Spring is the best time to play.
Outstanding performances don't go unnoticed.
Cards are used for warnings or send-offs.
Creativity is a key role.
Everyone participates on or off the field.
Referees are important.
Copyright © Samuel Hernandez | Year Posted 2015
(Dedicated to Folake)
Your eyes, woman
are like twilight rainbow
amorously bearing aloft passions of mine
toward androcytic ecstacy.
They tell of endless lights.
Night skies clarion the warmth of you
keep me balled-up till
i am tilted to your adorned essence.
May I call up words to adore you,
agglomerate them into a panoply of worshippers
unsandalled before you
like Moses at the burning bush.
And now you seem to fall asleep
but you tell me it's the heavy night
bidding toward a sunny dawn
wherein our love is lighted.
Slowly I let you fall asleep
impatient with the long night
waiting to gaze once more
into the eyes of my lovely love.
Then a lip is placed on yours
and you rouse up wide-eyed
smiling at my romantic move.
We enjoyed the night, cruising on.
Copyright © Onis Sampson | Year Posted 2013
A ll have anticipated rainy days
I inch by inch all living things
L let us give thanks
S sing praises to the Most High
H heavenly Creator of all things
O n earth, in our universe.
W e need not know or see all things
E each already have his or her work cut out
R rest assure there's silent reward
S search the scriptures, and see Solomon's soliloquy.
Copyright © Iris Elizabeth Sankey-Lewis | Year Posted 2015
Awakening from a frozen slumber, nature erupts in a
Plethora of colors, scents and sounds.
Rainy days come and go and sometimes produce a rainbow to
Ignite our fancy after winter's drab gray.
Life is renewed as the warmth of Spring replaces the nagging cold.
Copyright © Kim Merryman | Year Posted 2015
At this time of the year spring
prevails and the tulips grow
resplendent, as rich colors
infiltrate patches of white,
like jewels set in the snow.
Written by Emile born April 29, for “Birth Month Acrostics - Poetry Contest”.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015
Ardently, she sweeps away weary winter,
Preening her plumage, the year's infant peacock;
Rivers swell and rise, heavy life breasts.
Incandescent, she fires earth's darkness, sparking spring's fuse,
Liberating ice-encapsulated souls, warmth starved.
© Faye Lanham Gibson, August 8, 2015
Copyright © Faye Gibson | Year Posted 2015
bashful ignorance you don't entertain
right for the throat without mercy
open a wound and suck the veins
killer instinct no matter what the cost
each day for you is just an exercise
nastiness flows from you like sweat
porcelain skin and a fastidious aura
really fools the world and all its order
inducing fear wherever you tread
never feeling the need to know the facts
conceding never to such things as truth
essays written by you are only fabrication
soon you will of self imploded darkly dire
scour your heart charred as black as soot
Copyright © Darren Lee | Year Posted 2015
In the Sea
Turbulent was not the sea, on April 10,1912 wonderful largest liner floated safely
Inspired by luxurious ocean voyage affluent passengers sailed happily
Tension-free ship suddenly struck on April 12 by hidden ice berg getting holes
Abrupt rush of water flow flooded the deck causing ship wreck
Not enough life boats to accommodate in saving all innocent helpless souls
Ill-fated Titanic sank, Captain Smith prayed till last breath with choked throat
Carpathia reached too late to rescue a very few in the life boats still afloat
Copyright © Anisha Dutta | Year Posted 2015
Assured to find a muse
Penmenship must be at its best
Relaxation and motivation is needed
Inspirations will be its bounty
Let the world discover its tale
Tribute To All Poets
Remember April Is
May You All Find That Muse
Copyright © Katherine Stella | Year Posted 2009
A- April's National Poetry Month
P- Part of every year
R- Ready for it's heart felt punches
I- It's rarely not held dear
L- Love is what it brings to me
"April" is my favorite month out of the year
My name is Ruth Courtney and my first poem on Poetrysoup was APRIL, I wrote it in April my second poem posted GOODLUCK was honored as a highlighted poem right after. I enjoy Poetry Soup contests, mail and conversing with fellow soupers.
Copyright © Courtney Courtney | Year Posted 2012
Always trying to fit in, where even water is a stranger
Poetry, my sweet remedy
Reading, writting my joy in which to escape
In my own little world I see Paula kissing me
Loving her with such passion, and devotion
Enter fear not my screaming soul
Leave all, let yourself in my shoes
Even the happiest heart will mourn
Vacant are the halld of my heart, for she is a jelous artist
Equally I too wish to hang her art upon my heart
Nevermind the passing of time
Timid is the soul that lives with in
Hear my words, hear my heart speak unto you
Nothing can change his past
Invoke my inner poet and love will speak "Paula"
Never looking back for a path revised is a change in whom you are
Elevating a step higher always having her in mind
Time itself can be held to a pause, as he speaks
Escape into my vision, see not the globe for greean, but for beauty
Erase, delete my past, but a witness can never forget
Night falls into his poetic verses, yet he goes on
Elastic are are ways of seeing his path
Insight, always looking into his future
Generous to his kin
Humble to praise his King
Tone, a voice of an angel, persuasive and smooth
Young and strong, leaping is his scene
Ending all his work in her name
Invisible yet full of color is his passionate imagery
Giving all of his heart he fights to retain his soul mate
Honorable verses for they draw many breaths
Time again paused to his choice, he lives for her
Copyright © Edward Orozco | Year Posted 2009