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The Butterflies Dance - Whitney

 
~The Butterflies Dance~ (A Double Whitney) The sun is so warm and nice there is cheer everywhere cause spring has sprung one more time and winter so cold is now gone. The robins have returned and the hibiscus and the roses bloom again to my delight Now I see butterflies dance. Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 copyright@2012 January.27.2015

Copyright © Dorian Petersen Potter | Year Posted 2015

Details | Sapphic stanza | |

A Spring Miracle

April's mist has filtered the early sunrise, Meadows spread their blankets of colored rainbows Newborn lambs have nestled in clover cradles, christened by dewdrops
___________________ By Carrie 3/17/15 For Craig's Contest: Sapphic Stanza Number Three

Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2015

Details | Tanka | |

- Small Hands -

 


I will define Spring

In the beauty calm your mind

The length of daylight 

Child's inquisitive wonder

Celebrate rainbow colors










26.01.2016
A-L Andresen :)
Tanka  5-7-5-7-7

Copyright © Anne Lise Andresen | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse | |

Springtime On The Prairies

Mother Nature gaily poses,
dressed in spring’s majestic splendor.
For Her flowered gown’s dappled with
purple pigments and puce pastels.

Tepid Chinooks melt virgin snows,
that fill meandering rivers. 
And form long, lazy loops that snake
across emerald green prairie.

A golden sun imbues its light,
with a sense of hope and magic.
And gilding the edge of darkness,
dawn heralds its resurrection.

A watermelon horizon,
marks the birth place of a new day.
And pink cotton candy clouds float
above ribbons of vermilion.

Reminiscent of paradise,
the wildflowers are all in bloom.
And atop gently swaying stalks,
gaze up at indigo skies.

Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015

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Spring of A Blue Butterfly

Spring of a Blue Butterfly

These blossoming flowers that stand and all those that sing,
Are now harvesting and having ridden out a flourishing desire?
Ultimately they in unison lie closed as the early wind thus ridden
then cling,
As there are wheels which have sliced through the early April mire.

Off in the distance, a blue butterfly brings in the dawn of spring
And with dewy fluffs of flakes in the air as in flurry on flurry,
There are magnificent mixed colors on their vibrant of wings
It is shown on flowers for days on days unless they do hurry.

These multi-colored blue butterflies so vibrant and flying
In the early morning of fine mystic tunes do keep us mystifying
With all of the earth's finest green pastures of calming disasters
Reach onto each and everything beautiful of songs sweet masters

These blossoming flowers tjat stand and all those that sing
Are now harvesting and having ridden out a flourishing desire.
Ultimate they fly in unison as close in the early morn to ring
As there are wheels which have slived through the early April mire.

Written: April 7, 2015
Melody Thomas

Copyright © Melody Thomas | Year Posted 2015

Details | Sonnet | |

Spring And Sunlight Wrap This Heavenly View

Spring And Sunlight Wrap This Heavenly View

Slowly I climb that very steep and rocky hill,
seeking the beautiful summit so far above.
As a breeze sends me that cool pleasant chill,
far away echoes, sweet calls of morning dove.

Summit reached, burden was greatly reduced,
as I saw great flowery meadows unfurled.
This the beauty God magnificently produced,
one of his many fine gifts to this world.

Spring and sunlight wrap this Heavenly view,
in a sheen invading my searching soul.
Each visit, I find feelings serene and new
relieving me of dark world's heavy toll.

Thus I battle with dark and unknown gloom.
By entering Nature's gifted wilderness room.

Robert J. Lindley, 09-24-2015

Note: I just felt the need to write a sonnet this morn.
Thus from my memory this new poem was born from
a place that I once visited quite often.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

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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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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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Blossom

                                              Sweet scented blossom
                                             Confetti sent from heaven    
                                                 With a gentle breeze                                    

                                                      Jan Allison
                                                  26th April 2014

My grateful thanks to  Elly Wouterse for helping me change and add to  the original few words to produce a haiku!

~Entered into Debbie Guzzi's contest Spring into Haiku ~
             ~  Awarded Honourable Mention ~

                                

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2014

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HERE COMES SPRING

Here Comes Spring


They sit, waiting, fluffed birds on cold perch,
eyes pinched against winter’s harsh white
in defiance of the season’s bitter curse
holding still night’s frail and icy light.

Blanketed beneath soft downy quilt
potential undisturbed in earthen tomb
awaiting subtle shift of solstice tilt
to bathe in chilling waters flowing womb.

Awakened they push toward warming sun
soft buds that trumpet beauty’s soft reply
that Spring will see the nests and webs redone
nature’s essence seduce the butterfly.

The spinning color wheel of flowered glee
the scents and sounds of that we cannot see.



2/21/2015

Submitted – Flower Song – Poetry contest
sponsor –Rick Parise

Copyright © John lawless | Year Posted 2015

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A Night To Remember

So sweet a kiss
The murmuring tunes of Spring
In the fragrant breath of night
Hums within my slumbering ears.
Like the whispering trees dancing
In the softest dews descending
From the vapours of the skies 
When the soothing night
Was young with the glimmering moon of May.

The poor labouring clouds expanded wide
In the muted distance ripe with coldness
While the storming of the Eastern wind
Drifted through the blossoming fields
Graced by the sultry springs in the lulling hours.
I pulled the weary drapes
When the night grew old with silence
From a crystal window 
Mirrored against the dumb fields
Black with the night.
A soft mist exudes the dead wind
Curled around the nodding branches.
Then I stealed away to the vacant spot
Where a crackling fire
Invaded the mournful breath of silence.

Lipsing sounds intrudes the night
Upon the quiet slopes and verdant span
Where the blossoms gently bow
Kissing soft the silver spray
Fluttering in the starry distance.
There sauntered I
Under the gladsome sky
To pluck a cherry from its stem
Outstretched beneath the sobbing moon
That in the dawning misty hours
That silver orb of light expires
When the sun had greet the day
With a golden sigh!



















  


 

Copyright © Mustapha Mohammed | Year Posted 2013

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Rose of Annamarie

Collecting the colors of nature,
the yellow, the blue and the green.
From the top of the stair,
I see a color so rare,
I go into the garden to see.
A snap-shot in my mind,
of the color I’d find,
just as my mind’s eye took it…
I continue my quest,
searching everywhere lest,
the dim light of dawn overlooks it.
I spy a fresh rose,
with petals of red,
I pick it not-
but admire instead.
It’s splendor and color,
at times wild and free,
are all reminiscent
of Annamarie…
Copyright © 2013

Copyright © Cole Banner | Year Posted 2013

Details | Epigram | |

SPRING


Spring:
Nature’s perpetual resolve     
To 
Incarnate divinity’s conception of 
Beauty
On
The vast canvas of fertile earth                   
By 
Executing faithfully, eternity’s holy
Duty! 


© Demetrios Trifiatis
      24 March 2014

Copyright © Demetrios Trifiatis | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse | |

Spring Abounds

Uprooting the dreams
of yesterday,
time sows the seeds
of tomorrow.

And clouds shed tears
of April rain,
while winter wanes
and spring abounds.

Fleeing far flung
sanctuaries,
migrating birds
start heading home.

And on the winds
of open sky,
caterpillars
try new found wings.

Bright trilliums
and daffodils,
usher in the 
first days of warmth.

And tulips flaunt
their waxen bells,
atop stalks of
emerald green.

Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015

Details | Light Poetry | |

THE SPOT


On Manhattan's West Side...
You descend ancient stairs
You've crossed the Drive
River Side Drive
Expect to float on air of beauty.

Cherry blossoms pink won't wink
They'll courtesy as you walk, jog, bike
Their fragrance light and airy
Suffuse each path paved smooth
Sloped path leads to arched cemented canopy
As ancient as view
The Hudson embraces you
A garden path with bright flowers 
Will warm your heart
The young, the old, those in between
They live for such scenes
Sky, trees, mound overlooking New Jersey
The Hudson River is where I met my honey.

*

Copyright © Iris Elizabeth Sankey-Lewis | Year Posted 2015

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Storm And Thunder, We Didn't Listen

Storm And Thunder, We Didn't Listen

We met, raging waterfalls glisten
our hearts ate into our souls
Storm and thunder, we didn't listen
love burned as red hot coals!

Its was Spring and clear sunny skies
your whispers melted into my mind
Time stopped then suddenly it flies
my heavens, what a sweet find!

A single night, such a sad separation
your body I craved every hour
That face, heart's great inspiration
your soul, a delicate flower!

Every moment became another feast
we together, my heart a'singing
Your smile, rising dawn from the East
your voice, sweet echoes a'ringing

Summer came, we found greater loves
waltzing in the cool rains
Soon we became birds, nesting doves
our lives aching with no pains!

We met, the waterfalls glisten
our hearts ate into our souls
Storm and thunder, we didn't listen
love burned as red hot coals!

Robert J. Lindley, 08-21-2015

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

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Spring Once Called Out Her Plan

Spring Once Called Out Her Plan


Spring once called to the rocks and streams,
your cries bring me again in cool, cool dreams.
Nature my mother, sends me now to comfort you
to each its benefits from seasons so true.

Spring once called to the forest and fields,
your cries bring me in an anxious rush.
Nature my mother, sends Her love in my yields
as my beauty explodes in a silent hush.

Spring once called to the moaning skies,
your cries bring me to wet your big rains
Nature my mother, Her love never denies
although renewal brings its own deep pains!

Spring once spoke, this into the heart of man
your cries for blessings sent to your God
Nature my mother, holds you so dear in Her plan
has gladly and forever been given Divinity's nod!

Robert J. Lindley, 08-12-2015

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

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Spring Colors

Sun shining on a spring day
Grass spent months under winter’s snow
Reaching for the sky
Hoping for that one last sunbeam
Desiring a moment of warmth
Streams covered with ice
Thaw into distant rivers
Feeding fields as they flow by
Plants and trees spread into life
Showing a beauty hidden by the icy cold
Flowers burst through the ground
Hues and tints not remembered
Brought back to the imagination
Turning empty hillsides into palettes
Painted by brushes created at the start of time
The colors grow and fade
As the time of summer comes and goes
And once again
The beauty and color of life
Hides beneath a white blanket
Waiting for that one moment 
For the sun to return on another spring day

Copyright © R. e. taylor | Year Posted 2009

Details | Diamante | |

- NEW SPRING -

               
                                     
                                                   Energy
                                            longing, harmony
                                   melting snow, heat, joy of life
                         sunlight, sweet smelling, sprouts, birdsong
                                    grass grow, blue sky, beauty
                                           liberating, new hope
                                                 happiness






17.04.2013
A-L  Andresen :)

Copyright © Anne Lise Andresen | Year Posted 2013

Details | Light Poetry | |

Erotic Spring

There is an orgy of fruit above our heads
Delectable sweetness falls unto our beds
We shall devour the sweetness so ripe and pure
Tantalizing encounters,
Angels so bright with amorous decor
Intercourse woven upon the forest floors,
Lustfully we be bedridden
Satisfying our wanton souls in the village of Sidon

Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2015

Details | Haiku | |

- Haiku X 46 -The Beauty of Spring -

 


   Born from soil SNOWDROPS
   ICY wind, frost in the ground
   An early SPRING signs 





   15.02.2015
   A-L Andresen :)
   Copyright © All Rights Reserved

Copyright © Anne Lise Andresen | Year Posted 2015

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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 heart in endless bliss

The moment the sun draws the mist form 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 L. Mcdaid & A-L Andresen 17.03.2015
Copyright © All Rights Reserved

Copyright © Anne Lise Andresen | Year Posted 2015

Details | Kimo | |

- Gift From Nature -



Water pearls reflected shimmering sea
An adventure one spring day 
Natural beauty queen






09.03.2015
A-L  Andresen :)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved

Copyright © Anne Lise Andresen | Year Posted 2015

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- Haiku X 48 - When Spring Awakens -

- Haiku X 48 - When Spring Awakens -

Frosted mountains thaws
Waterfalls strongly thunder
Waves of spring new life 

A new beginning
Running through the meadowsweets
Can we wish for more



06.03.2015
A-L  Andresen :)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved

Copyright © Anne Lise Andresen | Year Posted 2015

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- Harmoniously Spring -



Seasons pass in the flow of changing

Beautiful as nature's elements just delightful

The spring, a princess on heaven and earth

You know the fragrance has a special language

So sweet, so sweet little violets in their blooming

Right now it's Spring that gently touches my face

Take care of it with all the tenderness you can give






07.04.2015 A-L Andresen :) 
Copyright © All Rights Reserved

Copyright © Anne Lise Andresen | Year Posted 2015

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Wildflowers

Standing out in a field alone, a little white flower named Daisy longed for someone to share her world.
One day a blue flower named Bachelor Button entered her world they became friends.
 She knew by his name that he was not the propagating kind, but that didn’t stop their relationship she called him BB short for best bud.
The seasons of Spring & Summer they enjoyed the sun, laughed in the rain and held on fast in the Fall.
Winter came it was long and hard they were both covered in a blanket of snow, not knowing whether they would ever see each other again or even survive .The snow fell     then came the ice, this went on for months.

The Sun shone brightly the first day of spring. A few days later warmth of the sun melted the snow, Daisy popped up .
 I’ve been waiting days for you to come out, said BB, they both chanted hooray!
The snow was completely gone in a few days, the birds started building their nests , bugs were crawling around ,butterflies began to visit the two flowers. I wish there were more of us Daisy said, to BB.

They laughed as the sun and wind blew through their leaves.  Then it started the sun and rain took turns until one morning the air & field was filled with the smell of flowers.
 
Daisy and BB looked at each other and asked what kind of flowers are these ? they’re not white like daisies they’re not blue like bachelor buttons. They did not know the birds and bugs carried the seeds from the two of them and the caterpillars buried them under the soil.
The seeds from the new flowers were then carried by the winds many miles away, they landed in fertilized gardens and flourished, although they faced danger everyday. 
as they were called WEEDS ..
 The Gardener pulls weeds out of the garden so they don’t choke the flowers, which cost a lot of money and require lots of maintenance.

However there was a Gardener who saw her friends spending hours weeding their garden , that they didn’t have enough time to admire and enjoy the labors of their love
So she set out to give a home to all the weeds ,she provided a place where they could fit in and multiply, they required no maintenance, rain provides their water .

The best part of all is their beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
 Ask my granddaughter-- What are those flowers in the garden ?
  She will answer "WILDFLOWERS " their parents were Daisy and BB

Copyright © kj force | Year Posted 2013

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Today He Sang To Me

Each morning, for several years,
We’ve fed the squirrels and birds.
Oh, the fun we have watched
And the beautiful songs we've heard.
Families have started and grown.
Once two squirrels, now eight.
Cardinals, among many other birds,
Know feeding time….are never late.
Cardinals mate for life and prefer 
A permanent nest to call their home.
And if food is readily available,
Even their young won’t roam.
So, now our trees are filled 
With morning Cardinal song.
Our cats are old and fat. 
All is good and life is long.
A bigger Cardinal, I call him Big Red,
Is first there every morning.
I think he’s the elder whose job it is
To sing out his ‘OKs’ or issue warnings.
He watches from the trees as I feed.
He used to hide, but no more.
He’s been coming closer lately,
I guess by now he thinks he knows the score.
This Spring morning was so ideal; 
So, after feeding, it was coffee on the patio;
Watching all the critters nosh 
As they come and go, come and go.
Quite suddenly, not even ten feet away,
The big Cardinal landed on the patio.
Surprised as could be, I was very still.
“Hey, Big Red.”, I said, sure that he would go.
He stood his ground, giving me the eye.
I could see his mate on the fence,
Watching so intently, 
Probably wishing he would fly.
Slowly I lifted my cup in a toast.
“Cardinals rule.” I said quietly.
Then, something very special happened.
For a time, he sang....to me.
It made me very happy.

 

 

Copyright © Robert Candler | Year Posted 2015

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North Carolina

North Carolina—a beautiful place of humble abode,
On summer vacations or all the year round.
Rife with history, the Wright Brothers showed,
Thanks to Kitty Hawk's sand dunes at heights quite profound,
Hosting Earth's first manned flight on wings at our coast.

Carolina Tarheels—the battle cries loud,
Across our green state, Biltmore east, towards Kill Devil Hills.
Rolling gently across cotton and tobacco fields plowed,
Over civil war lands defended with vigor and skill.
Lakes and streams they're a plenty, abundant wildlife to boast,
Identified as "Southern" south of Mason-Dixon’s own line.
North Carolina place of wonder, from mountains to coast,
Appalachian Trail hikers by the thousands lovingly opine.

So the next time you feel, the need to discover,
Visit North Carolina's splendor, with a friend, sister, or brother!

Copyright © Michael Wegman | Year Posted 2014

Details | Romanticism | |

A Flower's Funeral

A sweet flower's funeral
displayed in the cold months
of snowy weather and bone chilling shivers.
A sweet flower burned away, dried up;
buried six feet under.

Oh, my sweet flower,
how you once bloomed with no remorse,
like a madman blooming with beauty
and a glorious halo over your head
shinned with such power and blinding glory.

Oh my sweet flower how you have gone now,
resting in peace in the land of paradise.
Oh, my heart it is weak when I see your face,
of once beautiful smiles and warm embraces.
I can hear your crying out to be free.

Snowing and bone chilling cold ripes at my soul
and feelings of sorrow rage through my blood,
boiling my hatred to the world, for losing your
sweet and ever glorious beauty.

What I would give away, if I could be with you
one last night, one last night together
to hold you in my arms, to smell your sweet perfume
that brings back sweet memories of you and I.
What I would do to be with you,
such romance travels through my heart in the highways
of my veins in my body, love is all throughout me,
and my heart breaks when pictures of you start to collect dust.

My love for you, my sweet flower,
is still ingering through the air,
as I travel and look upon a tombstone
which shows your beautiful name.

Come to me my dear flower,
when spring comes,
come to me my dear, sweet flower.
And bloom once again,
twice as large as last year,
and ten times more beautiful then last year.
Come to me in the first months of spring
in my dreams, so I could sit and talk with you.
I miss you already,
and my heart crys,
my eyes flood with tears of sorrow.
I miss our love we shared.
Long walks,
cosy talks,
warm cuddling embraces
and beautiful displayed in a picture frame.
Now I hear the tapping of raindrops on my window pane.
That is all that keeps me company,
that and the rose you gave to me
and a picture of you and me.
Love is endless, even when blue eyed Death comes to visit
and play a game of chess with us,
we all play our game, my love.
I shall go tonight
in my sleepy slumber
and dream of you in the times of our height in our love for each other.
My lost love, you are gone, resting in paradise,
but never forgotten my sweet flower.

-10/6/2013-

Copyright © Chris Boskovski | Year Posted 2013

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Spring Vs Summer

  

~Spring versus Summer~ (Rhyme) Spring is slowly leaving And summer is swiftly arriving And for me that really matter Because the days are getting hotter I love spring but mostly I love fall That's when I really have a ball That's when the days are just kinder By reminding me when days are just better! I hate to see spring go, And for summer to my door just to show, I don't like to feel all the heat, Because that's when my body takes the beat I prefer much better the cold weather But I like it more when we are together, Lots of rain and winds start to fall and blow, Spring is about to exit and take her bow Spring is slowly leaving And summer is swiftly arriving It makes me sad to see spring go And for summer to my door just to show. Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 copyright@2007 January.31.2015

Copyright © Dorian Petersen Potter | Year Posted 2015