Short Poems About
Summer

Enjoy these short poems about summer flip flops, hiking, fishing, and more. The first poem is about summer's favorite shoe, the flip flop.

Flip Flops
Flip flops rarely stop
Flopping at the sandy beach
Spurting sand beyond my reach
Flapping on the kitchen floor
Smacking through the rain that pours
Flipping slowly down the street
Sounding out a steady beat
Making room for spreading toes,
Mostly fast, but sometimes slow.
Comfy shoes I like to keep.
(Only stops when time to sleep.)

by Denise Rodgers
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Short Poem About Summer #2

Mosquito Talk
Said the mosquito to the mosquito,
“I yearn for something tasty.
I think I’ll take a sip of that girl’s leg,
so white and pasty!”

Said the mosquito to the mosquito,
“I agree, but what the heck?
I think that I would rather take a sip
of that boy’s neck!”

Said the mosquito to the mosquito,
“Too bad they both are itchy.
We take tiny sips and then they scratch
and then they scritchy!”

by Denise Rodgers
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Short Poems About Summer #3

Summer Cold
It’s hot!
It’s hot!
My nose is dripping snot!
I have a nasty summer cold
and don’t like it a lot.

I sneeze.
I wheeze.
I feel the summer breeze.
I’m hoping that tomorrow
I’ll be feeling better – PLEASE!
(Ah-choo!)

by Denise Rodgers
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Short Poem About Summer #4

Summer Fishing
Grandpa gave us fishing nets.
We’re off to catch some fish.
We drop in tiny bread bits
with a thumb and finger squish.
The fish are kind of hungry
and we nab them with our nets.
We put them into buckets
so they’re very safe and wet.
My sister wants to cook them
wants to fry them or to bake.
But Grandma will not clean them
so we throw them in the lake.
(Goodbye Fish!)

by Denise Rodgers
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Short Poems About Summer #5

Summer Hiking
Out on a hike
in the summer’s deep woods,
the bugs bug my face
as I knew that they would.

They fly up my nose
and they buzz in my ear.
I swat them away
but it’s soon very clear.

That this is their home,
it’s their land, it’s their place.
So…when in the woods
I will swat at my face.

by Denise Rodgers
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Summer is about much more than fishing, hiking, mosquitos, flip flops, or colds. To write a poem, it's usually best to narrow down your topic. It's easier to write about bugs, for example, than about 'summer' as a topic. There is too much to say in too few words. Are you inspired? Writing poetry is fun and just about everyone can afford to do it. Pick up your favorite pen or pencil and give it a try!