Spring Poems
#spring
Poems about spring, the season when things warm up and nature germinates, sprouts and blossoms onto the scene. Uplifting spring poems centred on the natural world, new beginnings and the cycle of life.
So Much For Keeping That One Promise
Even though she made
promises to be a good
girl while on Spring Break,
Shannen allowed herself
to go wild on a local
beach in Cancun, Mexico.
promises to be a good
girl while on Spring Break,
Shannen allowed herself
to go wild on a local
beach in Cancun, Mexico.
#beach
#fiction
#FreeVerse
#spring
#teens
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Fête
Jam and scones
Strawberry creams
Sunny skies
Lavender dreams
The lawn a carpet
Buttercup feet
Flowers in bloom
Smell so sweet
Stalls set up
Village fête
Burnt charcoal
Paper plate
Dad's and beers
Mom's straw hat
Father Mark
Stops for a chat
Girls and boys
Dance in the sun
Bales of hay
The days been fun
Strawberry creams
Sunny skies
Lavender dreams
The lawn a carpet
Buttercup feet
Flowers in bloom
Smell so sweet
Stalls set up
Village fête
Burnt charcoal
Paper plate
Dad's and beers
Mom's straw hat
Father Mark
Stops for a chat
Girls and boys
Dance in the sun
Bales of hay
The days been fun
#spring
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winter grieves
the light
sorrowing
and shortens,
it's deepest
silence
falling like
leaves,
see the
mournful
branches
hanging bare,
but come
next spring
your heart
will be
full again,
when the
warmth
charms you
again.
sorrowing
and shortens,
it's deepest
silence
falling like
leaves,
see the
mournful
branches
hanging bare,
but come
next spring
your heart
will be
full again,
when the
warmth
charms you
again.
#LifeCycle
#nature
#spring
#trees
#winter
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Behold the marvelous wildflowers!
Behold the marvelous wildflowers!
How they boldly carpet a sloping glen –
Our gift from Earth’s seasonal showers.
Hardly is the desert recognizable
Come March to an untrained eye when
Spring has announced herself in full
Except for occasional saguaros –
The perennial observers to this annual display –
Perched on the precarious ledge they chose.
Penstemon and globe mallow are in glee;
Even the palo verdes celebrate
By showering the ground with yellow confetti.
How they boldly carpet a sloping glen –
Our gift from Earth’s seasonal showers.
Hardly is the desert recognizable
Come March to an untrained eye when
Spring has announced herself in full
Except for occasional saguaros –
The perennial observers to this annual display –
Perched on the precarious ledge they chose.
Penstemon and globe mallow are in glee;
Even the palo verdes celebrate
By showering the ground with yellow confetti.
#spring
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Visions Of September
It is the Autumn, of your eyes
I see them clear, I know them wise...
On Spring's green hill, we danced amongst pine
sprouting up and about, in pure sunshine
We spun our arms, we held on fast
impatient feet slipping, on dew-dipped grass
We fell together, two lovers too young
to love anything more, than having fun
We chewed on weeds and stared at the sky
layed amongst creatures too small to try
To see for themselves what all we've seen
a sun that wakens us, to the awe of Spring
...
I see them clear, I know them wise...
On Spring's green hill, we danced amongst pine
sprouting up and about, in pure sunshine
We spun our arms, we held on fast
impatient feet slipping, on dew-dipped grass
We fell together, two lovers too young
to love anything more, than having fun
We chewed on weeds and stared at the sky
layed amongst creatures too small to try
To see for themselves what all we've seen
a sun that wakens us, to the awe of Spring
...
#fall
#spring
#summer #winter
#summer #winter
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The Sound of Silence
It does not begin,
it does not end.
Never hear it start,
never hear it stop.
Ceaseless, present
at every moment.
This inner sound -
an object of sense.
With willpower we dominate,
breathing at our will.
Where we are subordinate
to the sound of silence.
An entity you cannot dominate,
but harness. No beginning,
no end, just present.
Our focus leading inwards.
it does not end.
Never hear it start,
never hear it stop.
Ceaseless, present
at every moment.
This inner sound -
an object of sense.
With willpower we dominate,
breathing at our will.
Where we are subordinate
to the sound of silence.
An entity you cannot dominate,
but harness. No beginning,
no end, just present.
Our focus leading inwards.
#dawn
#night
#spring
#summer
#winter
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unseasonal
#fall
#spring
#summer #winter
#summer #winter
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Like a sparkling Roman candle –
Like a sparkling Roman candle –
Parry’s penstemon dots the canyon.
Oh, what deep purple bells!
That decorate the trail along
Where pebblestones were swept aside
And sway with the breeze –
Not to elicit a reaction
But to accompany green.
Parry’s penstemon dots the canyon.
Oh, what deep purple bells!
That decorate the trail along
Where pebblestones were swept aside
And sway with the breeze –
Not to elicit a reaction
But to accompany green.
#spring
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Under a sky of celadon -
Under a sky of celadon -
I watched bees huddle
In frenzied expectation
Of riding a flaxen petal.
Lupine and globe mallow
Danced about while sage
Waved at me from below -
Comprising my entourage.
I saw pale butterflies mingle
Within dewy creosotes
Then came an argent gale
Which tugged at their cloaks
And then - the drape shifted
But my vision proves true -
A celadon echo gifted
To me that sunny interlude.
I watched bees huddle
In frenzied expectation
Of riding a flaxen petal.
Lupine and globe mallow
Danced about while sage
Waved at me from below -
Comprising my entourage.
I saw pale butterflies mingle
Within dewy creosotes
Then came an argent gale
Which tugged at their cloaks
And then - the drape shifted
But my vision proves true -
A celadon echo gifted
To me that sunny interlude.
#spring
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Kyoto
Her defenses,
And robe,
Fell
Like
Cherry blossoms
In Kyoto
And robe,
Fell
Like
Cherry blossoms
In Kyoto
#erotic
#lover
#sensual #spring
#sensual #spring
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Come, graceful brittlebush
Come, graceful brittlebush
And creamy globe mallow blooms.
The winds of spring call you
Again from the sandy tombs.
Come, you dashing lupine
And join the wingnuts on the hills.
Go and place your annual stake
With them near the trails.
There is room, woolly daisies
And Engelmann's cacti, on the plain.
Come dressed in your best trimmings.
You are favored by the sun.
I will swing by and count you
Among my treasured finds.
Fill my life with flowers
So I know that I'm alive.
And creamy globe mallow blooms.
The winds of spring call you
Again from the sandy tombs.
Come, you dashing lupine
And join the wingnuts on the hills.
Go and place your annual stake
With them near the trails.
There is room, woolly daisies
And Engelmann's cacti, on the plain.
Come dressed in your best trimmings.
You are favored by the sun.
I will swing by and count you
Among my treasured finds.
Fill my life with flowers
So I know that I'm alive.
#spring
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Gentle Earth, I beg of you –
Gentle Earth, I beg of you –
Whisper to us the first sign of spring.
Annul this wintry despair
And a season of life anew, bring.
From the depths of Baja
Carry the warmth in upon a draft.
Poke the sunshine through grumbly clouds
And send it down as a gilded shaft.
Clothe the desert with the raiment
Of fleeting sheets of white rain.
Implore the wildflowers that they
Bestow upon us a fantastic display.
Help the button-face of the brittlebush
Peep over the dead, crumpled brush.
Bring forth the canyon penstemon.
Make the...
Whisper to us the first sign of spring.
Annul this wintry despair
And a season of life anew, bring.
From the depths of Baja
Carry the warmth in upon a draft.
Poke the sunshine through grumbly clouds
And send it down as a gilded shaft.
Clothe the desert with the raiment
Of fleeting sheets of white rain.
Implore the wildflowers that they
Bestow upon us a fantastic display.
Help the button-face of the brittlebush
Peep over the dead, crumpled brush.
Bring forth the canyon penstemon.
Make the...
#spring
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DU Poetry : Spring Poems