Water rushing through the brook
leaving drowned out laughter
and a blooming lilypad
A mother with a weary look
as she wades through, feet clad
It’s her children she’s looking after
Hair threatens to fall in her distant eyes
She remembers when she hadn’t worried
stealing kisses under barnyard roofs
She begins to chastise
“Children put on your boots”
She raised the voice, and they scurried
But inside she was grinning ear to ear
Thinking of sweet-smelling memories
and grass-stained linen
As her children crawled near
She said, “Now listen,
I must share some stories…”
Copyright © Mckenzie Boyer | Year Posted 2015
communication from above the air
random as it doesnt compare
the meet of peoples taste
so many exceptions, unknown where it leads
but a friend can call on formiddible times
can suprize and place you up there
on that higher ground
where we all belong
they can be the calling we need
the lift that stands
the love we crave
we all meet at random places
or odd situations
we have the best times
the moments we never forget
the memories we look back years later
and just smile
thankful we had the time
and wish we had all over
again and again
always repeat those days
the real deep and meaningfuls
for what time we may have these tresured lives
that we share
may not be for long
but id never let go of those times
they made me who i am
the path i walked on
i might not see them all the time
but i do think about them
how i smile from to ear to ear
money cant buy that
no one can replace that
so with age comes being wise.. at times
and its those days that we had
makes life abit easier to live
they keep us going
and we never forgot them
Copyright © Aaron Wilson | Year Posted 2013
looking outside thinking what a beautiful day as I hear the cars, trucks, buses, and vans go by, but still thinking what a beautiful day, hearing the children playing outside , as the weather people say on the news its hot out today as they say that its suppose to get up to 90 degrees, people are thinking that Missouri having some weird weather, thinking yes that right, one minute its cold then the next minute its hot, don't know what to do, weather to get out the summer things or not, cause this weather can really get people sick, sitting here looking out the window as I wait on my bus, thinking that it might get up to 100 degrees outside today,
by: Sheena Shenia Jackson
Copyright © Sheena Casanova | Year Posted 2013
Early in the morning
The sun will rise
Will bring all the flowers
The flowers will start to bloom
They will bloom and go wowed
They won’t scatter because of that April shower
Copyright © Liza Salmon | Year Posted 2013
Spring time is near when the dawning of sun light beacons upon the horizon and the butterflies roam throughout the sky,
among sun shine rays piercing through tender vibrant flowers
as their journey to blossom began's,
When the days linger into nights transforming the skies into shimmering stars of light, illuminating the golden specks of sand as sprinkling ocean waves crash against its grain,
while ripples of white water recede back into the depths of the sea,
Transcending reflections of the magnificent lights shimmering from the crisp stary sky
AS springs just upon us.
Copyright © Blair Baldwin | Year Posted 2015
. THE BIRTH OF SPRING
To see and breath the birth of spring,
Ripe with the taste of soil and grass
You feel the freshness on your fingers.
Birds chirp pieces out of the morning
Silence, and the speckled colored bass
Float in lakes or up and over fly
Painted waters of pebbled streams.
In violet night, stars shine like glass
And the sweet smell of earth lingers
The crickets and whippoorwills sings
The songs of the virginal lass
And a boy clasping her fingers.
Copyright © mark east | Year Posted 2010
It's supposed to be Spring,
Though snow's on everything
Winter weather's no longer a charmer,
But Easter Sunday should be warmer
My budding flowers may soon die,
Because the temperature is not high
Global warming must be the reason,
For snowfall in the wrong season
Copyright © JANICE HERZOG | Year Posted 2009
As only Tennessee could.
As spring interrupts.
The chill of the ice-white
The winter wind-long
Gives way in Tennessee
To a palette of song.
Oaks in squirrel-scurry
Announce that there's nothing
Like Tennessee in the spring.
by E. Marshall Evans
Copyright © Ed Evans | Year Posted 2014
The cool air,
blowing in my hair,
the sound of bells ringing loud,
sitting down on the soft clouds.
This down right pleasure,
is what I'll treasure,
that no other dream can measure.
These yellow an red skies,
reveals its moment of time,
sleeping in the mid air as much as I please,
the view of the day in the sky,
as clear as the seven seas.
Copyright © verlena dillard | Year Posted 2014
Help me spring i wish to abolish winters melancholy ways send
your wipers of summer so that we may shake the foundation of
mothers ambivalence cohered her with your scents and colorful
flora for she seems to have become absent of mind and heart
wallowing in her winter satin remind her the path of your warm
pastures to seed summers germination
Copyright © christopher parris | Year Posted 2014
will take care of the morgue.
I am going to hang my god
today. Howling winds
are crashing into my breath.
In the sea
of flags, the white death walks on
naked bodies of faith. Innocence
will take a back seat
listening to the roaring assault
Was it a hymn to drink
the religion of rage ?
The men sitting in the glass vases
worshiping the rising sun in awe
with folded hands.
Copyright © Satish Verma | Year Posted 2013
Morning of bountiful blessing the cold has risen from the earth
A warmness has set among us letting us no of it's beauty
As the sun rises this morn I here birds talking outside my window
As the sun creeps upon my face this time of year is such a such a better place
Love that shout be in the air never to leave bringing a smile upon my face
The animals look as if their happy the harsh winter is off by a presence of peaceful an grace
Crickets chirp as the bull frogs follow along as morning approaches an the wild horses
Run free an wild
This evening wail I rock to an fro being as one with myself I pray tomorrow to be such as a beautiful
As today with the sun upon my face an the wild as magnificent as ever were the wild horse
Is free at last an the crickets sing to me to sleep with the shout of a wipers wills in the distance
Never I felt so much serenity peace an happiness it reminds me why I'm still here on earth
Thanks sincerely Tim
Copyright © Timothy Kegley | Year Posted 2014
The prickly pear cactus is frozen
And the plant has toppled over
As the temperature rises, clouds cover
And the plant thaws will it spring approval
In the spring will it be a trooper
With the instinct for survival all over
(This was the morning that Cody had phone calls at three AM and he didn't wake up to
answer them and I finally just got up. No excuse. I should have checked my work. Sara)
Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2010
I finally saw a robin bird,
Singing loudly to be heard
Tippy, my rescued kitten,
Sits in the window listenin'
My lilacs are now in bloom
I love the smell of their perfume
The days are now sunnier,
And so much warmer
My sweet Grandbaby, Genevieve,
Is getting too big to believe
Come the first day of May,
She'll have her first birthday
I'm so glad that Spring is here,
I've been waiting for it to appear
Copyright © JANICE HERZOG | Year Posted 2009
Why is it that an angel
is made to suffer too
and feel the pains of heartache
like only humans do
To sacrifice the future
for a chance to see a smile
when moments shared between
dont begin to compare to the
Lies of written conversation
keep this heart from growing
of waiting for the presence
of a face fondly admired
So take my heart not lightly
and tell that heart no lies
and perhaps when you wake
you can look into these eyes
and when heaven should miss
the only angel ever to
take the heart of a stray
and make the old feel new
the only thing I ask
is that you let me down gentle,
and think of me sometime
the spring rose who bloomed
with your help...at last.
Copyright © Evonne Van Gundy | Year Posted 2013
I CUT MY HAIR
and your're still here
I don't know why
I don't know why
you still love me
Funny how you like my attitude
It's crazy, funky
So not you, but me
Let's plant our garden
talk about it endlessly
Let's be you and me
Copyright © Kimmy Holmes | Year Posted 2008
Aconites push through Winter, whereas
Blooming Trillium come mid-way through.
Camellia's a shrub of blossoms...
Darling daffodils never do.
Easy breezy Dogwood trees
Forsythia screaming sunny yellow-
Growing crocuses in purple, bending over
Hyacinths to smell the scent.
Irises are small Spring blessings,
Jack the Pulpits are wildlife? (flower)
Killing snow; pale blue blooms from Chionodoxa
Lilac's deep fragrance filling the air...
Magnolias drifting from branches-
Night falls on all flowers. Pansies are awake, scared.
Ornamental cherries sway up high.
Primrose arrives part way.
Queasy ride is coming- add Scylla for fun!
Red bud trees rustles as the wind breathes-
Snowdrops fight through the cold
Tulips-everyone's love! Missed
Undying attraction to the colors of Spiraea.
Valleys covered in lilies late in season.
Witch Hazel adds another last splash of yellow
Xaern the Muscari scrubbing your toes...
Youthful blooms of Rhododendron.
Zap! Spring- and the Allium- is gone.
Early Spring Bloomer (End of Winter)
Center Alined: Late Bloomer
Normal: Mid-season Bloomer
No reason for formatting other than to make the poem more useful. I know little about flowers.
Copyright © Kit S | Year Posted 2016