Summer Holiday Poems | Examples
These Summer Holiday poems are examples of Holiday poems about Summer. These are the best examples of Holiday Summer poems written by international poets.
Rummage
If you must.
My presence here
Is based on trust
So dressed am I
In Summer svelte
Yet you're to check
My trousers belt;
I'm scanned
As if each cell is rogue
So scrutinised
Despite en vogue
I understand
Away from home
You check my
Hydrocortisone;
The lotion for
My perfect tan
Or salve for lips
To kiss this man
Accept, do I
My gooey three
Could form a plan
For bomb plot spree
A victim
Of mis-communication
Disturbing transport's
Destination
Ungroomed
Is how my luggage ends
While protection
Of the sky depends
On just this task
For safety's sake
More pleasant if
A smile you'd break
Your focus can't be
All on me
Perhaps you're wondering
"What's for tea?"..
Or hoping soon
To get away
To pack for your own
Holiday
So here's my wish
For you to find
Credentials
Of a different kind
As poke and prod
Display and sort
Where discretion is
A last resort
So one day you may
Understand
In travel
To another land
Exposure
To some inner delving
Though required, it may be
Disconcerting
Whirlwind
Of summer embers
Stirs up
From the un-mowed grass
Swept by the brooms of July 4th fireworks
Booming distant in the furled city
Up high
To the tree tops
The fire flies rise
To the hunger of bats that swoop as spoons
Banging the pan of moon
More than enough for all
The stars
Lightning bugs
Moonbeams and bean wings
Consciousness everywhere
Our heads tilt
On their cracked bodies
Statues
Still standing
For a longer whisper
In the ancient gallery of this summer
My wife her husband
Hands freed from our marble robes
We
Ignite and hold
The gold of a sparkler
Close to our faces.
The Fourth of July is almost here,
it will be hot but will it be clear?
Fireworks made me pee my pants,
all wet but I will still dance.
Pretty colors do not run in fear.
The summer holidays are here!
Time to relax and unwind.
Let's head for the beach,
build sandcastles, ride on donkeys
and paddle in the sea.
The golden sun is shining -
No clouds are in sight.
We apply coconut scented lotion
then lay on beach towels
taking care not to burn!
We unpack our picnic hamper
onto a huge tartan rug.
There’s lots of delicious treats
food gets eaten very quickly -
we’re wary of pesky seagulls!
Here we are, halfway through November
What happened to July, August and September
Looking forward to the ‘big three holidays’
Who remembers July 4th’s barbecue blaze
Sweltering summer long forgotten
Cool days of Autumn now begotten
Time never pauses; it simply hurries on
Look back too long ~ the future’s come and gone
The summer season
Is just come to an end
As the colder season
Is fast approaching
The Christmas carol
Is just starting in the airwaves
And Christmas decorations
Is now displayed in malls
Christmas light is in plazas
In front of every facade
Of every town building
Christmas trees begun
Standing in every house corner
And the climate is getting colder
And people's face are getting brighter
Really, the yuletide season is coming
A celebration of heart and union
A long celebration all year round
A holiday celebration of the birth of Jesus.
For Gym Class Heroes
Enlightenment comes
in many forms
shapes and sizes
Peaceful expressionism
tranquilizes right
to the core
Transform reality
into your
own dreams
Labor Day Weekend
finally arrives =
unofficial ending of Summer
Monumental beautiful day
Sunshine, temps in 70's
Illustrious splendor
Life is entrancing
when you're with
the right person
Luscious Holiday
tempers mind
with grand illusions
Only time will tell
if this
will last
Laid out on the beach in that warm tropical sun
Winter is on hold, while I am here to experience heaven and have some fun
The ocean waters with their bright colours call out to me to take a dip
First I must finish my mai tai with one last sip
My whole body I hope soon will turn a golden brown
Music fills the air with its soothing sounds
As I hit the water those rushing waves came in to welcome me
Never in my entire life have I felt so carefree
Out on the horizon, sailboats glide by with the help of a gentle breeze
I am going to savor every moment before I must return to the deep freeze
My camera is full of great pictures, giving me access to memories I will never forget
Leaving winter for summer is something you will never live to regret
Wandering around the orchard
On Billy Bulson’s Farm
Grazing on the windfall
And doing no harm
Apples, pears damson plums
All waiting to be found
Under the trees
Lying on the ground
When we’ve had enough
The next little treat
Into the kitchen garden
For something sweet
Raspberries, strawberries
Currants both black and red
Or for a little change
A sweet gooseberry instead
Me and Jilly Bulson
Savouring the joy
Of long summer holidays
Just a little girl and boy
Wandering around the orchard
On Billy Bulson’s Farm
Grazing on the windfall
And doing no harm
Here we are sitting down
on holiday on a very sunny day
it's really hot in front of town hall
reaching up to 27c not at all grey
The pigeons eating all their seeds
pecking away at every little divide
between the stone slabs, they see
following each other with pride
The town clock rises way up top
to be seen from all parts of town
so no one can miss the time
then you know when to stop shop
Folk walking about in their shorts
sunglasses are seen on everyone
looking up at the bright blue sky
total enjoyment is so much fun
Would we like this all year long?
in the hot stuff from dusk to dawn
we would be crying out for water
wishing we were far more strong!
(Just some thought last week on holiday at Southport in England enjoying the sunshine.)
We fished off the pier in carefree days
when girls wore tartan trews.
In endless summer sun we’d laze
when Tommy Steele was “Singing the Blues”.
Now it’s saffron robes and no-take zones,
maybe coffee in the cafe at the pier,
replaced by ubiquitous mobile phones,
like conversation, things just disappear.
summer golden sea
fired by the huge sun above
far in the clear sky
cool salty waters
refreshing a pretty walk
on the shore at dusk
Saint Patrick died on March 17th.
So we celebrate the day with green and drink.
Patrick, was kidnapped to Ireland as a slave,
a condition he never fully forgot or forgave.
Patty (as he was known by his friends)
was a sober, relentless, devout Christian.
As a missionary, he gallivanted methodically, converting heathens
and if he failed to convert you, you weren’t left breathin’.
He could burn you at the steak for ignoring ‘reason’.
To show Christ’s power, he ‘banished’ the snakes,
It’s amazing, the difference a miracle can make.
The year 461 pre-dated laptops and even the Internet,
so, I think it’s time we finally forgive and even forget
the sad, sordid history of Catholic conversion “therapy”
because today we need a reason to drink until we’re green.
.
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Webster: Gallivant: “travel for pleasure.”
My roommates and I went to Doublin, Ireland last summer.
In casual conversation we asked how they celebrated Saint Patrick's day and their celebrations are like ours, more or less - a secular overindulgence. But on a deeper level, this holiday, they say, is dedicated to the patron saint of heathen genocide.
Our spirit's levity
At liberty
In warmed up air, as real felt
As makes dizzy!
Now eye to eye can go
Each sigh to know
With whom, carefree and careless
Off them, astray
World of hardships spurn! Off, away.
Poor moth! Poor thou!
summer leaves
turn golden and red
colorful
foliage
winter haters always dread
wearing longer sleeves
fall colors
smell of burning leaves
allergies
flaring up
watery eyes and noses
not beds of roses
holidays
relieve discomforts
Halloween
Thanksgiving
families get together
birds of a feather
Written September 6, 2022