The Greatest Time of The Year – Best Summer Holiday’s Poems

I hope the following short and beautiful collection of summer holidays poems by famous people will help you in times of your need to realize how perfect you already are. We are quite sure that you will love these cute and sweet summer holidays poems collection. Lets have a look at these decent poems.

1. Holiday Blues…

Holiday Blues…
If I close my eyes tightly,
I am right back there,
I can see the sights,
The life without a care.

I can smell the sea,
And I can feel the sun,
Yes if I close my eyes,
I remember all the fun!

It can feel so real,
As my mind it drifts away,
Am I right back there?
Back on my holiday?

2. When the Sun

When the sun shouts and people abound
One thinks there were the ages of stone and the age of
bronze
And the iron age; iron the unstable metal;
Steel made of iron, unstable as his mother; the tow-
ered-up cities
Will be stains of rust on mounds of plaster.
Roots will not pierce the heaps for a time, kind rains
will cure them,
Then nothing will remain of the iron age
And all these people but a thigh-bone or so, a poem
Stuck in the world’s thought, splinters of glass
In the rubbish dumps, a concrete dam far off in the
mountain…

3. The Greatest Time of the Year

The greatest time of the year
Summer holidays
Much freedom and a pint of beer
Summer holidays
Just do what you want
There’s no need to pant

Just have some fun with your friends
Summer holidays
You got even time to watch the ants
Summer holidays
Don’t ever dare to think of school
Summer holidays have no rules

Meet friends, have fun or just chill out
Buy milk, go swim or eat an ice upon a roundabout
You understand what they are like?
Summer holidays are the time of your life!

4. Let us Find a Shady Wady

Let us find a shady wady
Pretty little brook;
Let us have some candy handy,
And a picture book.

There all day we’ll stay and play and
Never mind the heat,
While the water gleaming, streaming,
Ripples round our feet.

And we’ll gather curly pearly
Mussel shells while bright
Frightened minnows darting, parting,
Scurry out of sight.

What if, what if, – heigho! my oh! –
All the “ifs” were true,
And the little fishes wishes,
Now, what would you do?

5. How Beautiful is the Rain!

How beautiful is the rain!
After the dust and heat,
In the broad and fiery street,
In the narrow lane,
How beautiful is the rain!

How it clatters along the roofs,
Like the tramp of hoofs!
How it gushes and struggles out
From the throat of the overflowing spout!

Across the window pane
It pours and pours;
And swift and wide,
With a muddy tide,
Like a river down the gutter roars
The rain, the welcome rain!