Spring Published by Members Recently Online Poems
#spring
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
12th Mar 2021 2:54pm
12th Mar 2021 2:54pm
Where Time Goes
Visual Ent
#children
#flowers
#spring #nature
#spring #nature
977 reads
39 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
12th Mar 2021 2:54pm
12th Mar 2021 2:54pm
Where Time Goes
Visual Ent
#children
#flowers
#spring #nature
#spring #nature
977 reads
39 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
12th Mar 2021 2:54pm
12th Mar 2021 2:54pm
Where Time Goes
Visual Ent
#children
#flowers
#spring #nature
#spring #nature
977 reads
39 Comments
Wafflenose
Ellie
Ellie
Poem Published
12th Apr 2022 11:27pm
12th Apr 2022 11:27pm
Spring
At last, she arrives in splendour,
bringing her constellation of colours:
green shoots, white-pink blossom.
golden daffodils, purple crocuses
and even, after false starts,
an azure sky.
As new life beckons,
something awakens within me.
Although everything has its season,
the darkness never lasts
and Spring is just part of the cycle,
the promise of heat and light and hope
buoys me, and I breathe a little easier.
bringing her constellation of colours:
green shoots, white-pink blossom.
golden daffodils, purple crocuses
and even, after false starts,
an azure sky.
As new life beckons,
something awakens within me.
Although everything has its season,
the darkness never lasts
and Spring is just part of the cycle,
the promise of heat and light and hope
buoys me, and I breathe a little easier.
#trees
#spring
#nature
#MentalHealth
#NaPoWriMo2022
320 reads
2 Comments
Wafflenose
Ellie
Ellie
Poem Published
12th Apr 2022 11:27pm
12th Apr 2022 11:27pm
Spring
At last, she arrives in splendour,
bringing her constellation of colours:
green shoots, white-pink blossom.
golden daffodils, purple crocuses
and even, after false starts,
an azure sky.
As new life beckons,
something awakens within me.
Although everything has its season,
the darkness never lasts
and Spring is just part of the cycle,
the promise of heat and light and hope
buoys me, and I breathe a little easier.
bringing her constellation of colours:
green shoots, white-pink blossom.
golden daffodils, purple crocuses
and even, after false starts,
an azure sky.
As new life beckons,
something awakens within me.
Although everything has its season,
the darkness never lasts
and Spring is just part of the cycle,
the promise of heat and light and hope
buoys me, and I breathe a little easier.
#trees
#spring
#nature
#MentalHealth
#NaPoWriMo2022
320 reads
2 Comments
Wafflenose
Ellie
Ellie
Poem Published
12th Apr 2022 11:27pm
12th Apr 2022 11:27pm
Spring
At last, she arrives in splendour,
bringing her constellation of colours:
green shoots, white-pink blossom.
golden daffodils, purple crocuses
and even, after false starts,
an azure sky.
As new life beckons,
something awakens within me.
Although everything has its season,
the darkness never lasts
and Spring is just part of the cycle,
the promise of heat and light and hope
buoys me, and I breathe a little easier.
bringing her constellation of colours:
green shoots, white-pink blossom.
golden daffodils, purple crocuses
and even, after false starts,
an azure sky.
As new life beckons,
something awakens within me.
Although everything has its season,
the darkness never lasts
and Spring is just part of the cycle,
the promise of heat and light and hope
buoys me, and I breathe a little easier.
#trees
#spring
#nature
#MentalHealth
#NaPoWriMo2022
320 reads
2 Comments
Wafflenose
Ellie
Ellie
Poem Published
12th Apr 2022 11:27pm
12th Apr 2022 11:27pm
Spring
At last, she arrives in splendour,
bringing her constellation of colours:
green shoots, white-pink blossom.
golden daffodils, purple crocuses
and even, after false starts,
an azure sky.
As new life beckons,
something awakens within me.
Although everything has its season,
the darkness never lasts
and Spring is just part of the cycle,
the promise of heat and light and hope
buoys me, and I breathe a little easier.
bringing her constellation of colours:
green shoots, white-pink blossom.
golden daffodils, purple crocuses
and even, after false starts,
an azure sky.
As new life beckons,
something awakens within me.
Although everything has its season,
the darkness never lasts
and Spring is just part of the cycle,
the promise of heat and light and hope
buoys me, and I breathe a little easier.
#trees
#spring
#nature
#MentalHealth
#NaPoWriMo2022
320 reads
2 Comments
Wafflenose
Ellie
Ellie
Poem Published
12th Apr 2022 11:27pm
12th Apr 2022 11:27pm
Spring
At last, she arrives in splendour,
bringing her constellation of colours:
green shoots, white-pink blossom.
golden daffodils, purple crocuses
and even, after false starts,
an azure sky.
As new life beckons,
something awakens within me.
Although everything has its season,
the darkness never lasts
and Spring is just part of the cycle,
the promise of heat and light and hope
buoys me, and I breathe a little easier.
bringing her constellation of colours:
green shoots, white-pink blossom.
golden daffodils, purple crocuses
and even, after false starts,
an azure sky.
As new life beckons,
something awakens within me.
Although everything has its season,
the darkness never lasts
and Spring is just part of the cycle,
the promise of heat and light and hope
buoys me, and I breathe a little easier.
#trees
#spring
#nature
#MentalHealth
#NaPoWriMo2022
320 reads
2 Comments
Northern_Soul
-Missy-
-Missy-
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
163 reads
0 Comments
Northern_Soul
-Missy-
-Missy-
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
163 reads
0 Comments
Northern_Soul
-Missy-
-Missy-
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
163 reads
0 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
19th Apr 2024 11:59pm
19th Apr 2024 11:59pm
Easterlies
A lone crow perched on a breeze bobbing bough
clutching it like a floatation device
with every bit of its feathered know-how
foundering on high like a sacrifice,
to Eurus, and full afternoon sun,
blasting glory to every dancing tree
in sky blue by the cerulean ton,
and freshest barometric liberty!
Soon enough, the crow abandoned its post
to flotsam away on knackered wings
perhaps seeking a branch, not so utmost,
or to scratch the grass for edible things.
Fare thee well, oh breeze...
clutching it like a floatation device
with every bit of its feathered know-how
foundering on high like a sacrifice,
to Eurus, and full afternoon sun,
blasting glory to every dancing tree
in sky blue by the cerulean ton,
and freshest barometric liberty!
Soon enough, the crow abandoned its post
to flotsam away on knackered wings
perhaps seeking a branch, not so utmost,
or to scratch the grass for edible things.
Fare thee well, oh breeze...
#sky
#spring
#sun
171 reads
0 Comments
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