Spring by Top Critiquers Poems
#spring
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
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Peepers
The peepers are peeping!
That means spring is coming;
soon bees will be humming -
it’s time to stop weeping.
The peepers are peeping!
From cold muddy ditches
sharing musical riches:
They’ve finished their sleeping.
The peepers are peeping!
Summer’s just ‘round the bend!
This dark mood I’ll transcend
as my hope it comes creeping.
The peepers are peeping!
Blessed loud wee froggies!
Peep away all my smoggies -
set my joyful heart leaping!
That means spring is coming;
soon bees will be humming -
it’s time to stop weeping.
The peepers are peeping!
From cold muddy ditches
sharing musical riches:
They’ve finished their sleeping.
The peepers are peeping!
Summer’s just ‘round the bend!
This dark mood I’ll transcend
as my hope it comes creeping.
The peepers are peeping!
Blessed loud wee froggies!
Peep away all my smoggies -
set my joyful heart leaping!
#spring
#nature
#NaPoWriMo2021
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it reminds me of someone
every spring,
veins slowly
crawl up my
back fence,
find rest at the
top,
then lazily drape
over the other side
in the summer's
yellow, garish
heat:
seeing nothing,
feeling nothing,
knowing nothing.
Mary Surratt
in
green.
veins slowly
crawl up my
back fence,
find rest at the
top,
then lazily drape
over the other side
in the summer's
yellow, garish
heat:
seeing nothing,
feeling nothing,
knowing nothing.
Mary Surratt
in
green.
#summer
#spring
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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
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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
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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
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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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soft touch
in
the same
skillful way satin
serenades smooth silky skin . .
the soft touch of spring
is stimulating and seducing my senses
- the scene is serene, simple and satisfying -
in
the same
sweet symbolic way,
i’m longing to
savor the soft
touch of
you
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the same
skillful way satin
serenades smooth silky skin . .
the soft touch of spring
is stimulating and seducing my senses
- the scene is serene, simple and satisfying -
in
the same
sweet symbolic way,
i’m longing to
savor the soft
touch of
you
--------
#love
#spring
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springtime
I daydream lazily one afternoon gazing out my window
spring called to me from my comfy place in my little apartment
she called me out of my complacent thoughts
so enamored with the day I walk outside
where spring and all her glory greeted me
the swaying of the trees seemed to be saying hello
little sunflowers push up through cracks in the sidewalk--
filling me with optimism
life always finds a way
the daisies lazy in their bed smile as I walk by
they knew...inside I was getting in tune
with her...mother nature...
spring called to me from my comfy place in my little apartment
she called me out of my complacent thoughts
so enamored with the day I walk outside
where spring and all her glory greeted me
the swaying of the trees seemed to be saying hello
little sunflowers push up through cracks in the sidewalk--
filling me with optimism
life always finds a way
the daisies lazy in their bed smile as I walk by
they knew...inside I was getting in tune
with her...mother nature...
#trees
#flowers
#spring #nature
#spring #nature
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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
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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
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optimism, the spring curse
the trees are blossoming again,”
she noted over breakfast.
stubbing our his cigarette in the pot of jam, he said “damn it, I can’t think of anything worse ..”
she noted over breakfast.
stubbing our his cigarette in the pot of jam, he said “damn it, I can’t think of anything worse ..”
#spring
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