Summer poems

 

What Summer Means To Me 

The gentle breeze blowing in my face
The warm sand all over the place.
My skin is red from all the sun.
Yet I fit in with everyone!

Girls and guys in tanks and shorts;
Hanging out at the beach
Some surfing on their boards.

Making each day count, since we're out of school.
Doing what we want,
There aren't any rules!

Hangin' with my buds-
Making new inside jokes
Finding a summer love,
while drinking cold, ice-filled cokes.

This is what summer is all about-
A time you are free.
Free to run, and loudly scream and shout.
That's what summer means to me!

Rachel Webb

Summer love 

Glaring at the peaceful sun ,
daydreaming of you and how we ahd fun.
Your eyes so deep inside,
your lips gave a true kiss that can not hide.
The love that we had so strong,
what hapened to that deep love, what ever went wrong?
Was it me or was it you,
how fast those summer days and nights went through.
I sit and wonder if you think about those summer days.
I sit and wonder if you just thought I was another love faze.
I remember those times we held eachother forever and ever,
and those are the times we thoguht we would always be together.

Lia Edwards

Created on May, 27, 2002