Spring Seeking Honest Critique Poems
#spring
Josiah
Poem Published
5th Apr 2024 7:52pm
5th Apr 2024 7:52pm
Frostbitten
Awoke, amid my heart, found frosting quick
Unknowing as to when I fell asleep
From winter solstice ice chill gathered thick
Supine among the alpines, eyelids creep
With crystalline-based breathless pleas to Him
As liquid past reminds to me old love
But changing winds bring forth, behind a scrim
A thawing sun, ignites to sky above
And spring brings blood red warmth to this dead heart
Lost love recalls in present veins to flow
Abundance melts steel future to depart
Into the past and fade away as snow
Just as the Winter's grip gives...
Unknowing as to when I fell asleep
From winter solstice ice chill gathered thick
Supine among the alpines, eyelids creep
With crystalline-based breathless pleas to Him
As liquid past reminds to me old love
But changing winds bring forth, behind a scrim
A thawing sun, ignites to sky above
And spring brings blood red warmth to this dead heart
Lost love recalls in present veins to flow
Abundance melts steel future to depart
Into the past and fade away as snow
Just as the Winter's grip gives...
#love
#winter
#spring
#sonnet
#NaPoWriMo2024
154 reads
2 Comments
Northern_Soul
Poem Published
3rd Apr 2024 8:13am
3rd Apr 2024 8:13am
Hymn to Brigid
Ask her
where those wells touch sunlight;
where water kisses fragrant air
bursting with daisies, sweet honeysuckle
where she guides ink in heathen hands
pressed against warm sheets of paper,
word becoming thought,
thought becoming deed, and deed
becoming reason in humble retreat.
Ask her
where Celtic blood quakes in the eaves
of an oak-bound house, where children
gather around Mother’s milk, a fire roars,
part faith, part God in the arms
of the hopeless. She moves ...
where those wells touch sunlight;
where water kisses fragrant air
bursting with daisies, sweet honeysuckle
where she guides ink in heathen hands
pressed against warm sheets of paper,
word becoming thought,
thought becoming deed, and deed
becoming reason in humble retreat.
Ask her
where Celtic blood quakes in the eaves
of an oak-bound house, where children
gather around Mother’s milk, a fire roars,
part faith, part God in the arms
of the hopeless. She moves ...
#spring
#pagan
#Britain
117 reads
0 Comments
faithmairee
Poem Published
2nd Apr 2024 12:01pm
2nd Apr 2024 12:01pm
With Spring's Blessing
With Spring comes many blessings
The time has come for new beginnings
Plants bursting with blooms
Mild temperatures when all things are green
It's time for picnics at the springs
Motorcycle rides and skateboarding
How I look forward to the Spring
And all of the blessings nature brings
The time has come for new beginnings
Plants bursting with blooms
Mild temperatures when all things are green
It's time for picnics at the springs
Motorcycle rides and skateboarding
How I look forward to the Spring
And all of the blessings nature brings
#spring
#nature
133 reads
7 Comments
MySmile
Besma
Besma
Poem Published
1st Apr 2024 00:14am
1st Apr 2024 00:14am
Merry Spring
I write when beauties step into my heart
and when the Muse unveils her very art.
I write when to a wonder, my soul leaps
and when the warmest of bliss is spilled heaps.
I write when Nature reigns and sends her scent
and when allured to my Self give vent.
That’s Euterpe of music and beauty
full, overflowing many a ruby.
And when poetry, a gift that beguiles
drifting, with no anchor, into the wilds.
And when in life, breezes merge with the storms
highest Selves emerge above bonds and norms.
And what is to the heart precious and dear ...
and when the Muse unveils her very art.
I write when to a wonder, my soul leaps
and when the warmest of bliss is spilled heaps.
I write when Nature reigns and sends her scent
and when allured to my Self give vent.
That’s Euterpe of music and beauty
full, overflowing many a ruby.
And when poetry, a gift that beguiles
drifting, with no anchor, into the wilds.
And when in life, breezes merge with the storms
highest Selves emerge above bonds and norms.
And what is to the heart precious and dear ...
#love
#spring
#humankind #WritingPoetry
#humankind #WritingPoetry
127 reads
4 Comments
deadwolf
Poem Published
30th Mar 2024 10:45am
30th Mar 2024 10:45am
Frozen in my cocoon
Late days sky,
Cloudy, and peering through the leaves
Winds, strong, but welcome from the Arizona heat
Wind through the Palo Verdes makes a wall of sounds
Crickets singing,
joining in harmonic convergence in my Desert, that is silently loud
Loneliness pulled from the air, a forever sound never heard
The three snowflakes and a winter leave,
They are wonderful, forming out of nowhere
Cool night blowing,
Sounds of Tucsonan stirrings
Coyote howls, Javelina grunting, picking up olives and fruits
a bat flies low, the sound of wings...
Cloudy, and peering through the leaves
Winds, strong, but welcome from the Arizona heat
Wind through the Palo Verdes makes a wall of sounds
Crickets singing,
joining in harmonic convergence in my Desert, that is silently loud
Loneliness pulled from the air, a forever sound never heard
The three snowflakes and a winter leave,
They are wonderful, forming out of nowhere
Cool night blowing,
Sounds of Tucsonan stirrings
Coyote howls, Javelina grunting, picking up olives and fruits
a bat flies low, the sound of wings...
#winter
#spring
#narrative
#nostalgia
#dawn
182 reads
1 Comment
Billy_Snagg
Poem Published
29th Mar 2024 00:19am
29th Mar 2024 00:19am
The Rising...
Easter is a fabulous time of year
Spring is in the air
Sun shines bright
Flowers bloom
It's feeling fresh
But something isn't right
For someone is dying, lying on a cross
He is in hell and no one can help
He is carrying the burden
The weight of our sins
But with death comes life
A sense of beginning
Renewal
Salvation
Starting over
The best part of Easter is...
Knowing he has risen
Born again
A man you can't put down
After your resurrection
You reigned for forty days - ...
Spring is in the air
Sun shines bright
Flowers bloom
It's feeling fresh
But something isn't right
For someone is dying, lying on a cross
He is in hell and no one can help
He is carrying the burden
The weight of our sins
But with death comes life
A sense of beginning
Renewal
Salvation
Starting over
The best part of Easter is...
Knowing he has risen
Born again
A man you can't put down
After your resurrection
You reigned for forty days - ...
#love
#hope
#spring
#Easter
#Christian
537 reads
19 Comments
NANCY_RDZ_STORIES
Poem Published
24th Mar 2024 8:09am
24th Mar 2024 8:09am
THE TRUTH OF SPRING
Time ticks faster for winter
For what's left of it,
Soon will disappear
Two seasons that bond in a locket.
Spring slowly forms a ring
Around many fields
Posies, posies as birds chirp and sing
Miles of soft warmth to blossom hills
Trees swift and dance
Leaves rhythm with winds breeze
An immaculate nominance
That triggers a serenity, Reese.
Pastels that enrich nature's touch
Easter is soon to transition its true colors
That is promised to us through Jesus's cross
Teaching us Faith,...
For what's left of it,
Soon will disappear
Two seasons that bond in a locket.
Spring slowly forms a ring
Around many fields
Posies, posies as birds chirp and sing
Miles of soft warmth to blossom hills
Trees swift and dance
Leaves rhythm with winds breeze
An immaculate nominance
That triggers a serenity, Reese.
Pastels that enrich nature's touch
Easter is soon to transition its true colors
That is promised to us through Jesus's cross
Teaching us Faith,...
#winter
#spring
#Easter #God
#Easter #God
247 reads
1 Comment
Isgyppie_
Poem Published
22nd Mar 2024 6:01pm
22nd Mar 2024 6:01pm
Spring My Savior
Finger prints pressed on the foggy window
Slow breath cleared a centrical view
How has Spring once more betrayed me
I’ve pleaded with her to come and save me
Cold breeze stung my configuration
Bright big sun that brings no warmth
Have you no shame, Spring’s false prophet
How much longer will you make me endure
Sunset flickers on the fresh snowfall
I long for beauty that can be grasped
Without relinquishing all my feelings
Spring please thaw me from the inside out
Slow breath cleared a centrical view
How has Spring once more betrayed me
I’ve pleaded with her to come and save me
Cold breeze stung my configuration
Bright big sun that brings no warmth
Have you no shame, Spring’s false prophet
How much longer will you make me endure
Sunset flickers on the fresh snowfall
I long for beauty that can be grasped
Without relinquishing all my feelings
Spring please thaw me from the inside out
#spring
158 reads
0 Comments
da_poetic-edifier
Damon
Damon
Poem Published
21st Mar 2024 3:26am
21st Mar 2024 3:26am
Sneezing Season
Admiring daffodils as they start to arise
Erecting from roots up to clear blue skies
Eyes are watering but it's not from a cry
Sneezing begins as pollen quickly rise
Despising allergies as nose begins to run
Loving scenes but snot blowing is not fun
The Sun's shining so whining ain't allowed
I'll just keep staring at marshmallow clouds
Erecting from roots up to clear blue skies
Eyes are watering but it's not from a cry
Sneezing begins as pollen quickly rise
Despising allergies as nose begins to run
Loving scenes but snot blowing is not fun
The Sun's shining so whining ain't allowed
I'll just keep staring at marshmallow clouds
#spring
147 reads
3 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
15th Mar 2024 4:29pm
15th Mar 2024 4:29pm
Repurposed
Rot now, old leaf, and by new growth be hid
to make way for squirrels to leave the nest
and by a better morning be caressed
in sunlit warmth with the ephemerid.
And rot more, dead frond, in the evening dew
to damp the soil for the fresh cahoots
of microbes and their symbiotic roots
in Gaea metabolic course anew!
Disintegrate! Putrefy! And decay!
Moulder as you did in the famed era
of Aphrodite and maiden Hera
to feed their blooming Olympic display!
And by the Lethe waters underneath
weave our future...
to make way for squirrels to leave the nest
and by a better morning be caressed
in sunlit warmth with the ephemerid.
And rot more, dead frond, in the evening dew
to damp the soil for the fresh cahoots
of microbes and their symbiotic roots
in Gaea metabolic course anew!
Disintegrate! Putrefy! And decay!
Moulder as you did in the famed era
of Aphrodite and maiden Hera
to feed their blooming Olympic display!
And by the Lethe waters underneath
weave our future...
#spring
115 reads
11 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
15th Mar 2024 2:36pm
15th Mar 2024 2:36pm
No compositions by Vivaldi
I was born in the twilight of centuries,
when the sun, tired from its journey,
sinks into the golden horizon
and the moon emerges shy and silvery.
O nature, wise and ancient,
you owe me the sighs of the trees,
and the murmur of the dancing brook.
The scents of wild flowers.
You owe me the whisper of the wind
that caresses the leaves and hair.
And the embrace of the ground, firm and welcoming,
that supports my uncertain steps.
You owe me the birdsong,
echoing valleys and mountains
and the silence of the...
when the sun, tired from its journey,
sinks into the golden horizon
and the moon emerges shy and silvery.
O nature, wise and ancient,
you owe me the sighs of the trees,
and the murmur of the dancing brook.
The scents of wild flowers.
You owe me the whisper of the wind
that caresses the leaves and hair.
And the embrace of the ground, firm and welcoming,
that supports my uncertain steps.
You owe me the birdsong,
echoing valleys and mountains
and the silence of the...
#summer
#winter
#fall
#spring
#music
138 reads
4 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
14th Mar 2024 10:41am
14th Mar 2024 10:41am
A New Season
Winter suddenly hides away
waterfalls once frozen
flowing downward into the bay
Lonely sidewalks decay, after before
suddenly spring has arrived
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
suddenly spring has arrived
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
#spring
#nature
#rhyming
#uplifting
160 reads
10 Comments
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