Spring Seeking Honest Critique Poems
#spring
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
177 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
195 reads
10 Comments
Green_Arrow
Poem Published
7th Mar 2024 2:33am
7th Mar 2024 2:33am
Her Choice For Spring Break
Molly sat on the bed.
She's happy to be at Fort Lauderdale.
Her choice for Spring Break.
She's happy to be at Fort Lauderdale.
Her choice for Spring Break.
#dreams
#beach
#spring
#fiction
#escape
146 reads
0 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
1st Feb 2024 2:20pm
1st Feb 2024 2:20pm
Imbolc
Sun returns to earth
and warms cold, damp soil
Seeds awaken from dormancy
and new vigor springs from them.
And our eyes drink in the wonder!
Goddess blesses the earth and its interior.
The fields, the herds and the homes...
She brings healing, inspiration and art.
SHE lights the sacred flame.
And our mouths touch the dense sky!
Imbolc is time for renewal,
of cleaning out the old and preparing the new.
Honor the life that is reborn
and give thanks for the gift of fire.
And our...
and warms cold, damp soil
Seeds awaken from dormancy
and new vigor springs from them.
And our eyes drink in the wonder!
Goddess blesses the earth and its interior.
The fields, the herds and the homes...
She brings healing, inspiration and art.
SHE lights the sacred flame.
And our mouths touch the dense sky!
Imbolc is time for renewal,
of cleaning out the old and preparing the new.
Honor the life that is reborn
and give thanks for the gift of fire.
And our...
#power
#earth
#environment
#spring
#art
261 reads
1 Comment
Poetikmind
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Poem Published
1st Feb 2024 9:39am
1st Feb 2024 9:39am
A Silent Winter
I…cavalier, casually cool...
I am the essence of my chill
As the breezes thru trees,
leaves while they spit
their ‘coloring contempt ‘
Feelin’ a freeze at thy
tempestuous breath
served in incremental doses
as I layer my earthen canvas...
Juxtaposing the lines of red,
and blue...it’s a cool reminder
for a few, that my sister's season
is quietly awaitin' her turn to assail
my atmosphere at the moment
quietly, dead...
I am the essence of my chill
As the breezes thru trees,
leaves while they spit
their ‘coloring contempt ‘
Feelin’ a freeze at thy
tempestuous breath
served in incremental doses
as I layer my earthen canvas...
Juxtaposing the lines of red,
and blue...it’s a cool reminder
for a few, that my sister's season
is quietly awaitin' her turn to assail
my atmosphere at the moment
quietly, dead...
#winter
#spring
#morning #night
#morning #night
275 reads
12 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
30th Jan 2024 10:06pm
30th Jan 2024 10:06pm
seasons of the earth
a galactic journey
"While the earth remaineth, seedtime and harvest, and cold and
heat, and summer and winter, and day and night shall not
cease."—Genesis 8:22
were there not twelve mensajes in my book
when, on that silent january morn,
the mountains bade me take a solemn look
at how the seasons of the earth were born?
the chilly winds a path made for the spring,
their passions melting in the radiant sun,
as pregnant birds and flowers on the wing
rejoiced to know the banquet had begun.
...
"While the earth remaineth, seedtime and harvest, and cold and
heat, and summer and winter, and day and night shall not
cease."—Genesis 8:22
were there not twelve mensajes in my book
when, on that silent january morn,
the mountains bade me take a solemn look
at how the seasons of the earth were born?
the chilly winds a path made for the spring,
their passions melting in the radiant sun,
as pregnant birds and flowers on the wing
rejoiced to know the banquet had begun.
...
#summer
#winter
#fall
#spring
#MovingOn
153 reads
0 Comments
poeticdelight
Hamid
Hamid
Poem Published
7th Jan 2024 12:33pm
7th Jan 2024 12:33pm
Pastoral Delight
pastoral delight
Poesy is the moo of the cow
And the bleat of the sheep
The caw of the crow
And the hiss of the creep
Poesy is the hush in the forest
And the thunder of the tempest
Fear in the trees that whoosh
Crickets lying low in the bush
And when the weather is heat
In the pastures you hear the bleat
When the sky is azure blue and neat
The walk invites you to stretch your feet
Come along hear nature's real poesy
cement walls reflect only morbid heresy...
Poesy is the moo of the cow
And the bleat of the sheep
The caw of the crow
And the hiss of the creep
Poesy is the hush in the forest
And the thunder of the tempest
Fear in the trees that whoosh
Crickets lying low in the bush
And when the weather is heat
In the pastures you hear the bleat
When the sky is azure blue and neat
The walk invites you to stretch your feet
Come along hear nature's real poesy
cement walls reflect only morbid heresy...
#summer
#fall
#spring
#morning
#dawn
150 reads
0 Comments
faithmairee
Poem Published
1st Jan 2024 12:07pm
1st Jan 2024 12:07pm
The Beauty Of Flowers
I saw such a lovely flower
Basking in the sun
Who's fragile petals
We're soothing to
My gentle touch
I love the springtime
When flowers
Adorn the gardens
And the fields
It's an enchanting scene
Basking in the sun
Who's fragile petals
We're soothing to
My gentle touch
I love the springtime
When flowers
Adorn the gardens
And the fields
It's an enchanting scene
#flowers
#spring
#nature
281 reads
15 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
11th Jul 2023 4:05am
11th Jul 2023 4:05am
seasons
Spring passes and one remembers one's innocence.
Summer passes and one remembers one's exuberance.
Autumn passes and one remembers one's reverence.
Winter passes and one remembers one's perseverance.”
― Yoko Ono
death is not the final station
in the seasons of our lives,
for this is a vast creation,
limitless to him who strives
for the beauty of the springtime,
when the bounty of the seed
and the lyric of the day rhyme
wake the music of the reed.
then, beyond the spring, the summer,
when the...
Summer passes and one remembers one's exuberance.
Autumn passes and one remembers one's reverence.
Winter passes and one remembers one's perseverance.”
― Yoko Ono
death is not the final station
in the seasons of our lives,
for this is a vast creation,
limitless to him who strives
for the beauty of the springtime,
when the bounty of the seed
and the lyric of the day rhyme
wake the music of the reed.
then, beyond the spring, the summer,
when the...
#summer
#winter
#fall
#spring
#LifeCycle
298 reads
0 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
14th Jun 2023 4:06pm
14th Jun 2023 4:06pm
spring song
World Haiku Day: 2023 April 17
Haiku No. 8
cherry-blossom song
morning cuckoo serenade
i have lost my voice
© Copyright 2023 April 17
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
Haiku No. 8
cherry-blossom song
morning cuckoo serenade
i have lost my voice
© Copyright 2023 April 17
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
#flowers
#spring
#nature
#music
#haiku
153 reads
0 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
4th Jun 2023 9:21am
4th Jun 2023 9:21am
an avian spring
sing yellow-shouldered grassquits from the ground;
their piccolo-full ostinati sound
a vibrant bobin descanting the flutes
of john-tu-whits among the ripening fruits.
their prelude to the morn swells full the skies,
heraldic welcome to the warm sunrise;
wither the dewdrops on the blade-bent grass,
their crystal spark diffusing on the pass.
the red-billed streamertail hums his windsong,
proboscis sipping pipe juice from among
the dancing petals of the marigold.
content to resonate with manifold
oboe, bassoon,...
their piccolo-full ostinati sound
a vibrant bobin descanting the flutes
of john-tu-whits among the ripening fruits.
their prelude to the morn swells full the skies,
heraldic welcome to the warm sunrise;
wither the dewdrops on the blade-bent grass,
their crystal spark diffusing on the pass.
the red-billed streamertail hums his windsong,
proboscis sipping pipe juice from among
the dancing petals of the marigold.
content to resonate with manifold
oboe, bassoon,...
#flowers
#birds
#spring
#nature
#music
249 reads
2 Comments
ImperfectedStone
The Gardener
The Gardener
Poem Published
30th May 2023 11:27pm
30th May 2023 11:27pm
Notion
It's small,
smaller
than it was last Spring,
or the Spring before
when blush cherry
spattered the floor.
Perhaps a dead bee is an omen,
perhaps a fallen tree
reincarnated as a throne
is a warning,
perhaps a cigarette
is the sedative,
the heart emptied out.
And it doesnt beat,
or hum passionate anymore.
It's void,
it's the void I'd always heard about
I know it now
by name.
smaller
than it was last Spring,
or the Spring before
when blush cherry
spattered the floor.
Perhaps a dead bee is an omen,
perhaps a fallen tree
reincarnated as a throne
is a warning,
perhaps a cigarette
is the sedative,
the heart emptied out.
And it doesnt beat,
or hum passionate anymore.
It's void,
it's the void I'd always heard about
I know it now
by name.
#spring
#nature
196 reads
1 Comment
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