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Flower Song

Oh, blossoms, waken! Here comes spring. Each flower, raise your pretty face. The sun and rain are here to bring you sustenance. Bring us your grace! Arise, dear Tulip, from your bed, and show to us your every hue - your purple, orange, pink and red. Come, Violet, and show your blue! Sweet Daffodil, come take your pose. Your sunny smile is needed here alongside precious fragrant Rose. White Lily, shine your Easter cheer! Now Kokopelli plays his tune. Arise, fair blooms; your time comes soon!l For the Flower Song Contest of Rick Parise


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The Fall of The Winter King

The Fall of The Winter King    

He had risen to power
fueled by a vicious and ruthless determination
to reclaim a lost throne.

His tactics had stunned the unsuspecting,
laid barren the fields,
blanketed the forest,
silenced the sounds of life itself.

A dictator, seeking no counsel,
accepting no offers of surrender,
driven by the desire to destroy
the kingdom that had usurped his throne.

Rumors spread of a daring bud – sprouting -
a tune hummed by the imprisoned trees
adrift on the whipping winds of war
in defiance of the heartless king.
A call to arms sounded
by the most gentle, the most delicate.

The first acts of open rebellion,
The resounding crack of the ice jamb
the aching roar of the river’s rage
surging over its banks
awakening those still held captive.

Slowly the insurrection took root
buds gathered in hidden clusters,
trees quietly bloomed
muffling the screeching gales,
offering safety to bands of rebels.
Flocks of warblers met -
feathered archers - hurling their
darting arrows against the glare
of a cold king’s horror.

Sweet grasses spread across
the brown, despoiled fields -
a verdant gauntlet tossed in the face of dread.
Flowers crept from thawing dungeons
waving their colors,
swarms of banished pollinators
followed the call to duty.

The ebb and flow of battle -
frosted retreats,
clandestine sunrise maneuvers.
The resurgence of heart,
the growing hope of warmth.

As memory of the chilled repression
faded preparation was made
to receive the beauty and bounty
of a new and peaceful King. 


John G. Lawless
1/11/2015

For SKAT’s Winter’s End – Poetry Contest


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- 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


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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


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SPRING REFULGENCE

                     Icicles on leaves and branches of trees
                         They begin to melt down bit by bit
                  Rays of sunlight appears, as winter cease
                 Freezing air fades, as glow of sun increase

                      Squirrels, rabbits run wild and free
                      Birds of various speed soaring high
                      Their mellifluous tweets, a melody
                      Piebald butterflies dancing merrily

                  Leafless, lifeless trees in healthy living
              Colorful buds of daffodils, magnolias around
        Their natural beauty, a wonder, stately astounding!
       Rain falls, softening the earth as new shoots abounds!

        Frozen grasses before, now stilled with energy light
            Blossoms as well, humbled with new beginning
                     Seeds scattered rises as in springs
           Snows  gone, as sun's refulgence a revering bright

03/03.2014
2:19 am


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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


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Flower Song


Oh, where do tender flowers sing?
When do we hear flushed petals strum?
Soft on the breeze, blooms sweetly hum.
Their melodies begin in spring.

I walk through meadows delicate.
The flowers’ song a symphony;
no sound of death’s cacophony.  
In beauty, earth and sky beget.   

The season’s sounds, a pleasure heard,
each flight of buzzing bumble bee,
each butterfly fluttering free,
Spring’s lyrics sung without a word.

With every flower blooming wild,
lovers dance silently beguiled.


*For Rick's Flower Song Contest, 2/15/15
Form - enclosed rhyme, ending in a couplet





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SPRING'S WHISPER





Spring’s tender whisper 

Thawed, old winter’s frozen heart, 
 
Flowers jumped for joy!





© Demetrios Trifiatis
  03 MARCH 2015


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Spring Flower Song

Spring Flower Song Oh lovely Spring, at Winter’s end, you sing and dance Within our waiting hearts as we look forward to How nature’s Springtime’s palette will create romance With beauty of your sprouting flowers born anew. Sweet yellow Daffodil among the first, you bring That sunny glow of rebirth to our waiting eyes, Along with purple Iris, blue Scilla, you sing And join the gold Forsythia neath sun-filled skies. Pansy, Anemone and Crocus blossoms show The longed-for beauty of our Springtime’s renewed site, With varied pastel colors…and of course we know The fuzzy Pussy Willow’s catkins will delight. So very blessed we are with new life on our Earth, As budding Spring fulfills her promise of rebirth. Sandra M. Haight Contest: Flower Song Sponsor: Rick Parise Iambic Hexameter


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Petals With Butterfly Wings



Let the petals get wings of butterfly tell the withering rose to shed its sorrow see how beautifully under the spring sky petals will spread their wings tomorrow. Tell the withering rose to shed its sorrow like butterflies on their first flights petals will spread their wings tomorrow catching spring morning's first sunlight. Like butterflies on their first flights colourful flowers will be in the air catching spring morning's first sunlight spreading fragrances every where. Colourful flowers will be in the air see how beautifully under the spring sky spreading fragrances every where, let the petals get wings of butterfly. © kash poet (kashinath karmakar) ********************************* By:kash poet Placement:1st; February 2013 Contest:Petals in The Wind Sponsor:Gail Doyle


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The Birth of Spring - Constanza

April graces us with showers, 
As cold snows melt, their wintry scene
Is changed to many shades of green.

From tender shoots, soon, Spring flowers.
Apollo's face is golden fair...
The scent of spring is in the air.

As blossoms float down from bowers
When gusts of April breezes blow, 
They spread below like golden snow.

I delight and watch for hours, 
For truly at this time of year
I feel God's presence dwelling here.

Blessed and touched by divine powers.
The joy of springtime here on Earth
Is felt with every flower's birth.

April graces us with showers, 
From tender shoots, soon, Spring flowers.
As blossoms float down from bowers
I delight and watch for hours, 
Blessed and touched by divine powers. 



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From a Tiny and Bright Orange Flower in the Woods

Hark! Don’t forsake me. 
Search for me. 
Look down low, in the underbrush. 
I will be good for you.
Though I’ve been given just a little of our endless world,
I have the glowing fire of raging cordilleras,
The blazing sunsets of Equatorial skies,
The lustrous skin of succulent citrus.
I am orange truth.


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''A flower breaks out afresh--''

A flower breaks out afresh from its swollen, 
green bud and then stretches outward into 
the sun-drenched sky.

A thing of nature that's timeless
and perennial, it faithfully blooms and
adorns its surroundings like its predecessors.

Never alone, it is joined by its floral neighbors
of its own kind in fragrant numbers, suffusing 
the atmosphere all around with a heavy, yet 
sweet stench of lavender and honeysuckle.

The thick odor seduces and encourages the
flower-borne bees, hornets, and yellow-
jackets nearby into a steady rhythm and pulse 
of continuous labor over the pollen-rich 
blossoms and perfumed, colorfully-tinted 
petals. From an adjacent pond the over-
abundant and unsubtle beauty of the 
lily-of-the-valleys add their distinctiveness 
to the already rich and lush floral landscape, 
now teeming with the life and vigor of 
spring in full bloom.


 


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Spring Hope

A flower so blooms through the new fallen snow
While wicked old winter’s wind wistfully blows
Allowing a glimpse, of spring through the white
Though old mister winter kisses green grass goodnight
A sign of the future, a welcoming spring
The flower gave hope, despite white suffering
It told of its virtue, its strength and its pride
And said, though it’s winter, it shan’t ever hide
For there in the distance you can see spring draw near
Winter will end soon, just like year after year


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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.


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Season

Season

Springtime bluebells

Within forest spreading

Such picturesque viewing delights

Yearly


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Cherry Blossoms

heavenly scented
raining of cherry blossoms
fresh blanket of pink


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Echoes Of The Heart



O' where O' where does my Spring flower bloom........ ~ Chardonnay sips at midnight upon the fires warm glow her face lit in flickering beauty as my hand followed each curve delicate and slow A reunion of two hearts with echoing beauty behold I reminisce in silent murmurs within my heart aglow One year to the day in frantic thoughts I search my loving poetic fortress again and again I yearn ~ O' where O' where does my Spring flower bloom........ A reunion of two hearts with echoing beauty behold I reminisce in silent murmurs within my heart aglow O' where O'where..........


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Leeroy von Nebulae

Leeroy von Nebulae and Pitter Patter Supernova

Upon the sparkling April field, where the bell-flowers blossome'd,
two poets stood amid the blooms, two writers of their wisdom,
where singing aves exalted them, cause deep in verse have fathome'd
and treated poetry like none, with loyalty and serfdom.

Meantime the birds were chirping in the leafage of the forest
the two composers synthesize'd the crop of thoughts that random
became their poetry's free verse, philosophy, thus, modest,
the scriptures called bankrupted talk and artlessness of flotsam.

The authors, thus, amid the trees, and vervains' purple colors,
narrated 'bout the pepper steaks and pizzas pepperoni,
the grayish donkeys and their bray, through softened words of candor,
conducting hence this spectacle and joyous ceremony.

What was occurring round the two was godly sent, on purpose;
the softened breeze, the sunny morn, the singing of the birdies,
and furthermore their kindest verse that both believed was flawless,
- the soul's redemption stands upon the praising by the toadies.

Obtusely raising, slow but firm, their tilted thoughts euphoric
have driven both to fly above this natural assemblage,
hence joyfully enjoine'd the cause of logic anti-strophic,
amid the clouds envisioning a pizza-Heaven-cottage.

Leeroy von Nebulae and Pitter Patter Supernova
expressed their malarky of verse, that donkeys then recited
and stood impassive 'mid the blooms, their thoughts a dull cadenza,
evaluated by the birds, that chirped their notes, astounded.

© 03-23-2014, G. Venetopoulos, All Rights Reserved
(Iambic decapentasyllabic verse)


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She is like a Rose

She is like a sweet, smelling rose
blooming in the month of May.
Blooming with large, red peddles
sprawling and conquoring with beauty.
She is like a Spring Rose.

Her heart, like the rose is beautiful.
She stands there, blooming mad.
Her hair flowing, like the rose's peddles growing.
Standing tall and posterious, like the green, stern stem of the rose.
She is glorious and beautiful, just like the rose,
the sweet smiling rose, in the month of May.

Glorious and brave.
as the rain washes her peddles away,
and the gardener coming with his rusty clippers
to cut her away. I hold back and slowly burst to tears.
For I do not want to see my love go away.
But, like the rose she will grow and bloom once again.
And she will come back bigger, brighter and taller.

She is like the rose.
She is beautiful, like the May weather roses.
She is the red, ruby hearted rose,
that sparkles with the afternoon raindrops,
slowly dripping of the peddles.
She is like the rose, for every time I touch the rose,
I get stabbed by her pointy torns.

She is just like the May Rose.
Perfect for admiring, but not for touching.
She is like a rose.


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SPRING FEVER

Look, it's the first bloom of spring
A proud daffodil stands all alone
Soon to be joined by others
And light up our lovely home

Like the sun she beams so brightly
Announcing that Spring is here
There's no shyness in her yellow bud
She wants our notice that much is clear

So like a magnet I'm drawn to her
And to all that she represents
The changing of the seasons
Gazing upon her brings sweet content

The birds are singing a happy song
The breeze is waving its approval
New beginnings are bursting forth
Bright colors are Winter's removal

Sleepy beauty is waking up
The prince has placed his kiss
The lone daffodil is now surrounded
Together they dance in bliss

Kindly my Spring fever is satisfied 
What once was hope has now arrived
And the world has come alive again
The long Winter I've survived!

Ballad Poem

Contest: Spring Fever
Sponsored by: POETESS DARKLY


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fragrant

petals fall down

drifting on a spring breeze

to blanket the ground

reminiscent of the snow

but fragrant to the senses


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God's Reason For the Four Seasons

Each season has a special reminder to us...
We see God's love and can only trust.
Whether it is winter, spring, summer or fall.
I believe spring is the most beautiful of them all.

Things come into full bloom...
Everything grows until there just isn't any more room.
The gardens are being planted.
It is one season we do not take for granted.

Everything is fresh and alive...
It seems as if God is right there by our side.
The grass turns green,
With each new year there are more flowers to be seen.

A vast array of colors has just begun...
The flowers are given warmth from the rays of the sun.
The rain comes down to water them below.
The flowers come up as we all watch them grow.

With the fall of the leaves there's a fresh cool breeze...
Then comes the winter with a cold, cold freeze.
In the summer there is the shade of the trees.
But it is spring that I love to see.

The four seasons come and go...
But for sure this one thing I know.
This is His special love to us from above.
I find this to be: " God's reason for the four seasons."

"Garden"





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Title Poem

"Spring Showers" spread
"Lilac Blooms" through
"The Neighborhood"
and to places "Unseen",
"Above The Clouds".
"Where The Wind Blows" and
"Where Eagles Dare", the
"Shattered Pieces" of violet "Lilac Blooms"
become a "Color Show" "Caught In The Middle",
"Treasures Forever Hidden".
"A Ripple In Time",
"Unseen",
"Where The Wind Blows".

Its all in the titles contest, 8-17-2013


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Folds of White

The hills are clothed in gleaming folds of white,
With flow'rs, whose heady fragrance fills the air:
The spring has come, the sun pours out his light
On three small children playing without care.
The girl weaves knots of flowers in her hair,
Her brothers tumble down the hills and play;
They each enjoy the spring their special way.


{January 3d, 2014}


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Cherry Blossoms

Bursting with fragrance
Popping with soft, pink, red hues 
Cherry blossoms bloom!


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New Life

Refreshing time is spring time 
To see new growth appear
Amazing colours take my breath
Sweet spring time is finally here.

To see the mass of snowdrops
A carpet white like snow
The daffodils and crocuses
The colours seem to glow.

The beauty of this season
Is more than words can say
Just sitting in my garden
On a gorgeous spring time day.


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Daffodil

Sound your trumpet loud oh Daffodil
So all around can hear
Cover green with golden quilt
To show that spring is here

Fill our hearts with hopes of Sun
To warm us to our core
Enrich our lives with petals gold
Heralding spring with winter o’er

Your golden flutes play to our hearts
As we gaze upon your spread
Slowly swaying in the wind 
In reverence your bowed head

We too our heads we need to bow
And thank Him for our sight
To look upon you Daffodil
Is to remind us of His might


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Spring Has Sprung

Spring has sprung again --
sunshine, flowers, waterfalls:
God’s gifts to mankind!


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LET IT RAIN

It's raining today - dreary it may be
The imagery of the raindrops in my view
Dripping !  In my brain I visualize
The dark clouds surrounding me
Thus I see - will there be sunlight
I look, I ponder! I watch and I surmise
the sun may peak in these predominant skies
Mesmerized - sun rays gleam in my eyes
Those beautiful hues - and yet the spectrum
The iris - that beautiful rainbow
It feeds my soul - I look at beauty
And thus blooms the flower - I know
It rained today and thus I say
The gardens grew - if you only knew
I woke - I had beautiful thoughts
Raindrops danced on my life this day
And yes! I saw a bud flourish petals
It's spring - and the rain doth bring
With a little help from the sun , my flower
Blooming in my head I visualize
Look what I saw when I looked at the skies
Imagery in my head, I thought
Imagine it  - and the bird it may sing
Music to my ears - I listen - I see
That spring - it's really blessing me
Enlightened I  saw the dead rose then grow
And I sit, I still ponder , it's roots I know
And the rose once posed- still life - of art
Prominent are the skies to make you wonder 
                                    The rain might start!!!!!
                                        Again & again
Beauteous Be Poesy is my book of poetry available on googles, amazon. com and Barnes & Noble published by Trafford Publishing. wrtten by Miss Stacey Law 


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My Wishes are Simple





My Wishes are Simple


My wishes are simple,
my desires few,

to gaze upon an ocean,
and marvel at a solitary drop of dew.



My wishes are simple,
my dreams not too grand,

to feel the waves teasing my tired feet,
with no footprints left in the cool, wet sand.



My wishes are simple,
my thoughts serenely gentle, calm,

my heart resting beneath a swaying palm,

healing my being, caressed by nature's soothing balm.





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Nature's Sigh

The Black butterfly waves away her adorations
All she seeks is seclusion, subsuming slave to mortification
The Dear Air is all she can breath, captive of imaginary dreams
The Beacon resonates, but the hope isolates
The Wasteland's silky fingers caressing the virgin's face

So she is now, the covet of the damned
Programmed to every victim's pain
Carrying the weight of every sorrow
Drowning in wrongs she does not know
But paradise is at loss; she must go

Nature sighs after the bite
All my hopes fading
Don't look at me with those sorrowful eyes
How do you know exactly what I'm feeling?
I'm just the ghost flower passing by
And you can hear nature's sigh


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You, Me, Us, Everyone

Flowers
Not named
Unknown to those with no curiosity
Buds, that dream of one day blooming
Being, more than they are
Flowers living
Being
Thriving
Touched by those who love
Protected by those who wish to love
Wishing to be more than they are
Buds, not truly knowing if they are ready for the world
Hoping they are strong enough 
Wishing to be the best
You, Me, Us, Everyone


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Efflorescence

Blossoming 
Effulgent sun proffers love 
Clambering… 

Ascending
Above the undergrowth…of
Thorns and weeds

Furtively
The moon unravels wonders
Glimmering  


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Spring Flowers


        in mountain's shadow
        spring flowers run riot -
        scented carpet


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DARK SKIES

The wind crept up - the skies ever so dark
Black, slick, clouds and calamity enters thy soul
Dreary! It chatters and limbs they fly
No sun upon thy face - beaming with hue
Those clouds they swarm in darkness
Rain - it pours - flooding the earth
Bewildered I look up at this blustering sky
The trees are dead, It's spring - yes death
Roses in the ground with the trickling raindrops
The April showers - You haven't a clue
True grit! The soil now nurtured
The roots - feeding on this phenomena
And yet when the sun shines soon
Day after day - trees will come to life
And roses in bloom- life after winter death
In awe I see this beautiful imagery
In my brain, as I see the pouring rain
My mind - I visualize - the beauty
Thus, why does it expose calamity?
Beauteous be the wonder in my eyes
And how I love those dark dreary skies
A rosebud in my teeth - I see
Is extraordinary and so is the tree
Let there be rain as it nurtures the soil
And with the chatter of the wind, let there be turmoil 
Again in my brain, I can truly love this day
I see life in the rain that is pouring today.


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February Waning

icicles melting
tinkling breaking crystal sounds
purple crocus blooms
October 3, 2014


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Seedling

Biding, Burrowing.
Building, breaching, burgeoning...
Breathing--         BLOSSOMING!


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The Child and the Flower

One shining yellow flower
       Popped up through the snow.
A daffodil--it waved its head
       The oo-ing crowd to show.
A little child saw it too;
       She wanted me to see.
"The first one is the prettiest,
       Take its picture," she said to me.

A child and a flower,
       Scarce worthy of a glance.
But God alone created both,
       The flow'r to shine, the child to dance.
I cannot help but wonder why
       We choose to be unaware;
A flower is loved as liquid gold,
       For an unborn child, none seem to care.


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Cherry Blossoms Bee

Cherry blossoms call, beckon nature's majesty-- and the humble bee.


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ACHOOO

            ACHOOO!

         tissues, Claritin 
   Spring is in the air again
  ah.. ahh.. ahhh.. achoooo!


© 2014 all rights reserved


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In Bloom

Written July 29, 2013


The wind blows the rainbows down
Turns your frown upside down
Then spins it back around

The sun hides the moon
Underneath its coat in bloom
The flowers came late this June

The rain in a teardrop
Falls like dew from a leaf
When she looks at me

See that look upon her face
Used to take her to the stars
Now she's headed back from Mars

Now that Venus loves her more
Wouldn't throw her to the floor
Like before


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A Flower on a Branch

A flower petal

Blossom on a long tree branch

With a bright color


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Birthday Wish

Spring comes,
Bringing novel flowers
To this multicolored Earth, 
A really wretched place actually,
If you know the awful truth about it

Spring leaves, 
Taking some flowers with it, 
Bestowing freedom 
Upon these fortunate plants

Seventeen springs ago,
An ordinary flower blossomed 
On this cursed land.
The worst of all curses,
Life,
Placed on this pitiful plant 
And a fate worse than death

Seasons flew by
And the flower withstood 
The immense force of the elements,
Debilitated by great adversity
Brought by the years 

Now with spring close by, 
If fate shall allow,
Hopefully this spring, 
This dying flower will perish. 
Its roots turned to ashes
And carried by the winds of freedom
To the promised eternal paradise

Rebirth
A garden greets my eyes
With its breath-taking beauty
And my suffering dies


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The Daisy

A single daisy grew along the fence
Standing tall and happy
Among the weeds and scattered yard waste
In the strong sun not yet of summer
And I offered a silent salute
As I sauntered by
Because I daresay
I envied its resolve


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Let out the light

May the snows stop
and the rain cease…
May the winds take shelter
and let the sun birds sing. 
Let out the spring!
Let out the spring!
I want the flowers to bloom
and the sun to shine
Let out the light!
I want tulips and roses 
lily’s and daisy’s
Let out the birds and the bee’s
the monarchs and the daisy’s 
I want the snows and the rains
the long winds and dark days
To finally end.
Let out the light!
Let out the spring!
                                                                    

                                                        1/14/2013


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A Bluebonnets Introduction

Blues and white blowing
On top of green, peeking through
Spring new beginnings


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Like a Flower

Like a flower you are
Mixed Beauty with generous attar
Flowers progression from year to year
Phenomenal that should be revealed

Some will be picked from the fields
That loved ones would be pleased
Some would be crushed by feet
As lovers wonder the fields
Some would dry out from the heat 
Plummeting seeds into deep beauty sleep 

Yet again to rouse every next coming spring
Spectacular art work that can’t be real
Where minds and hearts could meet
Admiring that's of nature novel gown 

So my words to you would be brief
Wake up my dear from your deep sleep
For Spring is not far from reach
Let nothing defeat your beat
For like this flower you will be
Beauteous, generous lady indeed 
Prevailing with each coming spring


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Memories Resurface

 It was winter, and I ceased to remember. 
 No dandelion blooms in December. 
 Their presence hadn't been seen since fall, 
 but they were prominent, I now recall. 
   
 At spring's first touch I saw the color, 
 even yellower than butter. 
 My heart began to flutter at one's wake. 
 This flower was alive, not a plastic fake. 
 Then everywhere they seemed to appear--- 
 the color of sun, the color of cheer. 
 Overwhelmingly, they possessed every lawn, 
 greeting each peculiar dawn. 
   
 As summer's sun began to blare, 
 their distinguished color dissolved into air. 
 Then something curious began to settle. 
 A magician's act dressed each faded petal 
 with points as lovely as songbirds nearby, 
 soft and clustered as lashes of the eye. 
 I could make a wish to blow them away, 
 but they'll leave more remnants as they stray. 
 They'll sprout with the sun and a soil that's wet. 
 Maybe I could never forget.


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In Observing a Yellow Daffodil

It almost appears to me to have a face, 
and perception. 
Somehow it seems to be attentively looking out, 
and quietly considering within. 
I am glad our paths crossed, 
and I met you.


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The Potent Beauty of Paleness or to a Pale Pink Blossom

How could I’ve forgiven myself, 
amongst all the vibrant blossoms in the garden, 
to have missed you,
so gentle and subtle in your paleness.
 
For the world’s beauty dwells in paleness, too.
Eternal beauty’s in subtleness and the muted,
In the restrained and the ashen.
It’s in the absent and the hinted.

And missing you would have been,
Like a kind and tender countenance, unseen,
A gentle caress, unnoticed, 
A truthful whisper that was missed,
A never received blown kiss.



Details | Clerihew | |

Springtime

Bright daffodils adorn the ground
And rise where winter clods were found;
The air is full of scent and song,
(To God both flowers and birds belong);
Sorrows shaking heart and mind
Fall, as blossoms, in the wind.
Now Spring has come, and winter's past
Oh do not pass us by so fast!


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Spring Song

New birthed buds will yawn and stretch to 
Golden-threaded rays; 
Parrot tulips bloom in early spring;
Liquid colors flow like cascading silk, across my garden.

Paper whites smile and soak up Mother Earths’ milk;
All is beautiful in this lush garden canvas
Birds provide a mellow concerto and titter-sweet notes, 
dance on the scented air.

Cricket-chirp-symbols ring out with each stanza as,
Evening shadows flicker upon Gaia’s’ palette;
Crescendo on the dew-dusted air.

Here, among them all, I sit in contemplation.
I sense their elation;
Euphoria of spring-song consumes my spirit.


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Sakura mountain

a mountain bouquet                                                                                              cherry dias spring from green                                                                          blossoming color


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Lilacs

senses wooed at dusk
gently held by spring’s bouquet-
lilac’s perfumed waltz


Details | Free verse | |

Jonquils

It is time Too long in bed I stretch Cast off the bonds of Hypnos Cold white sheets retreat I am free My head lifts Sun caresses my face I rise, standing tall Naked for all to see Beauty reborn It is spring


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A Most Beautiful Spring Day - Quatrain By Letters

 
~A Most Beautiful Spring Day~ (Quatrain By Letters) The most beautiful day has come again There's so much for us to be thankful for The butterflies & bees fly after the rain There's so many more wonderful things in store. The hummingbirds get fed from flowers The air is so very nice and mild today The spring season can bring lots of showers The children go out and some play all day. Tending the garden a nice thing to do Trees and plants all turn green and grow The sky is clear and so wonderfully blue There's much enchantment in spring and that's so! Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 copyright@2012 January.25.2015
'Quatrain by Letters' is a style created by Erich J. Goller.


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Yellowstone, 1995 or Thereabouts


	
	I can hear the water, 
	a giggle almost, 
	in the small cold spring 
	by which I sat
	that foggy morning, 
	sketchbook, pen, and watercolors in hand. 
	A weed with a single white flower 
	grew from the innards 
	of a half submerged, 
	humus-bound log 
	alive with neon-green moss. 
	A brilliant web 
	spun by a tiny jewel-orange spider
	laced the flower to the log. 
	I dipped my brush in the spring water, 
	washed it around in the appropriate colors, 
	painted the scene as best I could, 
	never coming close to capturing 
	the brilliance of flower, moss and spider.
	Only approximations of nature are possible.


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Flower-power triad

 
she bought her daughters forty flower to hand out to total strangers C Ellie Daphne


Details | Light Poetry | |

Your Glory inside

When I lay down the night before,
I woke up to find Your Glory inside,


When I woke up to find Your Glory inside,
I bowed down at Your feet,


I crossed over the Jordon and fell at Your feet.
I Praise You now and Praised You then,

When I woke up to find Your Glory inside,

how wonderful now when I woke to find,


Your Hand in mine,
Your my Hope Lord,

Your my desire,
My Savior,My King.


One day,when I lay my head down,

I will wake up to find,

Your Glory inside!


Written by:©Betty Bolden


2-26-04


All poems are copyright©!


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Robin's fair light

as new life flowers                                                                                                   equal illumination                                                                                                 meager changing clothes                                                                    *           
** the sun the moon draws warming hearts and minds amply a new leaf to turn


Details | Light Poetry | |

Clear Waters

The waters clear as I stand by the river

I see the reflection of someone long ago

As the storms come in I know I can't let you go.


Rain pours at times in this life you've given

But the shadows fade when my prayers have risen

Your love for me I've never new until now

When I see the waters clear, my reflection seems so near.


As time goes on I know you are near

Just seeing the way you help me stand

Just seeing the way you remove the fear

It helps my weakness seem so clear

That without you I am small

But as I take your hand, the walls get knocked down

The waters clear, the reflection I see now,

is you in me, this my Lord helps to make me free.


Written by://©Betty Bolden


Details | Rhyme | |

Whisper

Whisper.

Let us whisper you and I 
In a dark little corner and no candle light.

W'll wait until  dawn and watch the sunrise. 
Then catch a gentle breeze or watch a fading star.

We pick some flowers and catch a butterfly

We cross a small stream, sparkling water 
catches the corner of your eyes.

We make a sailing boat from paper then
write a little song.

Soon will be breakfast, then at dinner w'll say a prayer,
And at night time w'll light a fire, and then we retire.


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Spring Concert

Buzzing instruments,

Serenade…golden petals:

Symphony of bees.


Details | Haiku | |

Spring


   snowbound loch defies 
   winter's cruel icy breath -
   spring flowers burst through


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The Armies of Hope or Blossoms in Early Spring

They are coming out from every direction, 
steadfast and formidable in their invasion, 
surprising and overpowering our senses, 
bringing us hope. 
Let us find comfort, 
despite our worries and sorrows, 
that they set forth their march every year, 
forever faithful to us.


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Reborn

My soul has been purged
From a world of suffering
As pure as a lotus


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Spring Showers

when earth cries
its tears fall upon us
not tears of sadness, really
tears to cleanse the horror
that it has seen that year
to wash away the pain 
and the blood that has stained its surface
a revival
so it can last one more year
the ugly must be swept away
so the beauty can be seen
or else we might not notice 
amazing
we might only notice
fear
so the bad must be swept away
so the good can return
so the showers must fall
so the flowers will bloom


spring showers contest
4/14/13


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Seasons' March

I greet the morning with anticipation, bubbles 
of excitement inside, straining forward to walk 
outside and stroll among the flowers my hands 
have planted and cared for over the past years, 
the weigela from our youngest daughter, tomato 
plants from her daughter, the dill we placed nearby
to warn off bugs, the orange rose bush from Aunt
Juanita, as happy in my yard as hers, my mother’s 
petunias, flowering almond, and variegated sedum, 
four Alberta spruce, grown several times their size 
as when my brother gave them to me, prior to his
quiet acceptance of death after he lost the battle 
with brain tumor. A hibiscus bush, with its dinner-
plate-size blooms, the longed-for weeping willow, 
living strong where two others before had perished, 
a pink, wild-rose ground cover, spreading more each 
summer,  the crape myrtle my husband hauled in from 
another state, azalea bushes thriving after many false 
starts, spring clematis in deep burgundy, and another 
September one of miniature white stars, framing the 
arch given to me by our only son-in-law on Mother’s 
day, the red rose climber from our eldest son, mums 
everywhere, joining the celebration of season’s end,
as I now contemplate the closeness and inevitability 
of my own.

 

 


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GLADS

Yellow crown beauties,
cluster and adorn green yards
brighten up the spring. 


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The Drafting Hand of God or Little White Petals with Black Lines

Every year, 
these small, gentle flowers 
bring us evidence 
of the drafting hand of God, 
Who so thoughtfully took the trouble, 
amongst all His mighty and endless obligations, 
to draft anew 
every single petal that has ever been 
and is yet to be. 
They are like the human faces 
we are so lucky to see 
every single day.


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Window

In one corner of my room,
That is shaped like a tomb,
There is a window, where I sit
And see my world through it.

I see the rising sun,
I see the melting dew,
I see the blooming flowers,
I see the sky’s changing hues.

Through it
I embrace the fading sun,
I live the joyous rains,
I feel the flowery fragrance,
I walk those lonely ways.

Through it
I float with the summer clouds,
I breathe the winter breeze,
I touch the autumn leaves,
I celebrate the cuckoo’s springtime songs.

Through the window,
I see my world.
Neither the autumn leaves,
Nor the springtime songs;
Neither the winter sunshine,
Nor the summer rains;
Would have been great
Had it not been through my window rails.

Through my window,
I see the world.
In the window, lies the entire bliss;
Beyond the window is only an illusion.

Suyash Saxena


Details | Lyric | |

The Tansy and the Tarragon

The tansy and the tarragon are sprouting in the lawn;
I can smell their pungent fragrance in the dewy after-dawn.
The crocus and the daffodils are prancing up the hill;
Their dresses all a-shimmer and their bodies never still.
The happy little bluebird is flitting all about
To find the perfect property to hang his shingle out.
The tulip swords are shining in the early morning sun,
And I thought I saw Br'er Rabbit havin' him some rhubarb fun.
It's spring and spring is glorious; brings the child right out of me. 
Makes me want to dance at midnight 'neath the budding apple tree.

April 10, 2014


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My pen visioned spring

A vast ,babbling vast of green lush grass, 
 spread out on rocky mountains. 
Rays of sun light ,awaking slumbering buds, from a sleeping beauty.
Winds of tranquility shifting the images of the spring sky.
Ob-east Caterpillars crawl on the aged bark of trees, to hang.
To transform into a flying beauty. 
Flapping  its wings towards a flower to lay and rest. 
Both flower and butterfly complementing each others beauty,in a bonding image .Seen by the eyes .Standing, awestruck stillness . Dandelions picked from the earths ground to be blown,
for a desperate wish, to spring to reality. 
Birds cutting the infinite winds of the sky, 
baring worms in their beak. Bounty for an off spring. 
Children play, on the play grounds,releasing in to the air sounds of horse play.
 Mustangs of distant lands gallop free and wild.Yellow pollen filled antennas of  hibiscus pollinated by buzzing bumblebees.
A city filled with people complementing the weather,wearing sleeveless shirts. 
A unborn baby expected time of arival spring.From the moist soil of a mothers womb a baby springs.Many suffice in spring.From spring vibrant laughter springs.
Dead images of winter, spring forth and spring forth they shall.
Thanking words spring forth to the open spring weather, for favoring my land.
I hope not to ofend any other seasons, but for faviring the impecable spring I have my reasons.


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Beautiful Springtime - Trolaan

 ~Beautiful Springtime~
 (Trolaan)


 Beautiful first spring day
 Bountiful sun then may rain
 Be happy spring comes after winter too
 Bright sunshine glows like golden grain

 Enticing spring is here again at last
 Enchanting sights of so much beauty and renewal
 Every ray of sun illuminates everything so fast
 Entire sky is now so blue like a precious jewel

 Now new and wonderful changes after winter and snow
 Nurturing beauty of spring is such a sight
 Nosegays and roses buds see them all grow
 Nice time to relax and enjoy the spring night

 On and on my Master has created spring for us all
 Orchids, roses, tulips and so many beautiful things to enjoy
 Ocean and mountains during spring season stand tall
 Outside there's a wonderful weather for all girls and boys.


 Dorian Petersen Potter
 aka ladydp2000
 copyright@2012


January.29.2015


'Trolan' is a poetry style created by Valerie Peterson Brown.


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Awakes My Garden

Seemingly, sudden,
Restful sleep all but over.

Wild tricolored Irises, vivid white, sun centered, Shasta Daisies,
And Cosmos of azures, fuchsias and buttery cups;
Babies breathing, eager to begin once again,
In order to forsake the bronze, soft textured crustiness 
Of the newly milled mulching caps, as they race for
The viewer and the gazer's glorious prize.

Even with a long and empty storehouse,
The beautiful bachelors and bachelorettes 
All remember how to drink
From natures vase,
And where to turn their faces
For one fleeting and lasting
Ray of purpose.

5/8/2014


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Spring

I love the symphony
of the flowers
which composes itself
after mid-winter showers;
though silent to ear,
it rings loud and clear
in the soul which holds
God's creation dear.


Details | Terzanelle | |

The Blossoms of Spring

The Blossoms of Spring
By David E. Siegel, copyright (c) 2013
 
How sweet are the blossoms of spring
with delicate scent fill the air
They truly are 'fit for a king'.
 
Their petals are dainty and fair
as I look on them with amaze
with delicate scent fill the air.
 
I quietly think as I gaze
"Each different, but always the same"
as I look on them with amaze.
 
Their lives are so brief, what a shame
like snowflakes that melt as you touch;
Each different, but always the same.
 
Some single, and some in a bunch
but all of them fragile and soft
like snowflakes that melt as you touch.
 
Now detached from the branch and aloft
How sweet are the blossoms of spring
They are all of them fragile and soft
They truly are 'fit for a king'.
 
-DES April 2013


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Love's Tender Greening Bud

Come, gentle Spring,
Into my winter heart
Long frozen beneath a wide expanse of snow.
Seek out the slumbering flower
Hidden in the dormant sod;
Charm her from frigid grave
With sweet, warm sighs and penetrating rains.
Come, incessant Spring,
And ravage my still heart with beauty's multitude.
Persist until I feel
Love's tender greening bud
Burst through surrendered soil.


Details | I do not know? | |

An Entrusting

The godliness of adoption is...
...an act of love to be turned into man's greed in plot and plunder?

Or is this our chance to stand tall with this god-given entrust; to see the ways in the work of his wonder? 

After all, are we not our own sister, father, mother or brother?
Given this veiw to a share, not to hide from one and many of our other

The godliness in adoption is... 
...when a gift of spring rose is not just like any other rose 
And from where this beauty sought - is never hidden or sold 
A shining from God's greenest garden
This young floret of flower to behold

These are the gleamings of spring 
In many a flower dreamt dreams
...To live a life that only the almighty and each could have chose

For it is the pedals of a rose that grow to reach out for our humanity
Not for the needs of our suppose



Details | Acrostic | |

Jonquil Bulbs

Just
Over the
Next hill
Quietly resting
Underneath the
Icy ground
Lay the jonquils.

Bulbs 
Unscathed by
Long winter days
Bearing the promise of 
Spring.


Details | Free verse | |

Jonquils

Jonquils

On days when there are no poems to be found
When I drudge the depths of the murk 
I think of Jonquils.

I get stuck on those pesky flowers
And the mental image of tiny yellow and white daffodils.
I ask myself for a poem but
From somewhere else
The whisper comes:

 Jonquils. 
Poems must be about Jonquils.
You can’t have a poem without Jonquils.

I need to write about
speak about 
sing about
write some more about

Jonquils.

So, as a poet who has learned from other poets, I research.

Narcissus jonquilla:

A native of Spain and Portugal.
Grows in open spaces and forests and at the edges of lawns
Like little poems
that push their way up through the late spring snow

Vast white sheets spread for acres
On my desk top.
I stare at them and wait for a poem to happen.
From the corner of a page
A yellow tipped bud appears—

Jonquils.
And nothing else.


Details | Acrostic | |

Spring Is Almost Here

Spring Is Almost Here

Sometimes I feel like this snow is falling like many endless tears
Prancing, dancing and also dripping and softening of whispers
Right along with the softest of a downy of feathers
Into many of quantum’s never ending buckets of
Not having known when these tears are so extending as
Given into many of known bewildered and coldest of winters domain

I’ll just think of the sweet smelling of the flowers which bloom
Spring, summer thus brings everyone out of their hibernating home

All can become in tune with many of sweet happy song
Lavishing, crops with the beauty of it all with much
Melodious songs which can bring riches of songs to sing
Of heartfelt lovers inviting caressing whimsical
Softness to which we all can be lead to the sweetest scent of all
Tenderly enriched to be seeing the beauty of butterflies flying

Here in the country where merriment surely belongs
Enthusiastically, entertaining upon our eyes with happiness
Realistic dreams of flowers blooming, smelling of the wild roses
Enraptured that all the snow will soon be gone, for we’ll be singing enchanting 
songs of delight.

Written: 2/16/15


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Anticipation

I feel you stirring 'neath the sod--
I doubt all men give thought to hear--
Your sounds, infinitesimal, 
Require a special kind of ear.
An ear in tune with Nature's song
A heart that glories in the spring;
These things I own and so I hear
Your almost noiseless murmurings.

Although the Winter lingers long;
Her pure white downy quilts abound;
Your hearts have heard Spring's siren song
Alluring you out of the ground.
I wait in almost breathless awe,
For one day soon I know I'll see
A crocus or a snowdrop's face
Defying death eternally.

I do enjoy the winter's chill--
If there are waiting somewhere near
Warm loving hearts, a home, a fire
To spark the frosty nights with cheer.
But to you, sweet heralds of the spring,
My favor'tism I confess;
Your mistress, fair, has won my heart
With innocence and loveliness.


Details | Sonnet | |

Rose for all Seasons

Spring

As He looked down from the heavens above,
He created spring and prepared the earth.
He decided Eden needed more love
and made this the season for a new birth.

A perfect garden but man was alone.
One night He caused man to dream in his sleep
and opened his breast removing a bone.
A flower was planted for man to keep.

I am that mate, I’m man's flowering rose.
I was planted in spring in hallowed ground. 
Created in beauty the gardener knows,
the flower of man, to him I am bound.

No longer will man be alone to toil.
Planted in spring in God’s loving soil.


Summer

Now is the season I have come to bloom.
Thriving in summer, the gardener’s plan.
Born as a flower within the earth’s womb.
A beautiful rose created for man.

His gift of a flower since time began.
Companion for life, a loving soul mate.
Blossoming strength in the summertime span.
Flowering beauty at the garden gate.

I am that rose, such a wonderful fate.
Strength in beauty, I’m the gardener’s rose.
Created for man so we can relate.
I stand behind him where the garden grows.

Grace in beauty and feminine power.
Standing with him, I’m the summer flower.


Fall

Fall is the season of power and might.
A soul mate I was created to be
and placed in the garden at God’s decree.
Behind my man in the gardener’s sight,
a feminine rose is the male delight.
As I stand next to him, for all to see,
my mystical power that set him free
and the gardener smiled for it was right.

Fall is the season I start to relax,
the breeze is provoking my rest and sleep.
It is the season, our work is now done.
Together all year we learned all the facts
and memories that we, forever keep.
For we have been blessed together as one.


Winter

Winter lends a blanket of snow
here in the place where gardens grow.
Blossomed all year beautifully dressed.
Winter has come, it’s time to rest.

The gardener knows the reason,
my beauty doubles next season.
I gave him strength, held to my breast.
Winter has come, it’s time to rest.

My man smiles because of the rose.
A winter sleep is just repose.
A rose for a man, passed the test.
Winter has come, it’s time to rest.

Winter lends a blanket of snow.
Winter has come, it’s time to rest.



Author Notes:

Spring:  Shakespearian sonnet
Summer: Spenserian sonnet
Fall: Petrarchan sonnet
Winter: Kyrielle sonnet



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A Soul Awakened

They bloom as buds,
The young and expectant
bursting with the life of spring.
Winter-bones, stiff with frost, 
Unravel the icicle wire;
Release the spry exuberance of
Underground bulbs of self:
Heart, mind, chakra points--rise,
Rise to greet the thaw!


Details | Haiku | |

Sakura's favourable conditions

Hannah under cloudy                                                                                                   pink tree petals drop like snow                                                                                     winter passed peace


Details | Verse | |

Spring Is So Beautiful - Whitney

~Spring Is So Beautiful~ Whitney) Beautiful morning of spring air is warm butterflies fly from flowers to flower they show their beautiful colors. Spring is so beautiful and today is the perfect day to take walk around the park and enjoy the views we see! Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 copyright@2012 January.27.2015


Details | Sonnet | |

Queen of the Hedgerow

The absolute surprise of your face
brings joy to the Spring in snow’s place.
The royal, velveteen, purple hues
glorify the chill morning dew.

England, bonnie England, Buckinghamshire
birthed the little flower of my hearts desire.
Whether Johnny-jump-up or Pied Heart’s Ease
these colorful dickens cause nary a sneeze!

Tiny faces peek from hedgerows and bushes
making our flower beds look oh, so luscious.
A grand variety of Russian yellow or white
each and every wee monkey a rare delight.

So, to you dear Pansy I say, “Hip Hip Hurray!”
May there ne’r come a Spring you’re not on display!




Details | Haiku | |

Fuji horaana

wisteria cascades                                                                                                       the rich pendants wave in wind                                                                                       a flowery den                                                                                      				- Whimsical Wisteria Gardens and Tunnel in Japan


Details | Abecedarian | |

Waking to Warmth

Away dashes the last frigid brush of winter
Beauty cannot wait to rise and greet the sun 
Crocuses are first to break through barren soil
Daffodils display their lacy, yellow petals next
Even the iris is beckoned by warmth
Fragile blooms pray another frost will not come
Gardenias bestow their sweet aroma
Hibernating forsythias wake to grace the garden with gold
In these early weeks of spring
Junipers need time to develop fruit
Kindling and firewood are laid aside
Lovers saunter through gardens
Magical kisses are shared beneath the draping willows
Nests appear high in tall trees
Oaks are filled with robins and blue jays 
Peace is found in a hike through the woodlands
Quickly, a red fox darts across the trail
Rabbits are his prey
Squirrels shake their fluffy, furry tails
Total bliss is found in nature’s rebound
Upon the trellis vines are sprouting
Violet morning glories wake to greet sunrise
Winter must remain dormant for nine long months
Xylem carries nutrients to thirsty leaves
Yearlings with dotted hides emerge from forests to graze
Zigzagging among bushes, hummingbirds joyfully welcome spring 


*Written February 21, 2015 


Details | I do not know? | |

Red Spring Cherry Blossoms

Finally came upon such beautiful scene where the eyes cannot resist.
With such pure fragrances taking away the sadness and the purpose of life,
Lies under these red cherry blooming trees, the sadness and painful endurance of each falling blossoms.
Each leaves and flowers reminisced of my past.
As the spring passes by, nothing is left behind. 
I pick up the red blossom flower and smile, as the spring vanished,
I faded with the season, shedding the last drop of tear surrounding by red blossoms. 


Details | I do not know? | |

Fun facts

Roses are red
Violets are blue
Sunflowers are yellow
I bet you were expecting something better
but no this is just gardening facts


Details | Sijo | |

Sublime Beauty Visual Number Three

                 Spring has cast her spell turning everything into a canvas 
          Painting the sky with blazing colors, the fields with blooming flowers 
               My sight is drunk in the sublime beauty that my eyes beheld






                                          Glorious Sijo Fields 
                                      Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich 
                                            February 5, 2015


Details | Rhyme | |

At Last


winter at last has loosened its tenacious grip
this morning on the branch a bud of green-
by the garden gate a crocus gives a cheerful smile
and a brief shower has left the air soft and clean

daffodils planted in the fall are nodding by the walk
there are  new signs of waking in the yellow rose
the Jays are back and scolding all the little birds-
near the porch sweet violets blush in their repose

I imagine I can hear the stirring of tiny creatures
slowly awakening from their secluded winter's nap-
the bugs and bees and caterpillars are on the move
and a busy woodpecker sounds his tap, tap, tap

spring flowers are promises that winter is at an end
and that our house bound blues will soon be on the mend





Details | Free verse | |

Here Comes Spring- Flower Song

The flower is happy, the flower is healthy
it’s a period of balance to life and beauty
a pivot of equilibrium reached between cold and heat
a climatic character full of comfort and peace
resting from its extremes, refreshed by showers
life from withered to fresh, because spring is here.

Nature now puts on its default make up
with the launching of sprouting colourful petals
the human sight is painted so green,
fertility and nourishment having a re-awakening
the flower merrys through its colours
and greatly prides on its nectar
life is never dead only revolves in cycles
yet again, proven in this period of spring.

For the poetry contest "Flower song"
sponsored by Rick Parise


Details | Rhyme | |

I Give You-Spring

I’m spinning as fast as I can,
But look at the distance I travel.
Yet when I speed up for a short time span
At the pleading of ignorant man,
All of humankind starts to unravel,
And lays blame, complete with the gavel!

Disrespect comes in so many forms,
And towards me, thousands by the hour.
Still, you’ll soon get your spring after the storms
On this great orb that outshines the norm.
Coz, unlike planets that are more dour,
Only earth can deliver you flowers.

I give you spring, once more, as advertised;
Not early, not late, nor as a surprise.

For the Flower Song contest


Details | Rhyme | |

Flower springs

Flower springs




Sprung from the subtle bud,
I open my eyes in this world,
Soft petals vibrant hues,
perfect to a poet's muse,

Comes the spring with all its zest,
and I follow afar to my very best,
Pleasant breeze embraces me dear,
as I lend my fragrance in cheer,

Shining bright with each sunrise,
beauty captivates to no surprise,
Butterflies flutter in romance,
their kisses leaving all in stance,

A melody that floats in the air,
The flowers sing in a natural flair !




Written March 5th, 2015
For contest " Flower song" by Rick Parise