The world is water
to these bronzed boys
on their surfboards,
riding the sexual waves
like so many fearless
death on bucking
broncos of foam.
On the beach at Santorini
we ate those tiny silverfish
Warm weather, vacations, and days of sun and the beach: June, July, and August (and the first few weeks of September) have inspired their fair share of summer poems. Browse our selection of poems about the summer season.
|2013||[I'm not with my]||Joshua Beckman|
|1896||Warm Summer Sun||Mark Twain|
|1993||Vertumnal [excerpt]||Stephen Yenser|
|2017||Varieties of Internal Torment||David Hernandez|
|2011||Toothpaste Kids Sunburn||Jordan Davis|
|1783||To Summer||William Blake|