Springtime is a chance to start your life anew,
Dust off your pride and change your attitude.
Bring forth the hidden treasures, of your heart,
Don’t worry about the past that tore you apart.
Let the fresh air cleanse your soul, body and mind,
Release the inhibitions that have kept you blind.
Love yourself, for who you are and what you can do,
Never worry about what others think, it all about you.
Embrace the earth elements and the comfort they bring,
Sit back, relax, and enjoy the results, of your spring cleaning.
Written : © 3/21/16
Submitted for: Second Chance #3
Sponsored by: Broken Wings
Copyright © Sarita Milliner | Year Posted 2016
And the storm calls to me in ways you'll never understand
A gentle call that urges my soul forth
The lighting guiding a path for my feet to walk
Between the stones and ash of all that once was
I stand in the echoing silence of the rain
It drops down upon my skin like the blessing waters of heaven
Soothing me, lifting the weight from my body
I feel at once as if I am home
Standing amid two dimensions
Caught between two skies - here and there
The night wraping around me in warmth
The gentle wind lifting me off my feet
Drops from the clouded moon washing away my body
and I am left just a soul, an essence
The storm calls me forth from beneath my roof
Beckoning me into its depth
I stand among the reeds in the basin
They dance and sway as if welcoming me
And I sway with them back
Caught up in the power that charges the air
That threatens to sweep me away
If the ground will just loosen its hold
The thunder rumbles a low welcoming growl
And I get pleasently lost within it
I am so small compared to its vastness
I close my eyes and succumb to the skies wishes
Rising higher until my feet no longer touch the ground
My fingertips touch the liquid color of the stars
A sigh drifts from my lips
There is no need of thought to stay afloat
There is no demand to breathe in air
No crushing weight upon my chest
As my lungs struggle to survive
There are no struggles here
I make my bed on blackened clouds
And give in to the call
The storm has claimed me as its own
It was such a struggle to stay upon the ground
When the storm would call me home
Copyright © Jay Loveless | Year Posted 2013
Effulgent sun proffers love
Above the undergrowth…of
Thorns and weeds
The moon unravels wonders
Copyright © J. W. Earnings | Year Posted 2013
She slips from the sleeping ice.
Green, fresh, free to flow
through the great fjord.
Past the blue mountains.
She glides smoothly
over the rocks with glee,
covering them with her cool touch.
Tall evergreens cheer her on.
Waving as she courses down her chosen path,
All the while never tiring!
Surging forward to join the others like her.
This vast journey ,
will not end till she reaches
The Great Shores.
Her journey is joyful.
Touching all on her banks,
leaving the gift of life in her wake.
Copyright © Gypsyof Essence | Year Posted 2013
I do not know?
Unknown to those with no curiosity
Buds, that dream of one day blooming
Being, more than they are
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
Copyright © Michi Watts | Year Posted 2013
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
Copyright © Brandon Carter | Year Posted 2013
A life of beauty and happiness denied, of innocence
smothered like a flame--I have always lived; but when
I am touched by your kindness, O Rosa,
Now I am free!
I was dead before I even entered into this world, a
place cruel and without feeling, cruel and without
the love and compassion I finally know in the rich
lovingkindnesses of your heart, O Rosa!
They set me free.
Before I could even hope to bloom like a young flower
hanging breathless and exposed in the first, rainy
sunbeams of life a great evil--the menacing hostility
of a dark, soulless figure spilling over with
hatred--transformed me into a joyless
waste of ashes.
From that terrible moment on I fought all the ugly and horrible assaults
as his unwilling property, a child-gladiator in the arenas
of his constant abuse and
But when I know your forgiveness and now recognize your tender-
ness and compassion as unearned gifts meant for
despite my childish self-loathing
and my unworthiness
I feel the love and self-esteem denied me, taken from
me simply because it was too easy to rape from
a child whose only fault was that he was born
O Rosa! Because you finally arrived in my life and rescued me--now I am free!
Free from my years as an abused prisoner in the arena of his constant
abuse and attacks,
able to bloom like a young flower hanging breathless
and exposed in the first, rainy sunbeams
of life again!
Copyright © Ngoc Nguyen | Year Posted 2012
I had the best Spring Break yet!
Spending time with
Family makes me happy!
Copyright © J. W. Earnings | Year Posted 2013
Along Iran's alluvial fan,
spanned a virgin, untested
A scourging blight the tender,
fecund suckers did restrain
A heartier tulip bloomed on
Tunisia's arid plain
A docile wave the royal
Jasmine blight to stain
Transplanted in Egypt; a more
Leaching the arid soil, the
tyrannical oasis did drain
A hybrid sprouted on Libya's
Fertilized by a torrential,
To Oman's tepid steppes,
uncultivated varieties shrouded
fenced row and lane
Disparate pods releasing
incendiary seeds seeking an
In Syria's suburban parks a
mutant variety skirted eminent
With underground cisterns to
water it's hostile mane
In desolate Sudan, a floral
chalice did simulated hope
Anon, pilfering hands it's
potting soil did obtain
Copyright © Stephen Parker | Year Posted 2012
I do not know?
My Madness, Me...
Confined by this straight-jacket,
strapped in, numb and dumbed,
a washed-out, has-been, also-ran,
body, eyes, the equilibrium of mind,
rattling like stones in an old tin-can.
Still, I am,
and I am unchained,
my dreams taking flight, soaring,
above these claustrophobic walls,
of synapses, and dungeons of stone,
swooping through green valleys,
taking a detour to savour the joys,
soaked in torrential, evergreen memories,
of a younger man, with passion in his bone.
My wings unclipped, unshackled, free,
I am, and though I am unable to see,
At long last,
Copyright © Scribbler Of Verses | Year Posted 2013
I spy, a feather beauty bright
With speckled blush on breast
Basking within the thicket light
Dancing round about her tiny branch
Your fluttering sight beholding
Within the snowy briar
Bathing among the warmth
Of the morning's golden glory
Its brilliance your own crown of halo
Like a sunburst that swallows
Up the end of February's sigh
As other feathers flusters zoom right by
The ginger little fellows all dappled, scramble
A merry-go-round within a flight
Threading joyous song throughout your bramble
As further flocks of scurry, hurry fly
On parade teasing wings of faerie sprites
A musical path of crisscross kites
But, you little one are the daring, bursting forth
With higher operatic songs, to startle and scold those spry
Feather beauty bravely
Upon your perch chest thrust out boldly
Nonsense rhymes and a new found might
Chase away the imps of finch and thrush
And keep yourself the sunbeams for its light
And bask yourself once more this time
Among the drops of melting dripping snow
And gather up all tis full
Feasting here, where the wild wild berries grow
But, in the end you are their kin
And soon, my fairy feathered friend you too must go
Out, onto twittering leafy stemmy stem and off...
Into the yonder of the coming spring to rove
Copyright © Michael Smith | Year Posted 2013
Can you hear the tunes playing?
There are ten million lady bugs dancing in my window sill
Celebrating the return of spring
Celebrating the return of things green
Gleefully serenading the robins outside gathering in the trees
See their spectacular dresses?
Red with polka dots and even a splash of green
O lady bugs won't you stay and dance inside through the summer with me?
We can keep this square dance an entire year long celebration...
INDOORS that is!
Copyright © Gwendolen Rix | Year Posted 2014
I took it in my grasp,
As the droplets came to a clasp.
Lifting my hands freely,
Oh is it good to be me!
Kiss the rain,
Be my fame.
Grow my crops,
Stop the clocks.
Fill my eyes,
With Gods only cries.
Lets take off our clothes,
Let it show us where the river goes.
Life is good,
Just where I stood.
Kiss the rain,
Blow the wind,
Ain't no shame,
In showin you whats destined.
Copyright © Matt Daniels | Year Posted 2013
Moving backward in time,
there is new sunshine,
the forbidden delight
of disobedient barefooted prancing
through cool grasses,
freshly green and waiting
to caress tiny warm toes
and naughty little hearts.
A wicked world marches on
but not between our clotheslines
hung with spanking clean white sheets
flapping in the chilly spring breeze
where joyous abandon
cannot be kept inside
as cold, slender blades tickle our feet
and an ecstatic younger sister screeches,
“Look at us, Grandma!
Grandma’s switch was a lesson that stung.
Copyright: Anne Morin, 2007
Copyright © Anne Morin | Year Posted 2016
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
When colors pouring from the sky
Pretend, in passing, to be free
Of memories which want to tie
Me down, I smile and let them flee.
The faded paint of long ago
Was washed away by children’s hands
Before the blinding wind and snow
Had come in waves from foreign lands.
I asked my conscience in what way
I might avoid its plainest trails,
Yet it had not a thing to say
While cranes were voicing haunting wails.
I thus decided it was time
To leave my barren crib behind,
And walk along a straighter line
Until some restful place I’d find.
At last I came across a field
Where Spring had left behind a sign
That she would soon return to wield
Her right to turn my words to wine.
Since no one could besiege me there,
I sat in silence by a tree
And mustered all that I could bear
To set myself, like colors, free.
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Copyright © Eton Langford | Year Posted 2016
Confined to a cage,
with a wisk in his wings,
he wanted to break free;
he squeezed his body through rods:
into the spring sky he flew.
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2016