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Spring Pain Poems | Spring Poems About Pain

These Spring Pain poems are examples of Spring poems about Pain. These are the best examples of Spring Pain poems written by international PoetrySoup poets

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Details | Free verse | |

Soy Sauce Spills

Soy sauce drains 
Into the white, clustered rice
Stepped on…
spills . . . 
Soy sauce taints
The whiteness of the grain
 It slips out of my hands
No point in crying out in rage
Though I was starving, 
I'll just eat another thing and start on a new page

I'm hungry like a swine
I wish I can earn back my snack!
I'm as angry as a bull
I'm about ready to attack! Attack!
Soy sauce packages
Fall unto the dirty school ground
Stepped on
By bratty, conceited teens
They really need to eat their greens
Instead of junkfood and pizza
They should drink some water
Instead of drinking sugary drinks or
 Sucking on popsicles obnoxiously
Why did the soy sauce spill? Seriously....

Copyright © J. W. Earnings

Details | Haiku | |


Effulgent sun proffers love 

Above the undergrowth…of
Thorns and weeds

The moon unravels wonders

Copyright © J. W. Earnings

Details | I do not know? | |

You, Me, Us, Everyone

Not named
Unknown to those with no curiosity
Buds, that dream of one day blooming
Being, more than they are
Flowers living
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

Details | I do not know? | |

Distant African Nights

Those Distant African Nights...


The shadows swayed in your candlelit room,

a cool breeze teasing your bare back,

streaks of lightning forked in the Johannesburg night,

as my hands stroked your hair,

kissing your soft mouth,

holding you,

ever so tight.


You whispered that you loved me,

and I kept silent,

the rain fell, 
shadows danced,
thunder rolled,

the breeze teased your naked back,

you whispered that you loved me,
as my lips found yours,

the rain washed over our tender nights,

lightning and candlelight,

etching poems on your burnished skin,


a fear gnawed at me,

deep within.


We parted ways,
and you could never forgive me, you said,

now, after numberless thunderstorms,

the rain that falls,

echo the countless tears that I have shed.


You are long gone,

far away,

happy, I pray,

yet the memories persist,

those precious moments shall never, 

like the Jo'burg rains,
trickle away,

and I wish you well,
for loving me as you did,

for it was I who was not worthy,


and it is I who is not worthy,



You were always true,

it was I who always,


refused to,

to give myself,

completely to you.

Copyright © Scribbler Of Verses

Details | I do not know? | |

The Swaying of the Grass



A path leads,

to where wild grass grows,


sashaying in the summer breeze.




Along the path,
lightness settles within,


feeling the grass,
tickling ankles,


swaying to the lilting bird-song,

in a dance of intimate abandon,


brushing the remnants of pain away.




Melodies float across fields of green,

delicately caressing my heart,


teasing emptiness to flee,

comforting the mind,


to silently be.




Walking on,
savouring the peace,


a momentary respite,
from the burdens of the now,


all is quiet,


a stillness cradling fractured emotions,


the grass in the fields sway,


dusk descends,


shadows lengthen,


nudging dimming light to take leave,


of the day

Copyright © Scribbler Of Verses

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. 

Copyright © boulai Vang

Details | Verse | |

On the Doorstep of Spring

I hear a rustle-
A quiet struggle
As emotions entangle.

The wind stirs it
Out from my bosom-
Love in one gust,
Wrath in another!

A tussle.
A ruffle.
A shuffle.
Quiet again!

The cold wind blows
Against the warmth of sun.
The warm sun soothes
Against the cold of wind.

Passion in one whiff, 
Ache in another!
Loud and quiet,
Quiet and loud.

Off the branch of memories
Fall the wilted browns;
Bare, bruised trees
Brave the wind.

A clump.
A lump.
A dump…

On the doorstep of spring!

Copyright © Harpreet Kaur

Details | Blank verse | |

Spring is Coming

The summer days are long gone,
the sun hidden behind dark clouds.
My heart has been iced over,
pain and sorrow frozen inside me,
time stopping, dying in the ground.
Barren, colorless earth waits hopefully
for the sweet promise of spring.
Encased, preserved from the winds,
feeling utterly nothing in the snow.

Yet on day, the sun will return,
and the frailest plant will peek through.
What died in the bitter winter
will be reborn, redeemed, renewed,
revived for a purpose now unseen.
So for now, I will wait here in the ground.

Copyright © Karlin K. Jensen

Details | Ballad | |


A beautiful girl was born
In secret...
On a spring night
Just before dawn
A girl, so fair
A girl, so pretty
Your heart would melt
As she grew
Everything she touched
She loved too
The inner peace
Made people turn and sigh
In the depths of the Castle
She was kept secret
For the mother knew
The humilation and pain too
For the child,
a father was not known
For the mother,
she carried the secret
In her aching heart
On her face, the pain shown
The father, so they say
Handsome and charming
Took her heart
Took her love
Then went away
A girl, so fair
As beautiful as the day
Often wondered
Of the man
Who took her mothers'
heart away
Her mother in despair,
A broken heart
No one could repair
The girl,
such sorrow
Yet everything 
She touched
She loved too
A girl, so fair
Accepted with innate grace
the loss
She could bare
Serenity , upon her face
Abeautiful child
Bcame a woman
Eerything she touched
Se loved too
On a  spring night
Se must find
Te man who helped bring her ,
in to this world
Eerything she touched
Bcame light
Se sensed he was near...
Smething in the wind showing
Whose ripples she could hear
Her fair hair,  blowing
A fair wind came
Warm and sweet
from the South
A Prince to meet
A South Wind Prince confessed
A daughter to love
A girl, so fair
Everything she touched,
was blessed
A tale of love spurned
A mothers' despair
A daughters' love returned
A girl, so fair
Averything she touched
She loved too
With a heart, 
Carried in you

Copyright © Matthew Brackley

Details | Rhyme | |


Windowpane with snow Opened in from here Frost has built up far too long This window must be cleared Penetrating chill sets Shaking in my skin Snuggled in my memories Still the cold seeps in I search for a warm body One to make me whole But the cold still lingers Chilled to the soul Weeping tears of blood My heart, it cries out Seeking another soul Can I live without? My pride flies south Words freeze in my mouth I am at a loss of life Ice-covered heart Don’t know where to start Maybe spring will bring new life Frozen crystal drops Still I sit alone Apart from you, Oh God My true heart is my own Upon a June will be a bloom A light through the dead of night Of your soul; this chill is just a hole From you; only you can heal A tangle of emotions I’ve cut myself apart I won’t play that game I will protect my heart Often prey to silence Caught in past remains The warmth within my body Has chilled in my veins Could spring be on the march? Is this rose sign? Be my rest ‘till light The color within my mind Yes, winter has its place To call what summer hides To take a look down deep Cold attracts a warm guide My breathing has slowed The color has returned Through your faithfulness My heart has been well earned Take me on your chest Sail with me this night Take me to your world To have warmth in the light

Copyright © Christopher Steven Coan