Embracing the Summer Aesthetic Vibes: Poems and Prompts
We’re halfway into the year and halfway into summer! I recently wrote a post 31 Poems about Summer to Read this July, and am honestly stunned by how people are loving it! That has got me to believe that everyone loves summer—its warm days, youth, beauty, freedom, luxury and wanderlust.
In this post I’m going for a complete indulgence into the summer aesthetic, by writing about summer in this poem.
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Summer Aesthetic: A Fading Summer
Fading summer
with every day I love her.
It’s a falling season
I don’t need a reason
It’s warm as she lays by me
And I can have a hundred-and-three
ways in which I love her
harder this fading summer.
She makes me feel alive,
even when we’re eighty-five
This could be my last summer, so here I sit—
love her before I fade along with it.
Did you recently write a poem about fading summer?
Why don’t you share it down below?
Writing About Summer
But I’m confused about fading summer. What does it want to tell me? What does it want to show me? What does it want me to become? I love life and I love all my family and only some of my friends but please forgive me for putting it off for just a little while more. Turning eighteen is something that goes on and on and on. You wait forever for it to happen and it doesn’t seem to come. Thirteen is like a rebirth, you’re feeling out of your own body, wondering how to be one of the cool kids your friends are. Fifteen is when you cry in the shower for the first time and it doesn’t seem all that romantic that much. Sweet sixteen and you think of giving him a shot. And then he says, “you led me on” and for a while you hate all guys but your dad. You know it won’t last long, though, because for some time you in a girl’s body is the biggest and ugliest misogynist around, and you don’t know how you’ll survive yourself. The sprint from seventeen to eighteen seems to go on forever. And once you turn eighteen? Hah! You looking at that shooting star? Look how fast it falls! That’s how fast it’s over too—eighteen. You spend everything trying to have it, but once you do, you don’t seem to survive it. Eighteen is like a countdown. Everything is happening to you, too soon, too fast. So there’s nothing out there, kid. This summer is what you get. It’s fading, and it’s almost gone. Take everything from this summer. Squeeze it, live it. I’ll always remember how the sun came up on the day I turned nineteen. If eighteen is becoming an adult, nineteen is coming to terms with it. It took me an year to give up the idea of still being a kid, and I’ll always remember how the morning turned up that day. I stood outside and looked down to watch the people pass, my nose felt stuffed because of the AC but it was just a bit warm. I stared at the first ray of sunshine, and a bird taught her baby to fly for the first time.
Writing about Summer: Poetry
That there will be summer again
is what keeps me alive most winters.
There’ll be summer again.
I’ll bask in its glow, wear airy shirts,
lie on spades of grass
and feel the sun over my eyelids.
I’ll sweat through my clothes and try to play the violin.
But that’s not all.
There’ll be more to summer, like there always is:
bright indoors, trendy fashion,
short-cropped hair and dozens of books,
air-conditioned rooms and Japanese dramas,
old TV reruns, hard to solve crosswords.
There is far more to summer.
I’ll try to play the violin.
That there will be more to summer
than just the summer is what keeps me alive most winters.
They survived.
That’s what the story comes down to in the end.
They survived.
They were in pain, okay.
They had to face trials, alright,
what’s new in that?
But they survived. All of them.
Every single one of them.
They survived.
And they keep on surviving,
and surviving,
and surviving.
And their survival was beautiful.
Beautiful.
The agony wasn’t, the suffering wasn’t,
but the sun rises on my sleep-rimmed eyes
and red-kissed gaping wounds.
The sun rises on all my empty nights
and scary dreams, all my tears
and screams, the sun rises.
And the sun is beautiful.
It still is, it’ll still be a trillion years later
when it’d burn and
we’d all be ghosts staring at it from a distance,
floating aimlessly in space with a wanderlust
we never attended to,
thanking it in all its glorious supernova.
Thank you for the life.
Thank you for the bright mornings,
summer afternoons.
Thank you for the warm grass and
the breeze in our hair
and the daffodil fields
and my weeded gardens.
Thank you for the small beam for sunlight
escaping through the curtains
and stabbing straight into my eye,
thank you for the tanned skin
and the laughter in the air.
Thank you for the life,
and the light that kept me alive.
Thank you for the summer days
that made me survive.
Summer Writing Prompts
A curated list of writing prompts about summer that you can try out to polish your skill, experience the season deeply, or just indulge yourself in something new this summer:
- The summer just before you turned 18
- Fading summer
- Late August
- A time when summer made you cry
- It rained at 5:00 a.m. and you’re once again in love with life
- Summer love
- Yearning for something with such desire and heat it’s as if summer is inside of you.
- A tattoo that will always remind you of this season
- Air dresses, old TV dramas, reading YA romance
- Lying on the grass with your best friend just before you leave for college
- The summer that changed everything
- Did you make a promise to yourself this summer?
- How do you spend your summer nights?
Summer Writing: Songs
- You’re on Your Own, Kid; Taylor Swift
- Chemtrails Over The Country Club; Lana Del Ret
- Happiness is a butterfly; Lana Del Rey
- Miss Americana & The Heartbreak Prince; Taylor Swift
- Life; Ludovico Einaudi, Daniel Hope
- Nicole Bianche; Ludovico Einaudi
- You Will Be Found; Sam Smith, Summer Walker
- Unbreakable; Madison Beer
Everyone’s got a story. Especially those that happen in summer. Tell us your story! What was this summer like? What happened? Are you proud of yourself yet? Are you loving yourself yet?
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