Best Summertime Poems
Summertime heats the birds and bonny boughs.
Wings lighthearted and flapping with the breeze.
Likewise, the scent of honeysuckles arouse
A ring - the wedding bells of buzzing bees.
Yet, the downpour of sweat, the pavement roast,
Burnt on both sides. Oh never mind… The sun
Resounds the flute, and cheers with champagne toast,
The budding lips of two becoming one.
See! Doesn’t matter! The roses, all in bloom.
White cocklebells a gushing veil of June.
The butterfly dispels the Winter’s gloom.
Lights up bride’s eyes and cricket’s honey moon.
Fireflies, amidst the dancing guests, in flight.
Fireworks light up the countenance of night.
Summertime Fun – On the Beach
When I’m feeling hot, hot, hot,
the beach is certainly my ideal fun spot!
Wearing sunglasses and floppy hat plopped on my head,
I’m lunging under an umbrella in my bathing suit so red.
As I play with my bare feet in the warm sand,
for me summertime on the beach is always grand!
After a few sun-drenched laps in the salty ocean,
I’m ready for a full-body massage with baby oil or suntan lotion.
Feeling very relaxed, sipping on a frosty virgin pina colada,
this is definitely summertime fun for Pandita!
Just imagine coconut trees swaying in a light breeze,
that’s a picture I like – so freeze frame – please!
05-29-2015
Contest: Summertime Fun
Sponsor: Debbie Guzzi
Placement: HM
I think of summertime as an old friend,
for it’s when school let out and I could play!
Just like a young girl, still I hate its end.
I know that summer’s just around the bend
when warmer days begin in early May.
I think of summertime as an old friend.
I long for days when at the pool I’d spend
my time with pals. In sun’s gold rays I lay!
Just like a young girl, still I hate its end.
On that vacation yearly I’d depend
for carefree days that left me no dismay.
I think of summertime as an old friend.
I always wished so badly to extend
those happy times that each fall went away.
Just like a young girl, still I hate its end.
Romantic August poetry I’ve penned.
I’d go back to those nights with no delay!
I think of summertime as an old friend.
Just like a young girl, still I hate its end.
Aug. 23, 2022
For L. Milton Hankins' First Person Villanelle Poetry Contest
Sing to the tune of Jingle Bell Rock:
Summertime, summertime, summer time rocks.
Summertime comes and kids yell hurrah.
Bikin’ and swimmin’ at some park’s big pool;
in the summertime, no more school!
Summertime, summertime, summertime rocks.
Summertime’s fun when school is all done.
Playin’ and stayin’ in summer time’s mood,
good times are pursued!
Barbecue time is a great time
with family outdoors.
Barbecue time is the best time
to roast hot dogs and to have s’mores!
Oh what fun – here it comes – Fourth of July -
summer time’s big event.
Picnics, parades, and then watchin’ the sky
for the fireworks’ ascent.
Summertime, summertime, summertime rocks.
Summertime comes and kids yell hurrah.
Bikin’ and swimmin’ at some park’s big pool;
in the summertime, no more school!
Summertime, summertime, summertime rocks.
Summertime’s fun when school is all done.
Playin’ and stayin’ in summer time’s mood,
good times are pursued!
Disneyland or the beach – fun times for all.
Hosing down, lose those socks!
Baseball and snow cones and havin’ a ball.
That’s 'cause summertime,
that’s 'cause summertime,
that’s 'cause summertime rocks!
wisteria scent
drifting on a zephyr breeze ...
i can’t stop sneezing
in nature's splendour
magical summer moments ~
an essential joy
dog days humid breeze
a chilled glass of lemonade
soaking wet with sweat
~Contest: Favorite Nature Haiku
~Sponsor: Constance La France
Summertime, summertime, summertime bop
Come why not to the summertime hop
Movin’ n’ groovin’ dancers everywhere
Wearing flowers in their hair.
Summertime, summertime, summertime bop
Boppin’ around the clock till one drops
Swingin’ and swayin’ havin’ a great time
Until midnight chimes.
For young hearts it’s a brill time
To bop away all day
Summertime’s a dreamtime
For gathering friends along the way.
Boy meets girl and girl meets boy
As billowin’ breeze blows
Romance fills the air
As the summertime flows.
On your feet, to the beat, dance in the street
Give it all you have got
Rotate those hips, do the jive and the twist
Maybe try a fox trot.
For that’s summertime
Yes that’s summertime
That’s the summertime bop.
Summer is the most awaiting season
Reservoir of holidays and pleasure
Great time for us with its major reason-
To delight everyone beyond measure
Summer sun will shine gaily all day long
Inviting us to enjoy all outdoors
Paean of beckoning blue waves prolong
To declare beaches’ comforts and splendor
Fire tree flowers bloom and blaze with the sun
Golden showers, sunflowers raise high to brag
Wear straw hats on the field, play, twirl and run
Capture great moments with photos then tag
Bask in the bliss of summer’s provisions
Savor the air warmed with nature’s passions
Summer times are spent in the orchard of apples and pears
That old wooden rope swing; all frayed, from over the years
Hazy days in the summer house, watching the children play
Puppy dogs running around chasing the butterflies all a gay
Homemade lemonade. and jam sandwiches cut into squares
How we all loved to go into the fruit orchard, over the years
Gals in their light cotton frocks, and the boys in short shorts
Gran; with her wicker basket, taking flower cuttings of sorts
Grandpa; in his shirt with sleeves rolled up sawing the wood
Making all the lost wooden tiles, on the summer house good
Papa would arrive after a long working day pop ices in hand
This home as his castle and the garden and orchard his land
Seen it all blossom, with a loving wife, watched it all expand
As loving gestures given between them; they so understand
That this beautiful dream was built; surrounded by true love
With praises given to HE, who blessed this home from above
The tint of departing spring leaves for me
a bunch of red rose I keep in my heart
with touch of love as soft as dew could be,
in summer heat the flowers won’t get hurt.
In moon-splashed hot summer night I take you
to the brook’s blue bank through silken stardust.
In the vase of my heart rose of pink hue
glows in flamboyant flame of lustrous lust.
With the murmuring tune of torrid stream,
fervent music of yearning I compose.
In your eyes its cadence pulsates my dream,
enticed by my longing the lids don’t close.
Before I stop to sing summertime song,
beguiled, I will feel, to me you belong.
fishing pole… new mud hole… swimming pool
summer breeze… scorching heat… splash of rain
laughing loud… giggling soft… summertime
Copyright © 2013 By Caryl S. Muzzey
Summer fun in the glorious sunshine,
high spirits and glowing smiles.
Everything seems worth while. With
warm embrace upon you're face.
Summer is in full bloom, mother nature
she is exquisitely bliss in all colours of
flowers and upon butterflies wings and
many more marvellous things.
An uplifting feeling from an energising
sun, luminous green hills and a stunning
blue sky. Every colour so bold and brilliant.
This wondrous world is truly one in a million.
Summertime is here
And I can already hear the birds singing
The bees buzzing
Travelling from one flower to another
Sucking the nectar they need for their honey
Or rather, our honey
Once we invade their home and take what is theirs
The sun is out to bake my already burnt skin
Making me a shade darker
Turning my caramel-coloured skin
To a dark chocolate ebony beauty
Summertime is here
Streets filled with laughter
Schools out, freedom has arrived
As the children run up and down
Calling out to each other
The tune from the ice cream van invades minds
As people hum to it
Over and over like a broken record
Smiles plastered on their faces
From the pleasure of gently sucking on ice lollies
A welcome relief to dehydrated lips
Summertime is here
Flowers are in bloom
My once dull garden
Now a shade of every colour
Butterfly and ladybug
Alive again
As the earth spins on its rightful axis
Lovers are out
Sharing kisses under big oak tree
A lover’s nest
Their laughter filling the air
As they lay on their blankets
Summertime is here
Achoos and misery befall me
Runny nose, like a water hose
Itchy eyes, an unexpected pleasure
Drowsing me, slipping in and out of consciousness
Summertime is here
And so is my hay fever
It's summertime and time to have some fun. Put away my coats and boots and
find that box of flip flops, sundresses and shorts. Oh, so many wonderful things
to do and to behold . . .
pick some wildflowers in the woods
I could wear pretty sundresses every day
go for a city hike
the farmers market is calling
how about a picnic in the park
lets go feed the swans
and dangle our feet in a cool stream
we can walk barefoot on the beach
collect some pretty rocks and shells
watch the sunset
take a country drive (the scenery is lovely)
blow bubbles in the air just because
go to a fair and play some games
ride the roller coaster and merry-go-round
go for a boat ride
sip a drink on a restaurant patio
maybe a drive-in, honey
or we could snuggle on the porch swing
listen to the crickets sing
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May 25, 2015
Poetry/List/Summertime
Copyright Protected, ID 05-677-041-25
All Rights Reserved, 2015, Constance La France
Written for the Standard Contest, Summertime
Sponsor, Janis Thompson, Judged 2015
Eighth Place
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Written for the contest, Summertime Fun
sponsor, Debbie Guzzie, Judged
Fifth Place