Best Timesummer Poems
How sweet the honey suckled air,
long summer days without a care,
(our childhood feet were always bare),
spent playing in the hot sun's glare.
On summer nights we played 'til dark,
in fields among the meadowlarks,
to us, it was a real ball park,
we left there sweaty, faces marked.
Through darkness lit with fireflies,
(like walking home through star-filled skies),
our sleep was deep, life simplified,
lulled by cricket's lullabies.
Carolina's endless summers,
filled with play and guiltless slumbers,
children free and unencumbered,
unaware our days were numbered.
©Danielle White
It was my first day of summer school
I dipped out and said "i don't know how to lose"
Time passed fast
And i'm quite sure i failed to last
So welcome back to the one-way road
The summer i met Vicki Marie
told me if there's one thing she'd change
It'd be my way of thinking
Living so carefree
I can't turn back or keep from sinking
Brandon played and ripped that guitar
Madison said we wouldn't get far
Everyone else said "you don't know who you are"
Taking shots down at the local bar
The riots outside the Dejavu
Holly's telling me "I miss you too"
said you were my brother
We'd be friends forever
I can't tell you howmany times
I think back on those days
But i wouldn't change a thing
I would've fought a little harder
Two for one at the local pub
I don't wanna die a martyr
when things fall apart
you got to try a little harder
If i could go back i wouldn't change a thing
Even if it wasn't meant to be
She said, "hey dude
you guys are living so carefree
I too, want to have the time of my life"
Those carefree days of summer
running in the fields with my woman.
Will it ever happen or is it just a dream?
If only money came easy,
how soon I would have her released!
She locked away in that cold prison
and me longing every minute for her
to be free and with me.
How long has it been?
Spring turned to summer and
summer turned to fall and then winter.
Spring came again followed by summer,
and now fall.
How weary and old I've grown
waiting for my woman.
Will there be another winter
or another spring or summer or fall?
I surely hope not!
But let my love come to me soon,
ere I die away, never to know the
kisses from her sweet lips!