Spring Seeking Honest Critique Poems
#spring
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
Yesterday 12:18pm
Yesterday 12:18pm
Spring is near
Winter suddenly hides away
waterfalls once frozen
flowing downward into the bay
Lonely sidewalks decay, after before
spring is arriving soon
the end of the bridge lies an open door
Broken dreams picked up where they last fell
the emotional wasteland sleeps again
my love through words, encouraged to tell
waterfalls once frozen
flowing downward into the bay
Lonely sidewalks decay, after before
spring is arriving soon
the end of the bridge lies an open door
Broken dreams picked up where they last fell
the emotional wasteland sleeps again
my love through words, encouraged to tell
#hope
#nature
#rhyming
#spring
#uplifting
38 reads
10 Comments
Trillium
Poem Published
3rd Mar 2025 4:28pm
3rd Mar 2025 4:28pm
Hint of spring
Winter has finally broken
like fever chills
Moisture returning to the air
No longer crisp dry
cracking skin
drying nostrils
A faint warmth
brushing cheeks
Purple tinged buds
not yet breaking
swelling with promise
like fever chills
Moisture returning to the air
No longer crisp dry
cracking skin
drying nostrils
A faint warmth
brushing cheeks
Purple tinged buds
not yet breaking
swelling with promise
#nature
#spring
43 reads
4 Comments
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
24th Feb 2025 2:49pm
24th Feb 2025 2:49pm
Seasons Change, Do We ?
The mourning doves appeared today
I love their sound
It's a sign of Spring
Haunting
But
With hope ...
I love their sound
It's a sign of Spring
Haunting
But
With hope ...
#flowers
#hope
#spring #WritingPoetry
#spring #WritingPoetry
134 reads
22 Comments
Green_Arrow
Poem Published
25th Nov 2024 11:23am
25th Nov 2024 11:23am
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
77 reads
0 Comments
Pete_25
Poem Published
25th Nov 2024 9:24am
25th Nov 2024 9:24am
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
146 reads
12 Comments
AmyMMosier
Poem Published
7th Oct 2024 2:20am
7th Oct 2024 2:20am
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
66 reads
0 Comments
gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
2nd Sep 2024 9:55pm
2nd Sep 2024 9:55pm
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
234 reads
3 Comments
AmyMMosier
Poem Published
30th Jul 2024 1:34am
30th Jul 2024 1:34am
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
104 reads
0 Comments
AmyMMosier
Poem Published
27th Jul 2024 3:39am
27th Jul 2024 3:39am
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
88 reads
0 Comments
AmyMMosier
Poem Published
19th Jul 2024 2:51am
19th Jul 2024 2:51am
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
101 reads
1 Comment
AmyMMosier
Poem Published
17th Jul 2024 11:08pm
17th Jul 2024 11:08pm
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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0 Comments
AmyMMosier
Poem Published
14th Jul 2024 3:26pm
14th Jul 2024 3:26pm
April – breezy and demure –
April – breezy and demure –
Make yourself at home.
I’ve kept some tea warm.
Here is a seat of nature –
A trunk on which to sit.
The birds announced your arrival
By chirp and warble –
I’d been waiting for it.
I saw wildflowers in full flush
Arrive just ahead of you.
The bees buzz as if to say “hello”
And throng around the brittlebush.
Company is such excitement!
Show me your light winds –
Stir them up in the mountains
But thirty days – then what?
Oh, pretty April – do not go...
Make yourself at home.
I’ve kept some tea warm.
Here is a seat of nature –
A trunk on which to sit.
The birds announced your arrival
By chirp and warble –
I’d been waiting for it.
I saw wildflowers in full flush
Arrive just ahead of you.
The bees buzz as if to say “hello”
And throng around the brittlebush.
Company is such excitement!
Show me your light winds –
Stir them up in the mountains
But thirty days – then what?
Oh, pretty April – do not go...
#spring
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0 Comments
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