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05 July 2022

Posted by Tabby Hayward

SUMMER POEMS

From Neelesh:

Palm trees rustling in the sunshine,
I wish that I could
slow down time.
Trying out sports everyday
with
my friends because we love to play.
Some things should not
suppose to last forever
but I wish there would be an endless summer.
Clouds
float by on the summer sky, 
This is the time
when school ends from July.
These are the reasons why I love summer.

From Zoe:

Dear Chocolate ice cream,
I love you so much,
From the sprinkles that line you,
To the hidden ripples that creep along your surface.

 Oh, dear Choco Ice cream,
I wish you were mine for ever,
But you can’t be,
So, I must eat you all up.

From Leo:

When was it that the birds chirp
as I walk through the park,
That I am unsure what time it is.

 You are so deceptive,
Striking with surprise, with joy
at the strangest moment.

 You are merciless,
Burning my back as
I shuffle further and further into my life.

 Yet bless me with your
Cool breeze and warm air,
With prolonged sun and joy,
Just when I need it most.

 But then I can never forgive,
For all the pain and suffering you
have caused,

For me,
For everyone else who cannot
last the heat
Though they suffer forever it can
Never end.

From Liberty:

Speak instead of harsh winters, bitter cold, frost creeping
over my fingertips. Of the clouds, thick as thieves, and impenetrable to the
Sun’s weak attempts. Please speak of hail, splinters of the sky crashing on
glass and pounding on pavements. Even the frozen lock, imprisoning me in the
house, suffocating me with thoughts of you. Speak instead of winter, for I
would rather my heart and mind and memories freeze than melt in the intensity
of reminiscence.



















































































































































I would rather that than hear a whisper of warm, lilac
evenings. Don’t speak of the tiny flames twinkling, swift bats sweeping, the
sliver of moon winking. Nor of the cool grass beneath my feet, or sand, or
waves; no, don’t remind me of what keeps me anchored to the ground. Because I
would surely think of you, and I would rather float away from Earth than give
myself up to that.

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