Long Spring Poems
#spring
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AnDre James
AnDre James
Poem Published
30th May 2024 3:27pm
30th May 2024 3:27pm
James and the Seasons
As autumn's leaves, in graceful sway,
Surrender to Earth's gentle play,
They dance a waltz, a colorful delight,
'Gainst skies that burn with golden light.
Upon the bridge, James stands in awe,
Mesmerized by nature's sacred law.
Leaves twirl and flutter, painting the air,
As if whisked by angels, a heavenly prayer.
In the tapestry of falling leaves,
He feels his heart find solace and peace.
Serenity descends, a tranquil embrace,
As he gazes up at nature's ethereal grace.
But amidst the spectacle, one face he sees, ...
Surrender to Earth's gentle play,
They dance a waltz, a colorful delight,
'Gainst skies that burn with golden light.
Upon the bridge, James stands in awe,
Mesmerized by nature's sacred law.
Leaves twirl and flutter, painting the air,
As if whisked by angels, a heavenly prayer.
In the tapestry of falling leaves,
He feels his heart find solace and peace.
Serenity descends, a tranquil embrace,
As he gazes up at nature's ethereal grace.
But amidst the spectacle, one face he sees, ...
#love
#spring
#summer #winter
#summer #winter
108 reads
oskar
Poem Published
26th Dec 2023 10:30am
26th Dec 2023 10:30am
the past re visited
the past revisited
He was going back to his home in a tiny village from
where people congregated living close together and professed to hate it, the absence of war had cost the country dearly, and unemployment was high, like the enforced idleness had made people apathetic
there were no cars on the road, petrol was too expensive
for people, as was electricity to recharge batteries
how the situation was in other countries, no one knew as the fabled internet was forbidden
it had it was said
a bad influence on the young who believed the rubbish ...
He was going back to his home in a tiny village from
where people congregated living close together and professed to hate it, the absence of war had cost the country dearly, and unemployment was high, like the enforced idleness had made people apathetic
there were no cars on the road, petrol was too expensive
for people, as was electricity to recharge batteries
how the situation was in other countries, no one knew as the fabled internet was forbidden
it had it was said
a bad influence on the young who believed the rubbish ...
#fall
#spring
#morning
#night
#dawn
104 reads
1 Comment
goldenmyst
Poem Published
28th Mar 2023 8:58pm
28th Mar 2023 8:58pm
When I Lost My Father
When I Lost My Father
May was about to pass into June
Red clover was in bloom
in the fields around Natchez, Mississippi
Honeysuckle vines grew on the fences and trees
Whose flowers were picked by Children
To pinch off the bottom
and taste the sweetness within
“But my blackberry harvest came
long after Dad roamed
The blueberry barrens of Maine
In the solitude of his shyness
When time was a cool breeze
With Grammie...
May was about to pass into June
Red clover was in bloom
in the fields around Natchez, Mississippi
Honeysuckle vines grew on the fences and trees
Whose flowers were picked by Children
To pinch off the bottom
and taste the sweetness within
“But my blackberry harvest came
long after Dad roamed
The blueberry barrens of Maine
In the solitude of his shyness
When time was a cool breeze
With Grammie...
#grief
#father
#spring
#nature
#spiritual
473 reads
13 Comments
AverageJoe
Poem Published
3rd Apr 2022 1:42pm
3rd Apr 2022 1:42pm
In From The Fields
I wake in early morn
The wee hours before the dawn
Before the rooster crows
And am out when first birds sing
Rabbits dart
As March hares will
Across the roads
Across the lawns
Bedewed
And quiet lumed
By pale moon
But its April now
And spring's well in
I love the clear, light days of spring
Not heavy with the winter's cold
Or oppressive heat that summer brings
Oh, but spring!
The compound...
The wee hours before the dawn
Before the rooster crows
And am out when first birds sing
Rabbits dart
As March hares will
Across the roads
Across the lawns
Bedewed
And quiet lumed
By pale moon
But its April now
And spring's well in
I love the clear, light days of spring
Not heavy with the winter's cold
Or oppressive heat that summer brings
Oh, but spring!
The compound...
#love
#spring
383 reads
8 Comments
ohmy_engrish
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Poem Published
26th Jul 2020 8:03am
26th Jul 2020 8:03am
Chaotic Spring
I’ve felt for 2 decades
80 years of fears still scorch the page
Keystrokes striking the ground
A force that clocks my head
Like an asteroid
La sang est mon encre
La beauté est futile
Mais j’espère de mourrir,
Ne le dis pas aux parents
It’s only been an hour
One more frostbitten minute
Beneath the blossom tree
That keeps sucking the drought
A tear that’s holding on dear life
Holding in sweet saltwater
My hand still here stretched out...
One look at my shaking eyes,
Glass...
80 years of fears still scorch the page
Keystrokes striking the ground
A force that clocks my head
Like an asteroid
La sang est mon encre
La beauté est futile
Mais j’espère de mourrir,
Ne le dis pas aux parents
It’s only been an hour
One more frostbitten minute
Beneath the blossom tree
That keeps sucking the drought
A tear that’s holding on dear life
Holding in sweet saltwater
My hand still here stretched out...
One look at my shaking eyes,
Glass...
#depression
#flowers
#spring #despair
#spring #despair
703 reads
1 Comment
russell_snow
Poem Published
22nd Mar 2019 3:31am
22nd Mar 2019 3:31am
Coffee Shops in the Spring
Coffee shops in the spring
The sound of heart beats
Beating as they sing
Two strangers' eyes meet
Wonderin' what it would bring
Who will make a move
Coffee shops in the spring
Always remind me
How life is a tangled ball of string
The days designed to
Unravel all your dreams
And hand them out like balloons
The sun could be shining
But I wouldn't know it
The sky could be blue or green
But I...
The sound of heart beats
Beating as they sing
Two strangers' eyes meet
Wonderin' what it would bring
Who will make a move
Coffee shops in the spring
Always remind me
How life is a tangled ball of string
The days designed to
Unravel all your dreams
And hand them out like balloons
The sun could be shining
But I wouldn't know it
The sky could be blue or green
But I...
#romantic
#spring
#coffee #FallingInLove
#coffee #FallingInLove
447 reads
5 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
3rd Nov 2018 11:37pm
3rd Nov 2018 11:37pm
A Cold Spring (After Elizabeth Bishop )
Alabaster bones reflect
warmth of an obscure orb;
their pallid membrane dormant
- lacklustre of any verdure
Winter pursues first green
as gold, but she escapes -
her youthful diligence scattering
a surplus of burgeoning buds
in her wake;
tiny nubs, hardened as pearl-
moist, glistening in halflight
of compressed dew
I read once about Spring in Ohio;
the belly of a tulip engorged with snow
a slow death of sharp...
warmth of an obscure orb;
their pallid membrane dormant
- lacklustre of any verdure
Winter pursues first green
as gold, but she escapes -
her youthful diligence scattering
a surplus of burgeoning buds
in her wake;
tiny nubs, hardened as pearl-
moist, glistening in halflight
of compressed dew
I read once about Spring in Ohio;
the belly of a tulip engorged with snow
a slow death of sharp...
#animals
#spring
#nature
#WritingPoetry
#ElizabethBishop
1281 reads
13 Comments
Kexby
john rickell
john rickell
Poem Published
30th Jun 2018 11:16am
30th Jun 2018 11:16am
Finding time in Chester Park UK
The wrought iron gate closed
not locked but proof enough
against street cries and bustling bus
filtered noise, squeezing between the rails
loud enough to guide us back
should we wish.
Jack and me, my friend and I.
Few shared the gravel crunch
Its puddles and its mud,
unlike stone-clad paths outside
where one can rush, from shop to shop,
foot-fall-sure and level,
only pedestrian clash to spoil the day.
Listen !...eavesdrop on blackbird songs
see them love...
not locked but proof enough
against street cries and bustling bus
filtered noise, squeezing between the rails
loud enough to guide us back
should we wish.
Jack and me, my friend and I.
Few shared the gravel crunch
Its puddles and its mud,
unlike stone-clad paths outside
where one can rush, from shop to shop,
foot-fall-sure and level,
only pedestrian clash to spoil the day.
Listen !...eavesdrop on blackbird songs
see them love...
#spring
#morning
467 reads
4 Comments
Daffodil32
Poem Published
23rd Jun 2018 8:41am
23rd Jun 2018 8:41am
i am the grass and i feel everythng
i am the grass, sitting here passively in different shades of friendly green
i look up to the sky as that is the only view above my eyes
and i question how is my birds eye view fair
maybe i want to turn sideways, take in a different view
i grow from the soil and i shoot upwards
sometimes my surface takes footstep of someone elses shoe
and i realise i'm here for a purpose, nature in the colour green
i thrive in the spring and dry out in the strong summers sun
when it rains i'm happily hydrated
passive, strands of hair live...
i look up to the sky as that is the only view above my eyes
and i question how is my birds eye view fair
maybe i want to turn sideways, take in a different view
i grow from the soil and i shoot upwards
sometimes my surface takes footstep of someone elses shoe
and i realise i'm here for a purpose, nature in the colour green
i thrive in the spring and dry out in the strong summers sun
when it rains i'm happily hydrated
passive, strands of hair live...
#earth
#summer
#winter #spring
#winter #spring
621 reads
12 Comments
Kexby
john rickell
john rickell
Poem Published
17th May 2018 10:37am
17th May 2018 10:37am
The Chapman
Leaning a gate between
the wood and pasture,
more to think than rest.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Slow clouds, heavy and grey
made their journey westward
a bad sign, cold tomorrow
you can bet your gloves on that,
four layers today, five tomorrow!
Every day, just me and Jack,
know each stick and rabbit hole;
miles from anywhere and mobiles.
Love the pines searching the sky
vaults random...
the wood and pasture,
more to think than rest.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Slow clouds, heavy and grey
made their journey westward
a bad sign, cold tomorrow
you can bet your gloves on that,
four layers today, five tomorrow!
Every day, just me and Jack,
know each stick and rabbit hole;
miles from anywhere and mobiles.
Love the pines searching the sky
vaults random...
#spring
#morning
467 reads
0 Comments
Kexby
john rickell
john rickell
Poem Published
11th May 2018 1:30pm
11th May 2018 1:30pm
Llanrwyst Wales
Llanrwst on a sunny day,
beside the river Conwy,
pebble strewn and bubbling
beneath the narrow bridge.
A dog’s delight chasing swans.
Swim and drink your fill.
Shirt sleeve weather,
muddy paths from Monday rain,
walking shoes not sandals.
The drive across the hills to me was new,
hawthorns late, with pale green leaves
the ‘bread- and-cheese’ of child-hood,
eaten on the way to school.
Woolly sheep in hundreds, not a cow in sight,
do not mention mint...
beside the river Conwy,
pebble strewn and bubbling
beneath the narrow bridge.
A dog’s delight chasing swans.
Swim and drink your fill.
Shirt sleeve weather,
muddy paths from Monday rain,
walking shoes not sandals.
The drive across the hills to me was new,
hawthorns late, with pale green leaves
the ‘bread- and-cheese’ of child-hood,
eaten on the way to school.
Woolly sheep in hundreds, not a cow in sight,
do not mention mint...
#spring
#morning
492 reads
0 Comments
Seed
Poem Published
15th Mar 2018 8:37pm
15th Mar 2018 8:37pm
Winter Without Hope (A nod to Coleridge)
Winter, homeless and drunk on the sidewalk he lays, a cold and bitter thing
But winter slumbering in the open air, wears on his smiling face a dream of spring
Winter lives on the harder side of life unchosen, so winter takes more than he gives
Cold winds talk of winter’s death, yet survivors bloom for beauty and all that lives
Memories of blue shadows I can recall, when I woke to find a wonderland of snow last year
Everything covered in an angel's coat of white purity, with ice sickles crying a melting tear
The quiet beauty of the...
But winter slumbering in the open air, wears on his smiling face a dream of spring
Winter lives on the harder side of life unchosen, so winter takes more than he gives
Cold winds talk of winter’s death, yet survivors bloom for beauty and all that lives
Memories of blue shadows I can recall, when I woke to find a wonderland of snow last year
Everything covered in an angel's coat of white purity, with ice sickles crying a melting tear
The quiet beauty of the...
#hope
#winter
#spring
674 reads
2 Comments
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