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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

Details | Sapphic stanza | |

Enticing romance

Springtime, yellow daffodils nodding  gaily
Tulips open like poppies in the sunshine
Plush grass sprouting creating luscious cover
Enticing romance

Copyright © SEREN ROBERTS

Details | Sonnet | |

That Spring Love in Your Eyes

That Spring Love in Your Eyes

Spring Love’s in your eyes for me now to see,
And it reaffirms thoughts of our special love;
And there is no other place I would rather be,
As we kiss deeply under the moon light above!

Darling with you in my arms this spring season,
My feelings are of such passion with true bliss;
We are “two” together by His Heavenly reason, 
And for this our time together is never amiss!

With spring in bloom and God’s blessing above,
My heart’s yours forever my love please know;
For I know our emotions are of the deepest love,
And for this Darling to the Earth’s end I would go!

With that special spring love dear in your eyes,
Nothing on Earth compares with this Heavenly prize! 

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
May 10, 2015 (Shakespearean Sonnet)

Copyright © Gary Bateman

Details | Quintain (English) | |

Spring's Budding Romance


Lovely hued flowers adorn my sills, painting over winter's gloom Budding blossoms, an abundant gift from earth's lavish garden Spring has arrived in splendor; she is fully clad in fragrant bloom An array of vivid petals wave to greet me through my open curtain A banquet for my eyes until the azure skies gallantly darken Fresh green scapes boldly beckon with promise of sunlit strolls Winter's slumber has contained all of my audacious desires The thaw of spring awakens passions welling in my soul Brilliant butterflies flutter, pristine snowflakes try to aspire As spring's budding romance is displayed, winter has expired Melodies enchant the barren forests as leaves sprout in song Trees sway to spring's beautiful music and burst with creation Robin's nest caresses bright blue eggs on branches thick and strong Graceful wings dance on the golden horizon, birds sing in elation Nature embraced by the sun and earth, spring's miraculous sensation
By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders Ninth place in English Quintain A Spring Day contest (Francine Roberts) By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, February 4, 2012 for Francine Robert's english quintain, a spring day contest Ninth place

Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders

Details | Italian Sonnet | |

Springtime Affections

My love, your breath, fresh as a spring breeze,
Caresses my face, with a wondrous tone,
As your sweet lips, approach mine, we moan.
For expectation, of such pleasurable tease,
For there is no time, for emotions to please,
Our brief moments, are barely, only a loan.
For passion delivers, future beautifully alone,
Our ecstasies of movements together, appease.

After spring, before the heat of summer time,
Our ardor grows; grows within each heart.
Our touch, Heavens blessing, to each other,
These moments, hours, days have no crime.
Together forever, our souls, never part,
Our spirits are free, to love; never smother.

Copyright © cecil hickman

Details | Free verse | |

The seasons of us

when winter comes and skeletons of trees

stand starkly upon the snow

i will think of you

and your head on my lap before the fireplace

skating on the gaunt, deep pond 

where we made love on brighter days

hot chocolate and fired brandies

and standing at windows while flurries fell

 

when it is spring again and trees bear promises

as islands of snow die slowly in their shadows

i will think of you

when all was alive again and you believed in us

within the world of nest-making and streams going home

making bouquets of foothill flowers

constantly profaning the word “forever”

and imagining that winter was forever gone

 

when summer is upon me with sweltering wrath

i will come to the forest where we walked and

i will think of you

where we were prone beneath the well dressed limbs

in a canopy above us, fitted into one another like lovers

by the quarry lake where you were covered in beads of water

and the sun loved you and glistened upon your body

where i looked at you as one would view sunsets or miracles

 

autumn will come with all its dark omens and i will walk 

upon the crisp leaves made spectacular by death

and i will think of you

where the earth wore its gaudy colors while ours had faded

into the murky hues of uneasiness and fear

and soon the trees will awaken alone and naked to the world

and i will understand their plight in a box called home

where once laughter lived and life was wonderful

 

there was a time before seasons and sentiment

when small, gentle hands covered my eyes with giggles

and you gasped, “oh, i’m sorry!  i thought you were someone else!”

i smiled then and replied, “i am.”

it was the spring of us that led into the caldron of summer passion

before time and treasons took their toll

before reality and reason tore the glitter from our eyes

and our autumn came that condemned us to our winter 

Copyright © DAVID ELLSWORTH

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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

Details | Light Poetry | |

A Spring day

A walk in the park
Sunny skies
Lovers hand in hand
Strolling along the promenade
Smelling the sweet scent of red roses all around
As I sit here all alone
On a park bench
Beside the most beautiful woman I ever laid eyes on
If only I was not so shy
I would have told her so

Copyright © arthur vaso

Details | Pantoum | |

On the love rock---

Waiting for you here on the love rock Plucking out petals, loves me, loves me not Life's for once, lets hold hands and walk A scarlet blush, for you, my face has got Plucking out petals, loves me, loves me not Lush green grass and swaying Zinnia flowers A scarlet blush, for you, my face has got A fluff of clouds hovering with spring showers Lush green grass and swaying Zinnia flowers Soft breeze teasing, ruffling my pink chiffon dress A fluff of clouds hovering with spring showers Butterfly and blossom's romantic caress Soft breeze teasing, ruffling my pink chiffon dress Feel of fingers through my hair, your gentle touch Butterfly and blossom's romantic caress With bated breath I wait, my heart's love is such Feel of fingers through my hair, your gentle touch Life's for once, lets hold hands and walk With bated breath I wait, my heart's love is such Waiting for you here on the love rock

Copyright © Yesha Shah

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

Details | Tanka | |

It's Spring Again

Spring has come again.
It’s time to visit good friends.
Get off of your butt.
Lay laziness aside man.
Dance and prance and make romance.

Copyright © Jerry Stevenson

Details | Free verse | |

YOUR LOVE IS

Your love is an endless melody played just for me
Sweet notes in spring and all SUMMER long
 A single ROSE for a lonely heart. 

Your love is a joyful afternoon RENDEZVOUS. IT IS MORE
than just the spirit of my leaping heart. It is as rare as a
LAVANDER ROSE. It is the MASTER OF all loves, an enigma
Never to be understood.

It pulls at every invisible heart string. It is the DELICATE cloth which binds my soul.      it causes me to aspire 
To that which has been silently DESIRED .
YOUR  Love is a MEADOW filled with VIOLET blades of grass
Each blade has its own unique name whispered on winds with
PLATINUM WINGS.

It is each and EVERYTHING  every single day and all that sings
The QUIET SONG 

Copyright © VAL BROOKLYN Rogers BLK PANTHER

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Garden Rose

Written August 21, 2013


There's a girl in the garden
She's messing with your rose bed
Plucking weeds out from your head
And watering the seeds in your bed

But where will she wander
When the roses are dead
Will she come back for more
When they turn back to red

She can run all alone
Write this story in stone
On concrete slabs
Of skin and bone

Copyright © Brandon Carter

Details | Romanticism | |

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.

Copyright © Chris Boskovski

Details | Free verse | |

Fuse with Spring

See us;
her in pastel
flowering,
and the long strands of her hair
from the
gentle breeze of Spring
dancing

See us;
as we frolic
under the soft touch of
Spring's sun

See us;
as we fix our eyes
to each other
while Spring's rain
tenderly cools our
excitable 
flesh

See us;
fuse with
Spring




Copyright © James Peranteau

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A Day In Spring

The sun arose to welcome the notes
Of the soft rosebuds in spring
Clapping through the scented wind
A delicate joy proud glistening.

As idly we tread on the wet green
By the fountains and the stream
That dance upon the loving beam
Crystal spray that gently gleam.

You held me in your loving arms
To die within your tender charms
On your breast of warmth that calms
So sweet the kiss that love alarms.

So as we tread the vibrant noon
Amongst the lustre and the tune
Kiss me warm and give me soon
Loving tender on the naked moon.

Copyright © Mustapha Mohammed

Details | Senryu | |

A Spring to Summer Romance

he was not my type
but by the time it was spring
i wore that man's ring

once he wore me down
i flowered in the garden
of his sweet attentiveness
but began to droop
in the absence of his care. . . . 
July’s drought was hard to bear

that ring he gave me -
cheap like his lackluster love -
broke in mid-august

By Andrea Dietrich

(combination senryu and choka)
For Russell Sivey's 
Relationship Breakups Poetry Contest

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich

Details | Free verse | |

Spring

Spring, life flourishes
Like a gentle flower
It's time to be awakened
Your petals unfold
Inhale deeply, slowly
Eyes closed, wide open
The bouquet is sweet
Unmistakably yours
The scent is feminine
It calls my name
Whispering, loudly
Quietly you scream
Only I can hear this voice
It is for me, only for me
I am invited, embraced
Ravaged, lovingly
I surrender, take me
I am yours
You are mine

~Rick Berry
 

Copyright © Rick Berry

Details | I do not know? | |

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

Copyright © Michi Watts

Details | Ballad | |

Spring Fever

 
I went for a walk one Spring day

The sun was shining up above

As I strolled  with my friends

Soon to meet my one true love


Dressed in jeans and a jacket

Almost thought whether I should

Buy a pair of hiking boots

When I bumped into my one true love


My friends had walked on up ahead

While I wondered whether I could

My kitten heels had stuck in the mud

When I met my own one true love


He rescued me, my knight, my saviour,

He lifted me above the flood

Instantaneously a look in each other's eyes

Never to part from my one true love

Copyright © theresa stephens

Details | Light Poetry | |

I'll Meet You In My Dreams

As sleep descends I send to you, Pegasus, of legendary fame
Be ready my love to ride him hard when he calls your name
Feel the muscles and sinews taught, gripped between your thighs
Join with him and take his strength the moment you close your eyes

Where he lands a spring appears, a spring flowing with love
Drink it deep whilst in your sleep and ride the heavens above
Sip your fill before you wake the spring must then fall dry
But together we will be as one my love; you will taste the tears I cry
©~GG~18/11/2012

Copyright © Mandy Tams The Golden Girl

Details | Couplet | |

Springtime romance contest

Going  out on a date calling around at nine
We are to wrap up warm no high  heels this time

Dressed in  thick sweaters trainers on our feet
We drove to the river a boat was waiting looking sleek

Jumped aboard and off  to go wind in the sails so strong
Heading for an island when everything went wrong

Wind dropped sail  hanging limp nothing we could do 
Looked at each other with smouldering looks, both knew

How we ended up on a bunk not sure that's true
But know when we made love our minds just blew

Spring is in the air so the saying  goes
Know how those rabbits feel with libidos all aglow

Peeping out of the porthole just looked  and stared
The boat had drifted to the island where a hamper had been prepared

Picnicked with a blanket on the ground, had bubbly up my nose
Ate smoked salmon with rye, dozed dreamily rubbing my toes

It has been a lovely day though not quite what we had in mind
Think spring is our  favourite season with summer not far behind.

21/02/2013




Copyright © SEREN ROBERTS

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Spring Love

                                ~Spring Love~
Lying on the bank of the river, fingers dabble in the flow
Your head across my stomach, watching the waters go.

Little fluffy ducks abound, and new damsel flies unfurl
The early season brown trout leap, and make a splashing swirl.

Fingers running through your hair, my body satisfied and warm
You trace my lips with your finger, we're hidden from the brewing storm.

The storm we know will hit us, and what will we do then?
But cherish this stolen time together, in our sheltered glen.

Kisses that fall like the spring time rain
We know not when it will happen again?

Spring comes but once a year and we grasp it with both hands
We cherish and watch the buds explode; leaf covers the new born land.

Fingertips that may not touch, in the next seasons rising sun
Time to move on our way, another season begun…

How do we pretend ,that there is no spark of love?
It’s like trying to stop the clouds that form in the heavens above.

Good day my beloved one another spring will come
Perhaps we will share it, under another rising sun.
© 12/09/2102 ~GG~


Copyright © Mandy Tams The Golden Girl

Details | Free verse | |

The Garden

The night air is cool and collective,
Running through my hair and face.
Even when I’m with people, I feel alone
In this cold blooded space.

It’s like walking through a garden
Of all your favorite foods,
But none of which can substantiate
For that one so special mood…

That mood, 
that beautiful frame of mind.  
I only go there with you,
And only you can make it unwind.

I discovered a passion unlike any other
And in my finding I opened a world,
A world I did not know existed.
I’m on cloud nine every time I think of you,
Just the thought of you brings joy to my heart.

This garden holds many beautiful things
Many delightful pleasures,
Many cold nights,
Warm nights,
Difficult frights,
Ecstatic times and unsystematic times!

But they mean nothing to me,
While I’m alone…

Walk with me through this garden.

Copyright © John Paluszek

Details | I do not know? | |

My Madness, Me

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, 

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.

I am.

My wings unclipped, unshackled, free,

I am, and though I am unable to see,

I am.

At long last,

me...


Copyright © Scribbler Of Verses

Details | I do not know? | |

Distant African Nights

Those Distant African Nights...


1.


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.



2.


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,


yet,

a fear gnawed at me,

deep within.



3.


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.



4.


You are long gone,

far away,

happy, I pray,


yet the memories persist,

those precious moments shall never, 
ever,

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,


then,


and it is I who is not worthy,


now...



5.


You were always true,


it was I who always,

always,

refused to,


to give myself,


completely to you.





Copyright © Scribbler Of Verses

Details | Rhyme | |

cycles of love

my mark is fresh like snow in air
brisk and mist will crisp on hair
fists ball up from risk to care
whisper and stare but all is fair
love and reason, flow like seasons
the endings blending and quite seeming
parts of hearts, tho awake or dreaming
half is seeing, the other believing
eyes align and beats will sync
eyes a line for heat to sink
taken quickly for a fall
lovers stroll through memories' hall
echoes stir sight and scent
my senses flight keeps suspense
until logic teaches what it meant
all good things come to an end
summer lighting longer days
more hours to burn for lovers lay
precious tokens we hope to stay
from constant change or parting ways
spring into action to save those astray
a few more years can cost a pay
with lives and sacrifice displayed
perhaps tomorrow will be okay
years can fly like clouds in sky
feelings revealing what to decide
and just like that were back to try
to love the same until we die

Copyright © Davin Payne

Details | Couplet | |

Spring Romance

As flowers bloom, so does our love
And our hearts shine like the sun above
And as birds sing in the trees that grow
My love for you will always show

As we feel warm as the golden sun
And my love for you will never be gone
Love is beautiful as butterflies and bees
Please accept this ring as I’m on my knees


Written: 24 February 2013

Copyright © Julie Alcin

Details | Lyric | |

Autumn's Arms

Written November 17, 2013


The summer dies slowly
Into autumns arms
And winter does linger
Until spring breathes at dawn
I've fallen for you
Cast under your spell
My gaze as stone
As the old towne well
My face as pale
As the moon in the night sky
My heart unspoken
Left wondering why
These days are so chaotic
Yet these nights so serene

Copyright © Brandon Carter

Details | I do not know? | |

Your Whisper

You whispered in my ear,
a breathy secret, hushed.

“I love you”, you murmured.

I said nothing,
lost, in your arms,
I found a home. At last.

“I love you”, you said,
I said nothing,
lost in my thoughts,
I found peace. At last.

“I love you”, you said,
words failed me then.

They still do.

Copyright © Scribbler Of Verses