SUMMER POEMS AND POETRY
The lazy, hazy days of summer! We look forward to it all year long when school is over and we take our summer holidays. Summer sun and days at the beach. Imagine a summer of fun and adventure. Somehow summer never seems to last long enough.
Take a moment to read these poems to remind you of the wonderful excitement of summer.
Welcome to our summer poems -
Summer Poem: Summer Night
Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white;
Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk;
Nor winks the gold fin in the porphyry font:
The firefly wakens: waken thou with me.
Now droops the milk-white peacock like a ghost,
And like a ghost she glimmers on to me.
Now lies the Earth all Danaë to the stars,
And all thy heart lies open unto me.
Now slides the silent meteor on, and leaves
A shining furrow, as thy thoughts in me.
Now folds the lily all her sweetness up,
And slips into the bosom of the lake:
So fold thyself, my dearest, thou, and slip;
Into my bosom and be lost in me.
~ Alfred Lord Tennyson
Summer Poem: Summer
Hair gets lighter. Skin get darker.
Water get warmer. Drinks get colder.
Music gets louder. Nights get longer.
Life gets better.
Here are two favourite poems that paint a wonderful picture of summer:-
Summer Poem: Summer Sun
Great is the sun, and wide he goes
Through empty heaven without repose;
And in the blue and glowing days
More thick than rain he showers his rays.
Though closer still the blinds we pull;
To keep the shady parlour cool,
Yet he will find a chink or two
To slip his golden fingers through.
The dusty attic, spider-clad,
He, through the keyhole, maketh glad;
And through the broken edge of tiles
Into the laddered hay-loft smiles.
Meantime his golden face around
He bares to all the garden ground,
And sheds a warm and glittering look
Among the ivy's inmost nook.
Above the hills, along the blue,
Round the bright air with footing true,
To please the child, to paint the rose,
The gardener of the World, he goes.
~ Robert Louis Stevenson
Summer Poem: In Summer
Oh, summer has clothed the earth
In a cloak from the loom of the sun!
And a mantle, too, of the skies' soft blue,
And a belt where the rivers run.
And now for the kiss of the wind,
And the touch of the air's soft hands,
With the rest from strife and the heat of life,
With the freedom of lakes and lands.
I envy the farmer's boy
Who sings as he follows the plow;
While the shining green of the young blades lean
To the breezes that cool his brow.
He sings to the dewy morn,
No thought of another's ear;
But the song he sings is a chant for kings
And the whole wide world to hear.
He sings of the joys of life,
Of the pleasures of work and rest,
From an o'erfull heart, without aim or art;
'Tis a song of the merriest.
O ye who toil in the town,
And ye who moil in the mart,
Hear the artless song, and your faith made strong
Shall renew your joy of heart
Oh, poor were the worth of the world
If never a song were heard,-
If the sting of grief had no relief,
And never a heart were stirred.
So, long as the streams run down,
And as long as the robins trill,
Let us taunt old Care with a merry air,
And sing in the face of ill.
~ Paul Laurence Dunbar
A Thought of Summer
The year is fair, the year is sweet,
And Nature's ministry complete.
The graceful tree-tops idly swing,
The summer birds are on the wing;
And ladened with a rare perfume
Is every wandering breeze of June.
The far-off stable hills abide,
And guard the valleys cool and wide.
Across the green the rivers run,
Like silver ribbons in the sun;
With low wish-wash they onward flee,
Swift-footed seekers for the sea.
Fair skies of June with radiant glow,
Bend over all their blue and snow
With clouds that sweep the upper air
Like angels, winged to answer prayer.
And yet the tender summer skies
Keep close their secret from our eyes,
And never open any door
Into the land we would explore.
Ah! fields of summer, sweet with balm!
Ah! skies of summer, far and calm!
Across your beauty yet doth break
The cry of hearts that long and ache.
O! give the world some perfect strain,
To heal its discord and its pain;
For though the year is fair and sweet
Your ministry is not complete.
~ Mary T. Lathrap
Summer Poem: Indian Summer
These are the days when birds come back,
A very few, a bird or two,
To take a backward look.
These are the days when skies put on
The old, old sophistries of June, -
A blue and gold mistake.
Oh, fraud that cannot cheat the bee,
Almost thy plausibility
Induces my belief,
Till ranks of seeds their witness bear,
And softly through the altered air
Hurries a timid leaf!
Oh, sacrament of summer days,
Oh, last communion in the haze,
Permit a child to join,
Thy sacred emblems to partake,
Thy consecrated bread to break,
Taste thine immortal wine!
~ Emily Dickinson
Summer Poem: Summer Flowers
Behold the flowers of June! how fair
And bright their buds appear,
As, opening to the summer air,
Our eyes and hearts they cheer!
Who would have thought there could abound
Such beauty and delight
Beneath the cold and wintry ground
That hid those flowers from sight?
That power which made and governs all--
The mighty power of God--
Alone could life and beauty call
Out of the lifeless sod.
And He, who from the Winter's gloom
Can Summer thus disclose,
Shall one day make the desert bloom,
And blossom as the rose.
~ Author unknown
Summer Poems for Kids
Fireflies - Summer Poem
Look! Look down in the garden how
The firefly lights are flitting now!
A million tiny sparks I know
Flash through the pinks and golden-glow,
And I am very sure that all
Have come to light a fairy ball,
And if I could stay up I'd see
How gay the fairy folks can be!
~ Evaleen Stein
I wish I were a glow worm,
A glow worm's never glum.
'Cause how can you be grumpy,
when the sun shines out your bum?!
Summer Sun
Great is the sun, and wide he goes
Through empty heaven with repose;
And in the blue and glowing days
More thick than rain he showers his rays.
Though closer still the blinds we pull
To keep the shady parlour cool,
Yet he will find a chink or two
To slip his golden fingers through.
The dusty attic spider-clad
He, through the keyhole, maketh glad;
And through the broken edge of tiles
Into the laddered hay-loft smiles.
Meantime his golden face around
He bares to all the garden ground,
And sheds a warm and glittering look
Among the ivy's inmost nook.
Above the hills, along the blue,
Round the bright air with footing true,
To please the child, to paint the rose,
The gardener of the World, he goes.
~ Robert Louis Stevenson
Summer Quotes
Palm trees, ocean breeze, salty air, sun kissed hair. That endless summer, take me there.
At the beach time you enjoyed wasting, is not time wasted. ~ T.S. Eliot
The tans will fade but the memories will last forever.
Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass on a summer day listening to the murmur of water, or watching the clouds float across the sky, is hardly a waste of time.
~ John Lubbock
A perfect summer day is when the sun is shining, the breeze is blowing, the birds are singing, and the lawn mower is broken. ~ James Dent
Don't only get in shape for the summer, get in shape for the rest of your life.
Summer Sayings
There shall be eternal summer in the grateful heart.
In every girls life there's a boy she'll never forget and a summer where it all began...
A perfect summer day is when the sun is shining, the breeze is blowing, the birds are singing, and the lawn mower is broken.
If you enjoyed reading our summer poems then perhaps you would like to read poems about the other seasons. Follow the links to find Fall, or Winter poems, or poems about Spring.
If you have any favourite poetry or writing about summer, please submit your favorite Summer poem.
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