Season Summer Poems | Examples
These Season Summer poems are examples of Summer poems about Season. These are the best examples of Summer Season poems written by international poets.
Everyone is fond of the summer season
some just can't get enough of that sun
they travel worldwide to gain its rays
but the other seasons are required as one
Now here's a thought to ponder upon
what if summer lasted all year long
just imagine having continuous sunshine
our hearts would be filled with joyful songs
Children would want extra long holidays
even they could have classes held outside
more fun to learn about nature
sometimes summer rain keeps us inside
Now what if summer ended for good
and worst of all, winter lasted the year
nothing but cold, snow and ice
perish the thought, for it fills with fear
The heavy coats and gloves are on
never to take off at any time
well, maybe we'll stick to the four seasons
so ideal really, to keep us in our prime
Written: July 24, 2026 for a contest sponsored by Line Gauthier
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The golden word whispers of summer fall,
And throw a brash blanket over it all.
Season stretches its emerald print wide,
To warm the woods where shadows creep and hide.
An amber-tinged texture wakes every bough,
As rogue teem signs the earth to seal a vow.
summer
hot, festive
blistering, sweltering, blazing
picnic, fireworks, snow, fireplace
freezing, numbing, piercing
cold, festive
winter
I am calling this my summer of hope
While life is not perfect, I refuse to mope
I am encouraged by the appearance of the sun
and hearing to the neighborhood children on the run
In my family, 'tis the season of birthdays
gifts and gatherings sprinkle through the days
Life has a slower pace in the summer
and the sun gives the landscape a glimmer
Rest and relaxation is going to be my theme
and of course, I plan to have plenty of Ice Cream
humming bees and flies
prismatic graphic backgrounds ~
sweet salad season
Place: 3
May, queen of blossoms, and fulfilling flowers, what pretty music shall we charm the hours?" - Lord Edward Thurlow
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May, queen of blossoms, month of flower blooms
With medley of hues and scents dispel glooms
Sweet entwining between spring of rebirth
And looming season of manhood on earth
When the world awakens in vibrant green
When gentle warmth creates a joyous scene
When robins sing their lovely songs on trees
And the cheeks are caressed by gentle breeze
I chant your glory with quills of my pen
For showering hope and joy on all men.
"May is the month of promise and the sweet beginnings of summer." – Unknown
May, the month to dream.
of long days and sunny beams.
Of Picnics and barbeques,
and playing games of horseshoes.
New sprigs up from the ground,
will bring vibrant blooms all around.
Songbirds out singing their song,
serenading all season long.
Nature’s awakened by choice-
It's time to reset and rejoice!
"May is the month of promise and the sweet beginnings of summer." - Unknown
The air is warm, with a golden light,
May is the promise month, my dear,
With winter drifts so far from sight,
The summer sun is approaching here
The first sweet buds begin to bloom,
And Morning Glories wake on the vine
Away with winter’s dearth and gloom.
Spring garden, shielded by lupines.
Days grow long, hearts beat fast,
Here comes May's warm season at last.
What season I love best?
The answer's easy as can be.
Summer tantalizes with its many luscious charms.
It explodes with abundant love and life.
Summer is my favourite... many reasons why !
AP: 3rd place 2026
The leaves are changing
Autumn is here now
The summer season
is still feeling felt
With her war4m sunshine
the leaves are changing
One tree has red leaves
Another golden
some leaves have fallen
Spreading to the ground
The squirrels are busy
Searching for their food
Doing this every day
The geese and Jays
Will soon be flying
They honk as they fly
They will say good bye
See you in the spring
When the snow melts
We will return then
INDIAN SUMMER
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Autumn comes as a chariot of nature's flame. From woodland browns are born reds and golds to warm heart and soul. The leaves, like flags waving in every sweet breeze, swirl in a wind-choreographed dance. Soon they rest upon the forest floor, embracing their destiny to feed each earthen wintry root.
seasonal trustees
summertime takes final bow
fall heeds her calling
starry autumn night
season brings artistic hand
harvest abundance
Summer is turning into fall
leaves are changing colours
flowers begin a drying process
distributing seeds in crevices
hoping for a new growth
in the early spring
moisture had been sparse
so survival of seeds
depend on mother nature
the trees become heavy
laden with millions of seeds
waiting for a wind to blow
to distribute them far and wide
as the season slowly progresses
and winter is at the doorstep
the seedlings will have to wait
depending on spring rain
survival depends on the elements.
Summer
season,
lively,
lots of
zest, fun.
Breeze beats
the heat.
People
on the
beach have
ice cream,
iced drinks.
Cool treats
for heat.
Women
in their
two piece
swimming
outfits
are hot,
hot, hot!
Concerts
in the
park are
upbeat.
The crowd
goes hot
hot, hot!
summer, the season
of love and celebration
with loved ones and friends,
enjoying their company
to cherish and remember
the fun memories
under the warmth of the sun,
cooled by summer breeze
It is the devouring of ice-creams on the peer as seagulls swoop down and attack the hapless.
It is the sound of the ocean swell with sandcastles going with the tide.
It is the overturning of the caravan as the eldest has lost his roll of film.
It is long coastal walks, the sun burning tips of noses and sizzling sausages on the bbq also burning tongues that evening.
It is the panoramic views of the cliffs while on a holiday resort on the captivating coast down south.
It is the sneezing children from the pollenated plants where they explored the nearby field.
It is the lathering of suncream on the baby much to her loathing.
It is cherished family time together but summer like any season does draw its curtains.