Limerick Summer Poems

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The days of Summer are here
On this beautiful earth sphere
This season of shine
The beach we do pine
Our time to appear draws near

The day we have awaited has arrived
To the seaside we carefully drive
The kids and their daddy
Singing Showaddywaddy
The excitement in us now thrives

In adventure they play on the dunes
Through the reeds the breeze plays a tune
A symphony so grand
As I'm barefoot on the sands
On this glorious sunny afternoon

For these days of Summer cheer us all
As the sounds of happy kids en-thrall
Our day is now ended
As darkness has descended
My kids and I had a ball

Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2011

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My swimmers on, to the beach I ran,
Across the hot, white, squirming sand,
The first wave faced knocked me rotten,
My dad had told me but I'd forgotten,
Jump the waves son if you can.

Copyright © john williams | Year Posted 2015

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kids are like the summer dew
they grow they cling they wet on you

Copyright © Bernard Barclay | Year Posted 2010

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Where have they gone, all those great days of yore
When we used to meet down by the sea shore,
Those high clouds above, just drifting away,
The smell of the sea, the gulls at their play.
Why do some think that that was a bore?
Maybe they've never done that before!

Copyright © Quentin Ehlinger | Year Posted 2013

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Sea shore, mountain top, where to go?
Woodsy retreat? I really don't know!
But one thing is sure, I won't stay here;
It's the thing I anticipate every year.
You know: "When ya gotta go, ya gotta go!"

Getting away just to go play,
Here's something I've got to say:
There's nobody I know of today
Who would dare get in my way
When I am ready to get away!

Copyright © Quentin Ehlinger | Year Posted 2013

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When the hail finally came a poundin
and the balls of ice were a moundin'
I was making love in my room
by the light of the evening moon
but my wife screamed "no stop, it's to soon!"

Copyright © Simon Kirwin | Year Posted 2015

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Tis splendor in the grass these coming summer days
America’s youth can have their privileged adolescent ways
Swimming and playing or simply being laid back
They have little worries without any teacher’s flack
Enrich they youngish self before the inevitable groans of early Mondays

Copyright © Mark Goodson | Year Posted 2012

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                                         DARLING BIRDS OF MAY
                                Chirrrrup chirrrrup  darling birds of May
                           Peep, cheep, peepy cheep please hit the hay
                                            We are summer birds
                                            Say no empty words
                                    Rising sun is bathing us with ray

Copyright © RAJAT KANTI CHAKRABARTY | Year Posted 2014

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Once there was a little butterfly
Once there was a little butterfly
Which flew up to the sky
And descended low
On  a chocolate cream pie
Away little butterfly
And away she goes
Over the hilly valleys
As the summer wind blows
To a place that is far
And nobody knows
Flapping her bright wings
With purple and blue rings
And disappears again
Like a mid summer dream

Copyright © Olusegun Akanbi | Year Posted 2011

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They came to the hills with intent,
Offering worship and praise as they went.
The rock with two hands
On my grandparent’s lands
Held a mystical song, most reverent.

One year the museum man came
From a place with a big, fancy name;
He ordered the stone
To find a new home,
So east went the rock with acclaim.

My Grandma, both worried and stirred;
To the people, she couldn’t send word.
In the spring they appeared
Holding gifts as they neared,
‘Imminent Domain’ a term they’d never heard.

That summer, when she heard their soft knock,
She told them how she tried to block,
But the men most insistent,
And oh, most persistent
Served papers to take charge of the rock.

Now the rock sits away from the sun;
Children gaze at the hands, but no one
Kneels before it in praise
Feeling summer’s full rays,
Giving thanks for all that God’s done.

[This is a true story.  In the early 1970’s, a rock of pink granite, with two carved hands facing 
the rising sun, was removed from my grandparent’s pasture by people from the Museum of 
Natural History.  It was to be part of an exhibit on Indian Culture.  And yes, they had papers.  
Grandma cried the following summer when the people appeared on the day before summer 
solstice.  She cried when she told them of the rock’s removal.  They did not cry.  They held 
out gifts, insisting Grandma accept.  Then they left.  They did not return again.]

Copyright © deb radke | Year Posted 2010

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The summer is reaching an end so it seems Just started I thought, when everything turned green Not fair I declare I'm filled with despair Would love summer all winter, I want to scream © Jack Ellison 2015

Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2015

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Look at the blazing sun.
The children seem to be having a lot of fun.
Inside my heart you look like a phantom.
Outside this world you look like Jasmine.
I can't deny I saw your face in the crowd as I saw all the children run.

Copyright © John Monteblanco | Year Posted 2010

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Just now I’m feeling quite glum
Of sorrow, here is the sum
No swimming this year
I say with a tear
My mind’s befuddled and dumb

I really need a good splash
To rid my soul of the trash
I need a good swim
For life is now grim
I need to do something rash

The Dolphin, my given name
But now, I’m covered in shame
I’m more like a whale
That’s my sorry tale
But I’m graceful all the same

To Cyprus must take a trip
I’m planning to skinny dip
To be wild and free
Sunshine and some glee
Perhaps, I’ll then get a grip

Eileen Manassian Ghali : Bright Sunshiny Day. Not exactly on topic, but....a happy song. I'm in need of one! ENJOY!!!!!

Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2013

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Summer why can't you come faster?
The only thing I praise is that I'm able to see the sun's shower.
I play through the days and nights.
Hoping June will come and be my Knight.
I don't think I'll make it past this year, without the Summer getting queer.

Copyright © John Monteblanco | Year Posted 2010

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One summery day long ago,
my hubby and I thought we'd go
to barbecue we
accepted with glee
by newlyweds, we got to know.

I said we'd bring baked pork and beans,
a salad of mixed garden greens,
and also we'd take
a chocolate cake
and six pack of beer, by all means.

The day came in blink of an eye.
We packed up our picnic supply;
arrived at their house,
just me and my spouse,
the only ones who had come by.

We walked to the back of the yard;
and passed their guard dog with regard.
And they so surprised
to see us, chastised,
"Oh no, you have caught us off guard!"

You see, in their pool, they were found
in 'birthday suits' splashing around.
"The picnic's next week,"
they yelled with a shriek!
Embarrassed, we ran homeward bound!

Sandra M. Haight

~4th Place~
Premiers Contest: My Most Embarrassing Moment (Fiction)
Sponsor: Cindi Rockwell
Judged: 07/25/2016

Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2016

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This summer, different from any other
I watched two girls to help out their mother
My kids, a job and a half
My family shared a good laugh
As my quiet time, they knew, would smother

As always, I refused to listen
Their clear, blue eyes would glisten
Accepting the challenge
A work load benge
Now that their gone, I find myself missing

Before long, I learned, it was me
I was right where God wanted me to be
I helped a friend
Meet her ends
Helping myself unknowingly

An angel, disguised as a ten year old
Oh at the scenarios that would unfold
A precious punk
With fiery spunk
In my heart, she quickly strolled

She taught me things, my aged eyes couldn't see
Imagination, excitement, to her, came easily
With every pinch
I budged an inch
Before long, I was on a fun living spree

Copyright © Anna Hopper | Year Posted 2015

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There once was a boxer named Joe;
the heat made him whimper with woe.
His paw with one stroke
the ice bag he broke,
then Joe had his puddle of snow.

Copyright © Terry Hoffman | Year Posted 2016

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 I'm off once again to the tread machine.

As summer approaches, I must be lean.

For my ever-growing girth

Controls feelings of self-worth.

Twenty pounds must go before summer's seen.

for the "Battle of the Bulge" limerick contest

Copyright © Francine Roberts | Year Posted 2010

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The summer is hot 
where the blackbird feeds
finding buds, worms, frute  
then suddenly opens her wings
to fly on high in that summer heated sky.

Poetic Judy Emery

Copyright © Judy Emery | Year Posted 2017

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it was a night out
no doudt
was time to party
we    got  started
it was young and old goats
on that pack boat
it was moon light guild
on that

Copyright © kurtis scott aka curtis futch jr | Year Posted 2017

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That would be a bummer
Dressed all up for the summer
Just to see
The mighty sea
Ready to strum up the drummer!

Russell Sivey

Copyright © Russell Sivey | Year Posted 2017

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It's a spectacular week of weather ahead for us guys They used to call it Indian Summer but it's no longer wise The baseball Braves and Indians Need to change their insignias Long overdue, unacceptable in First Nation's eyes

Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2017

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When is this gorgeous weather going to end Perhaps never I hope till springtime descends Blessed we are Under lucky stars How long will it continue this gorgeous trend

Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2017

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It's late August, summer's finally arrived Up until now, we've really been deprived Rain up to our ears In all my years The wettest summer since Jack was baptized

Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2017