You gotta love the heat of a summer night.
No better way for you to ever start the summer right.
To you it seems small but I feel it and care.
I’m a sucker for that night sky with heat in the air.
A cloudless night where the birds get a clear fly.
Things are looking up, I’m staring at a clear sky.
Summer nights are the best thing you see here.
If summer nights didn’t exist I wouldn’t wanna be here.
I love these nights which are prime of the year.
Nothing will ever compare to this prime of the year.
The thing that makes the summer bright. I will let you wonder right.
Always and forever I’m addicted to these summer nights.
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Joe Patterson
Hi I'm Joe Patterson. I am a writer at heart who is a big geek for film, music, and literature, which have all inspired me to be a writer. I rap, write stories both short and long, and I'm also aspiring to be an author and a filmmaker.
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Comments (4)
I love summer, but it can be difficult because I have to be careful as I have a condition that can get nasty in summer. However, I am happy because this year I can relish in it with joy because I finally have something that has gotten it under control! I love your beautiful poem.
This was so wonderful. Loved your poem!
Lovely ode to summer nights. I like it where I live in the evening when it cools, the sky is clear and the skies then turn pink.
Lovely poem!