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.
sheepskinxtearaway
Poem Published
15th Aug 2023 11:04pm
15th Aug 2023 11:04pm
Waltz in Amber & Blue
Amber light dances across rusty rooftops.
Flirting with the darkness; the whole morning stops.
Taking a moment’s comfort in the silence,
Glowing beams swell to swallow the blackness.
Seeds of daylight thoughts dawn and deepen
Performing waltz around my mind.
Keeping rhythm in threes; progress steepens.
Carefully averting reason, or roots,
or tales intertwined.
Twirling by oceans unexplored, there’s pause.
Painted toe dips into pale water blue.
Depth undisclosed, bravery paddles to the middle.
Sun-dried skin...
Flirting with the darkness; the whole morning stops.
Taking a moment’s comfort in the silence,
Glowing beams swell to swallow the blackness.
Seeds of daylight thoughts dawn and deepen
Performing waltz around my mind.
Keeping rhythm in threes; progress steepens.
Carefully averting reason, or roots,
or tales intertwined.
Twirling by oceans unexplored, there’s pause.
Painted toe dips into pale water blue.
Depth undisclosed, bravery paddles to the middle.
Sun-dried skin...
#spring
#water
#fate
#nostalgia
#healing
187 reads
6 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
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0 Comments
Michaelpoet
Poem Published
3rd Jul 2023 5:28am
3rd Jul 2023 5:28am
Spring Breeze
Months of staring out a hateful window with false promises of a better tomorrow.
Under a white sky that drops angelic drops of magic until it's heart is content.
Could mother nature be a scorned wife avenging a vow that was voided before its time?
On the date of March 21st I feel an endorphin rush as a husband to be must feel at the alter.
Under a white sky that drops angelic drops of magic until it's heart is content.
Could mother nature be a scorned wife avenging a vow that was voided before its time?
On the date of March 21st I feel an endorphin rush as a husband to be must feel at the alter.
#spring
247 reads
5 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
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oskar
Poem Published
13th Jun 2023 7:12am
13th Jun 2023 7:12am
the big bang
The big bang
Albert Einstein, in a dreamy mood, said the Big Bang
was when the future, the now and the past happened all at once
It was seventy-two years ago I was sent to a farm
for unruly children
Where I was accepted by the animals that thought of me
as another beast working for the man
Except for the chickens, they hated me with a passion
they would, had they been giants, have eaten me as a worm
I was the one who had to go into the hen house and steal
the warm eggs the hens were clucking about.
On the attic of the farm, I found...
Albert Einstein, in a dreamy mood, said the Big Bang
was when the future, the now and the past happened all at once
It was seventy-two years ago I was sent to a farm
for unruly children
Where I was accepted by the animals that thought of me
as another beast working for the man
Except for the chickens, they hated me with a passion
they would, had they been giants, have eaten me as a worm
I was the one who had to go into the hen house and steal
the warm eggs the hens were clucking about.
On the attic of the farm, I found...
#fall
#spring
#morning
#night
#dawn
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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
207 reads
2 Comments
Maple666
Poem Published
3rd Jun 2023 11:36pm
3rd Jun 2023 11:36pm
We need to feel alive .
One day , it will all fall into place , patience being the observer of great deeds . Just like the summer gives way to the autumnal leaves with all the colours that shine with a chorus of choirs . Celebrating each shade and hue with harmony and good grace . The winter sneaks in when the temperature plummets and scarves and gloves of many colours cover hands and rosy cheeks and eventually packs up Jack Frost and the spring jumps hop scotching across the landscape throwing stones amongst the weeds to expose crocuses and daffodil shoots.Full of promise and delight and you see change is driven by...
#summer
#winter
#fall
#spring
#LifeChangingMoment
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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
154 reads
1 Comment
James_A_Knight
Poem Published
9th May 2023 2:55pm
9th May 2023 2:55pm
The Long Winter Ends
After the celibate winter
The hot climax of spring
Thawing out frozen hearts
Whispering birds begin to sing
The tired day succumbs
To the thick embrace of night
Black serpents in the sky
Wrap round the shivering light
Out of the sewer sludge
Clean politicians creep
Butterflies break free
From long metamorphic sleep
The hot climax of spring
Thawing out frozen hearts
Whispering birds begin to sing
The tired day succumbs
To the thick embrace of night
Black serpents in the sky
Wrap round the shivering light
Out of the sewer sludge
Clean politicians creep
Butterflies break free
From long metamorphic sleep
#winter
#spring
#butterfly
311 reads
2 Comments
deliabear
Debbie
Debbie
Poem Published
2nd May 2023 2:10am
2nd May 2023 2:10am
Maius
Born from the gushing rain of Aprils departure.
The liquid of sad souls glistens against the window's pain.
Earth cries, as my terminal hope struggles to stay alive.
Violet gray clouds are glossed with morning light.
The sun in its relentless pursuit to prevail after the rains.
The dogwoods know the uncertainties of tomorrows.
The iris's know the incredulity of future days.
But they flaunt their beauty anyway.
The liquid of sad souls glistens against the window's pain.
Earth cries, as my terminal hope struggles to stay alive.
Violet gray clouds are glossed with morning light.
The sun in its relentless pursuit to prevail after the rains.
The dogwoods know the uncertainties of tomorrows.
The iris's know the incredulity of future days.
But they flaunt their beauty anyway.
#hope
#flowers
#spring #nature
#spring #nature
248 reads
12 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
2nd May 2023 00:22am
2nd May 2023 00:22am
Maybe May?
So it is May
Perhaps, maybe
May, may be
A merry merry month
May-haps not
Maybe mayhem
Would prefer the reverse
Come what may
a Yam!
by Jemia
Perhaps, maybe
May, may be
A merry merry month
May-haps not
Maybe mayhem
Would prefer the reverse
Come what may
a Yam!
by Jemia
#spring
#fate
#philosophical
141 reads
2 Comments
ayounglostsoul
Poem Published
1st May 2023 11:53am
1st May 2023 11:53am
London sun
There’s something so poignant about the London sun
But I cant seem to pinpoint it
Perhaps its the rarity of the sudden basking of a normally sodden city
It makes me feel like a freshly hatched chick
Perhaps its also how the sun crawls into the crevices within and between buildings
Illuminating the beauty of the iron red brick
Shining a spotlight on the artefacts i seem to forget about time and time again
London sun turns sodden fields into picnic grounds
London sun bustles the empty streets
London sun turns blank faces into...
But I cant seem to pinpoint it
Perhaps its the rarity of the sudden basking of a normally sodden city
It makes me feel like a freshly hatched chick
Perhaps its also how the sun crawls into the crevices within and between buildings
Illuminating the beauty of the iron red brick
Shining a spotlight on the artefacts i seem to forget about time and time again
London sun turns sodden fields into picnic grounds
London sun bustles the empty streets
London sun turns blank faces into...
#sun
#summer
#spring
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1 Comment
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