Drop after drop;
The sun is out.
The children scream and shout
All about.
As she tip-toes cross the sea,
she slips in so subtly.
Sharing her charms upon the earth,
I have read three of this poet's pieces now and they are all wonderful! She personifies the seasons and brings them magically to life and both paints a picture and tells a story at once....
I looked outside and viewed the trees,
Smelled the summer air,
I felt the warm breeze.
The sun with its golden bars.
Full strawberry moon,
ushers in hot days of June,
high tides fill the dune,
Oh, for those cloudless days of old
when holidays went on forever,
clear blue skies were lit with gold.
I can remember those lovely summer vacations with all my neighborhood friends, soaking in my 2-foot pool, riding bikes, sitting by the river, playing wiffle and kick ball on my street and the...