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Spring Bud

                          shivers under  
                       a rug of loneliness,
                    a sleepy heart huddles
                   against such memories 
                 of togetherness and not of 
               goodbyes, hating to disperse 
               the fiery rhymes of your lips, 
                as well as the warmth of its 
                 sweat...tastes like red wine, 
                   then it beats...and beats
                     gently, as it envisions
                          you, in an early

Copyright © Ernesto P. Santiago | Year Posted 2007

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The Promise of Spring - A Fibonacci

Kiss you
While you sleep
Lady dressed in white
And melt your cold heart  made of ice

Will rise
High into the sky
And fall as raindrops from God’s eyes

Buds below
Where now you will grow
With me - in the bloom of a rose

Author:  Elaine George

* Note:  This poem is a Personification as well as a triple Fibonacci

Brian Strand's 'Image Contest':     First Place
John Heck's  '12-in-one' Contest:  First Place

Copyright © Elaine George | Year Posted 2008

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I Dreamed a Butterfly

I dreamed a butterfly in golden days when buttercups lay in the fields ablaze. It fluttered to my cheek, sweet love to bring. My heart was wont to burst and wont to sing. In breath of morn was scent of bluebell sprays. On blossomed blankets of the fields we’d laze, and into one another’s eyes we’d gaze, my love and I, as April had her fling. I dreamed a butterfly. Our bliss was as the spring, a fleeting phase, and brief’s the beauty of young lovers’ craze. As cruelly as a wasp, he left a sting - and all the lovely plans we made took wing, leaving mere memories of golden days. I dreamed a butterfly. 2/21/13

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2013

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Breath Of Love

I hold my breath, impatiently
anticipating spring
and dress the sky delicately 
in stars your bright eyes bring.
Spring days are flushed with love’s warm glow,
the nights untamed by sparks.
Our rhythmic dance for two bestows
full moon to light the dark. 
I’ll never stammer for excuse
to ask for your soft kiss,
or with my words unkind bemuse. 
Our love means more than this -
the shady oak, the rose’s bloom,    
a waterfall’s cascade.
The beauty of a starling’s plume 
when near you seems to fade.
Your words are all the air I breathe.  
In your embrace, I’m whole;
your love’s a thousand spring blooms wreathed
around my yielding soul.
In summer, winter and in fall,
I’ll seek your rambling heart,
but with a breath of love in spring,
we’ll never be apart. 

Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2015

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The Brilliant Spring

Crazy wind whispers 
Into the ears of ‘champa’
A light scented Indian flower
Trees are full of them now
Your love in each and every bough

The breeze is cool 
Because it is spring
Because it is south wind
Because everywhere is hue
Because it is warm with you

Blue hills and green plains
My room at sixes and sevens
Red bellied wood peckers drumming
Rhythm in feet nimble
Your twinkling eyes with dimple

Our roads are tremendously red
Ashok Palash and Gulmohar
They call it flame-of-the-forest
Love in red supreme
With you in extravagant dream

Books in eloquently colorful blurb
Beauty steps in every curve
Invitation in every nerve
The spring below and spring above
Your healing love 

Goes away alas the days
Of dance in soul in warm sun rays
Goes away your ocean gaze
Life in a twilight haze
Your beautiful craze

Ah if I could have turned the clock
Holding your hand in a Gulmohar walk
Only our hands and feet would talk
Around the clock  arm in arm
In your beauty and charm

Alas that is not to be a thing
Our time is as short as the spring

March 18, 2016
Butea Monosperma or Palash is a species of Butea native to tropical and sub-tropical parts of India and Asia.
Saraca asoca ( the ashoka tree, literally ‘sorrowless’), belongs to the Caesalpinioideae subfamily  of legume family, of Indian sub continent.
Gulmohar  or Delonix Regia, grown in many tropical parts of the world, called FLAMBOYANT in English, is a striking sight for its vivid red/vermilion/orange/yellow flowers and bright green foliage...Wikipedia

Copyright © Probir Gupta | Year Posted 2016

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A Song To Spring -Contest

     The joyous scent of living
          That leaps from life's perfume
     Spring murmurs its beginning
          From hope and dreams in bloom

     The choir of color sings of thee
          With hues in rich new verse
     As if this song was meant to be
          From rhymes all well rehearsed 

     As petals graced with morning dew
          Rise softly towards the sun
     So in Spring hope doth renew 
          Its perfect Love for life begun.

Copyright © Charlie Smith | Year Posted 2016

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The Harlots of Spring

The harlot maples crimson tipped nails
tap, drum, strum, and plunk;
at Aprils blasted blue sky.
Raking a wind born trail 
across skeletal palms
and forearmed branches,
in a come-hither dance;
reawakening the cerulean stratus 
above the dense sugar maple forest.
Sap taps a tune into tin buckets;
and, so, Spring is sprung.

Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2009

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April's last Flowers

April's last Flowers

I was watching carefully
The last stems 
Of April's Red flowers
Which were spreading their beauty and smile 
Unconcerned with the destiny 
That after April 
There would be almost no such flowers 
Of red Lily
For another one year.01

The flowers were smiling
As if, it makes no difference to them
Whether, they would be here or not
When the hot winds of summer 
Would try to wither and make dull 
The beauty and grace
Of every human face
As often they succeed in withering 
The beauty of flowers and life 
That exits and breath
Without the love drops of life giving water.02

The last flowers of April 
Were also unconcerned 
That they would shrink and would get dried
By the heat and dust of summer
In the days to come 
When the scorching Sun would 
Burn the Earth, Sea and Water
To create the wonders of rains 
For thirty lands and sky of the earth.03

What a great way to live life 
Was prevailing 
In these smiling last flowers of April
Alas! If only humans can understand 
How to live a life with the pleasure of love
And get lost forever 
Without the worries of tomorrows.04

The flowers were enjoying 
Every moment of their existence 
With the butterflies and black bees 
Which were hovering on them 
Since day one 
And were trying to please and praise them  
To win their hearts 
Like men praise and please the women
When they want to attract and win their heart. 05

The hovering butterflies and bees too
Were trying to show their love 
To all the beautiful flowers of April
Before the alluring beauty of these flowers
So that these alluring flowers  
May allow them to come close and kiss them
In the flowering season of spring.06

Every time these symbols of love
The black bees, butterflies and 
Even the little black tiny bird
Were coming close 
To kiss and to touch the petals of flowers
They were charging with a new energy
After getting the love drops 
From their beloved red flowers
And they were flying 
More and more high in the sky
Perhaps to touch the those lofty heights
Which can only be seen 
When nectar like love drops
Creates its magic on these searching lips
Filling it with the energy of love
Which get reflected in every new flight 
Of these beautiful creatures
When they fly from one flower to another. 07

And I was watching silently
With a Camera in my hand
While witnessing  
The last of these April flowers 
To catch the glimpse of 
Any of these memorable moments.08

Their silent game of nectar and pleasure hunt
Continued in that bright sunlight
As more and more new creatures
Were coming to please and to win their beloved
Standing there with its ravishing beauty 
So that, they may welcome them
With a smile and beauty 
And may allow them to taste 
The nectar of these red beauty and love
Which starts pouring it's magic 
With the approach of April 
In spring every year. 09

Ravindra K Kapoor
Kanpur India 2nd May 


Copyright © Ravindra K Kapoor | Year Posted 2014

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Growing With Love Always

Spring menu of snowdrops, daffodils, dandelion, crocus and anemones
Each color blossoms the beauty swaying inside a breeze dancing thoughts

The image of spring changed colors roaring never thought my heart might burst
Within waves blowing kisses warmly touching the chambers endless bliss

The moment the sun draws the mist from the sea to the skies feels magical
Your footprints on deep sands fluttering wings of an angel beaming sunshine

Under the wing of an angel you will find safety, happiness and beauty
held within a gasping breath your love true and complete beautiful

Written by Liam Mcdaid & A-L Andresen  

Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2015

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Ode to Spring

Through a fluttering veil of luscious hues,
Fair Lady coquets with the majestic Sun,
As the wicked Wind caresses her tender cheek,
The harshness of Winter all undone.

Sparrows perched upon the towering trees,
Whistle sweetly at the colorful array.
Fair Lady hums and sways in warm ecstasy,
As the wicked Wind drifts away.

The sinful Sun glows after a wearying day,
And spans its gaze upon the fields of fruit.
Fair Lady drowsy, lies upon the prickly grass;
The darkness envelops as all goes mute.

Copyright © Deepanshi Chaudhry | Year Posted 2010

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Singing Blue Blazes

As the snowdrops nod happily when you kissed my soul warmly love
laughing in the cold spring air so stirringly beautiful flutters wings of a dove 
The daffodils yawn awakening to new life or so it seems 
sun beams smile inside a thousand songs sweetly my dream

Birds singing freely dawning tunes deep heartfelt desire  
you are amazing one faraway flame kissing beats on fire

Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2015

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That Spring Love in Your Eyes

That Spring Love in Your Eyes

Spring Love’s in your eyes for me now to see,
And it reaffirms thoughts of our special love;
And there is no other place I would rather be,
As we kiss deeply under the moon light above!

Darling with you in my arms this spring season,
My feelings are of such passion with true bliss;
We are “two” together by His Heavenly reason, 
And for this our time together is never amiss!

With spring in bloom and God’s blessing above,
My heart’s yours forever my love please know;
For I know our emotions are of the deepest love,
And for this Darling to the Earth’s end I would go!

With that special spring love dear in your eyes,
Nothing on Earth compares with this Heavenly prize! 

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
May 10, 2015 (Shakespearean Sonnet)

Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2015

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Spring Showers

Soft sunlight streams through Nimbus clouds A sign, a foretaste of coming spring When hills and fields bring forth rich foliage From humble green grass to royal heather Flaunting peacock colors to honor the day As clouds release their crystalline drops Lovers’ laughter echoes as they run for shelter B’neath the old willow tree, they stand; lost in warm embrace Soon, a hush will fall as sweet jasmine floats When hungry lips taste the first kiss of spring ~*~
4/4/13 Note: For Russell's "Spring Showers" Contest

Copyright © Annalise Brigham...a.k.a. Audrey Haick | Year Posted 2013

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Sweet Spring

Spring and romance birds and bees touches and kisses beneath the trees Life and love flowers and glee two as one In sweet jubilee Forever and endless passion and steam candles at midnight lost in a dream With diamonds and emeralds letters and pleas my sweet one and only I taunt and I tease... ________ 2-18-2013

Copyright © Rick Parise | Year Posted 2013

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Your cherry blossom lips

My fingers' tip-toeing on  your  face
 stopped at the softness of your lips,
   moonlit night guided my lips
       to your cherry blossom,
       a gentle Spring breeze
           melting like wax
               engulfed us
                with pure

© kashinath karmakar 2011
by:kashinath karmakar( 20th March 2011)

Placement:HM ;(March 2011)

Contest :Nonet me a Spring kiss

Sponsor:Michael J. Falotico


Placement: 2nd;(June 2011)

Contest:Whatever Next

Sponsor:Brian Strand

Copyright © kash poet | Year Posted 2011

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Spring Returned

With sound of laughter in the breeze     
I knew it was spring's voice I heard            
Though years have folded crease by crease
My heart remembers every word            

The springtime blooms with fragrance sweet
As if all yesterdays are stirred
The song of robins in the trees
I knew it was spring's voice I heard

As rainwashed skies look down on earth
Now waking from her winter's sleep
And joy, the greatest gift, assured
As if all yesterdays were stirred
With sound of laughter in the breeze

Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2012

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The finest day of spring
petals dance on sudden gales
counting everyone
before the sinking sun
fly, fly little wings
like love that never fails.
Shadows begin to wake
to a chorus that is the night
crickets fiddle, slow
warblers whistle, low
shine, shine velvet moon
till last you fade from sight.
Hear the sea in song
where the swallows play and die
starlight in the haze
flicker fireflies, ablaze
stay, stay gentle dream
beneath the candles in the sky.

~ Luther Lynton Seahand ~

Copyright © Luther Seahand | Year Posted 2013

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Spring Clean

You wiped me out
The day
I was exhaled by that indigo storm.-
You stared at me with
A frown sown to your forehead
As I lay on your fingertips.
Like dust in a dark old attic,
You disposed of me
To spring clean your life.

Copyright © Maya Kaabour | Year Posted 2010

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Langue d'oc, a Micro-Paradelle

Your love song lapsed into ancient French that April day.
I only understood the words of spring and heartsore
lapsed. Only love and heartsore, I understood your ancient 
words of the spring-day song into that French April.

You fabricate my pauses into repetition, silence speaks
of ages strung to rhyme in love’s difficult service
you strung into pauses in service to ages. Fabricate of
love’s repetition, rhyme speaks my difficult silence.

We practice tedium of vows till language breaks apart.
As if art should aim at science, rigorous, quantitative,
rigorous language breaks tedium. Science vows a part of 
quantitative practice till we should aim “as if” at art.

Till we lapsed into language. As your ancient ages only
fabricate quantitative French strung to that difficult
practice, science speaks of tedium and understood rhyme. 

The spring in service of love’s rigorous vows. April 
pauses, heartsore. You and I, apart. If love should aim 
my words at day, repetition breaks into silence of song.

Copyright © Taylor Graham | Year Posted 2006

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Adorable Mrs Spring

Well, finally one lucky man may realize
That nothing in the world could equalize
Thy poetry, except the magic season
Which for the poet, has other reason.
I have a date with adorable Mrs Spring.
So excited, I think I tell her everything:
How much I love her splendid eyes
Of magic green, that all verdure cries 
Every morning, to borrow from hers.
In dream, I kiss the naked shoulders,
I stroke that incredible hair green,
And so I know this beauty's queen:
All her body is a charming thrill
Of larks as singing on the silky hill.
Then, the horizon as her sweet round hip
In playful wish to have a happy good trip, 
It is the time when sun is ready to wake up.
A toi ! Like Joe Dassin I take the noble cup.

Copyright © Ovidiu Bocsa | Year Posted 2016

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The Winters
Cool caress gone.
In memories of snow
I remember my Love of you.
Diamonds falling from a soft gray sky.
A virgin wonderland was there.
We sat warm by the fire
As winter sang,
Our Winter.

Now Spring,
How it does sing.
New life is born again.
From Winter's rest much comes to life.
The joy of our heart's desiring does sing
Into the coming of Springs' fire. 
Kaleidoscopic colours
they are displayed,
Spring sings.


Copyright © Vladislav Raven | Year Posted 2016

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Sweet Fragrance of Spring


                      Grandma's vase waiting
                     on Mother's lace table cloth
                         for lilacs to bloom

Inspired by Carol Brown's 
Haiku Waiting for Spring contest

Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2010

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Flower love

How the flower
Bobs and weaves
Sharing tea
With some bees

How the colour
Nods and sways
Breezy coolness
Sunlight rays

How the scent
Softly dances
Perfumed nose
Loving glances

Copyright © Daniel Human | Year Posted 2014

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Love in Spring - 10 Word Challenge

Love in Spring (10-Word Challenge)
Steal away with me my Beloved One, to rendezvous under a radiant sapphire sky, where brown skylarks sweetly sing their incessant songs in dulcet harmony, as they fly over idyllic, rolling meadows, welcoming spring and young lovers.
There at the old hollow, upon a soft bed, freshly spread with a plethora of tender, forest green ferns, wait I impatiently to share delightful moments of unbridled felicity, as our hearts and bodies sensuously entwine, spinning our own chrysalis of love.
Though this rhapsodic bliss may seem evanescent, titillating memories of this exquisite tryst, will ever invade our dreams, and like a mystical spring talisman, sustain our hearts… for a lifetime.
01-24-2016 10-Word Challenge by the Silent One plethora - evanescent - felicity - rhapsodic - idyllic dulcet - chrysalis - radiant - sapphire - talisman

Copyright © Pandita Sanchez | Year Posted 2016

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December to May

The land still held in wint'ry grasp.
Against the chill my breath did rasp.
When for a moment my eyes did see,
A fair maiden dancing nakedly.
Nary a stitch nor thread on her wond'rous shape.
As she beckoned I could naught but gape.
When she spoke her voice was a melody,
Promising things that I only dreamed.
I went to her in bewildered awe,
And this is suddenly what I saw-

White roses tangled in her flaxen tresses,
A thousand poppies at her feet,
Fairies danced in diaphinous dresses,
With sunlight was the scene replete.

On she led o'er field and meadow.
Where she trod the spring would show.
With love and joy my heart did swell,
For this maiden had rescued me from winter's hell.
For hours we laughed and sang and such.
I would gasp and tremble at her every touch.
Not once did I think to inquire her name,
Nor did I ask from whence she came.
We rested at length 'neath a stately oak,
And this I found when I awoke-

Gone was my maiden and the spring she brought,
Frozen were the fields and meadows,
Simply a dream, or so I had thought,
Yet clasped in my hand, a single white rose.

I return each day to this lonely place,
Hoping to glimpse my fair maiden's face.
Low does the sun sink in the winter sky,
When I turn home with a tear in my eye.
For once again she has neglected to show,
And left me this wretched ice and snow.
Yet I musn't believe that she does not care,
Lest I should let my heart despair.
For she will return again one day,
Turning as she goes, December to May.

Copyright © Bobby Mielke | Year Posted 2006

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Jumbleful Spring

Oh wonderful jumbleful spring 
hormones awakening after winter naps
making bumbling idiots
out of unsuspecting saps

Oh dopey me, I bathed
perfumed, powdered and dusted
picked out slinky sexy things
getting more and more flust’ed

I skipped down the lights
and locked the stairs
let down the dogs and
tripped over my hair

“Dames Javid” I purred
“come sugar me some lip”
as I swiveled my eyelashes
and batted my hip

He tongued on his trip,
as he blew in my eye
then gazed in my ear
and heaved a big sigh

Ah, Springtime, it’s jumbleful
don’t you agree?
Cause pobody’s nerfect,
especially me.

Copyright © Trudy Diane Rider | Year Posted 2009

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Spring Cleaning of the Cluttered Soul

Scrap the smoldering, winsome words
the lovely odd truce made of letters
found carved with the edge of an old pocket knife
on a strap made of metal and leather
Burn off the tarnish on platinum rings
engraved with the infernal: "LOVE"
found pulling limp loyalty up to it's feet
and then giving it a death dealing shove
Trip over shoes which should still be for dancing
and spin them right into the trash
found in the corner of the cluttered dark room
like a pack rat's incurable stash
Blow open windows long stuck closed with paint
Push all the junk to the sill
Unburden your soul of it's hideous secrets
and snatch back your sacred free will...

Copyright © Tatyana Carney | Year Posted 2005

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“Come Spring – drench me with your colours”, you whispered
And then you started unfolding the secrets in front of me
Under the azure sky and amber sun
Your ivory skin dazzled my virgin eyes…
I want to paint your neck and your eyelashes in mauve
I don’t need to colour your crimson lips and jet hair
Let me draw marigold over the origin of elixir
I am going to paint your hands and legs with platinum
Let emerald play all over your body
And fuchsia be bloomed here and there
When I have completed my job, you called me to come closer
Amazed by your angelic beauty I was approaching …
In the middle, I stumbled and fell on the ground
Oh! My nose!
While opening my eyes, I found myself on the floor of my bedroom
Oh! My God!
I fell flat from my bed and it was a dream…


colours : azure, amber, ivory, mauve, crimson, jet, marigold, platinum, emerald and fuchsia.

Copyright © Anindya Mohan Tagore | Year Posted 2016

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Flower of spring

I see a life that has come from the heavens. 
A life with the heart and soul of a goddess, squeezed in the body of a queen.
She walks amongst us.
Amongst dark, confused, vile two legged creatures.

In her lies the music of eternity, the conqueror of death.
Life and love storm in her blood, striking bolts of lightning to my heart.
The language of the blue fire flames from her voice
Burning the sound of beauty and serenity to my soul.

She is the flower that holds the magic of spring
Blooming once in a millenia.
Her petals of crystal reflect the colours of the rainbow
And releases the fragrance of the spirit of life's pureness
She blows a breeze from space to my soul.
In her I have seen the secret of life, love and eternity.

Copyright © Mutemwa Gideon | Year Posted 2009

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Healing Season

Autumn came this summer
on a cool winter's day
Then spring walked in behind her
Then spring soon danced away:
A flower grew beside her
from a freshly fallen pile of snow
And the petals fall onto the ground
shortly after the winds blows:
As quickly as the seasons change
so the same, time does pass
and the memory of frozen ground
is soon your bed of grass:
The time which a flower bares it's bloom
or clouds share their summer rain
Quickly passes with the shifting winds
As it guides away your pain:
My lover spoke just as a friend
As a stranger, then took my hand
As one beginning drew to another end
the setting sun made me understand:
The Earth is not that far around
The sun rises in the day
And as quickly as the lightning strikes
The storm can roll away.

Copyright © Jasmin Shear | Year Posted 2005