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Spring Bud

                                
                                 
                                  
                                 
                                
                                 My 
                               breath
                          shivers under  
                       a rug of loneliness,
                    a sleepy heart huddles
                   against such memories 
                 of togetherness and not of 
               goodbyes, hating to disperse 
               the fiery rhymes of your lips, 
                as well as the warmth of its 
                 sweat...tastes like red wine, 
                   then it beats...and beats
                     gently, as it envisions
                          you, in an early
                                misty
                                   s
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Copyright © Ernesto P. Santiago | Year Posted 2007

Details | Rhyme | |

Spring Reverie

I heard the maytime robin sing
His merry voice has wakened spring;
Each golden note bursts forth to soar
Where sound and blossom now restore.
The drowsy earth sheds winter's rest
And all that slept find spring confessed
That radiant song that fills the air
Brings good news beyond compare.

The birds proclaim with joyful tune
The raptures of impatient June;
With potent scent the blooming flowers
Perfumes time with fragrant hours
A nest well hidden in a tree
Holds new life we can't yet see;
The crimson rose perfumes the gale
The virgin lily crowns the vale.
Where sun and shadows come to dwell
Seductive spring will cast her spell.

Copyright © elizabeth wesley | Year Posted 2012

Details | Haiku | |

Spring

Nature's wake from sleep Life flirts with beauty a time for flowers to flaunt

Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2016

Details | Quintain (English) | |

Spring Sleep

Sighing softly, a gentle breeze, dances amid my clothes line. Sweet the scent, refreshing tease, as sheets, its hug entwines. This night, on Spring, I shall recline.
2/8/12 For the contest: English Quintain, A Spring Day Sponsored by Francine Roberts

Copyright © Paula Swanson | Year Posted 2012

Details | Personification | |

SPRING

                   SPRING


Testing the water with bare toes
I will recoil
to the misted edge of hoarfrost
softened soil
peek through eyes of Crocus
and Jonquil
at the emptiness my promise
must fullfil.

I’ll whisper to the branches shy
with cold
to remember seasoned stories
they were told
beckon to the passing birds -
alight
let us celebrate this
un-chilled night.

My warming fingers, reaching gently,
thaw river ice
as softened earth imparts my scent
to foggy spice
worms wiggle in the drizzling
April showers
as dawn tempts the stretching vines
climb empty bowers.

I will touch each aching heart
with sunshine’s gift
releasing all from stifling 
Winter’s grip
nestle with the Cardinals
and Jays
languish in renewals
warming haze.


1/2/2015
submitted to Seasons – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Shadow Hamilton

Copyright © John lawless | Year Posted 2015

Details | Epic | |

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

Copyright © John lawless | Year Posted 2015

Details | Haiku | |

THE DAWN OF SPRING

winter thaw begins snowdrops peeping through the snow raising sleepy heads Jan Allison 26th November 2014

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2014

Details | Quatrain | |

Give Me Spring

Take away my static hair,
My thick, wool toque, my glassy eyes.
Take away the chilly air,
The endless clouds, the covered skies.

Give me back my sun-streaked hair,
My floppy hat, my shaded eyes. 
Give me back the sea-salt air,
The fluffy clouds, the crystal skies. 

Take away my dull, dry skin,
My soggy mitts, my booted feet.
Take away the frosty wind,
The icy paths, the slushy streets.

Give me back my sun-tanned skin,
My denim shorts, my flip-flop feet.
Give me back the toasty wind,
The sparkling dunes, the sandy streets.

Take away harsh Winter's sting, 
His gales of hail, his banks of snow.
Give me back my darling Spring,
Her rising sun, her lovely glow.

Copyright © Heather Ober | Year Posted 2013

Details | Haiku | |

Welcome Spring

through the open door
across my room sunlight spills. . . .
Robin Redbreast trills

the scent of blossoms
carried on April’s warm breeze. . . . 
our first hummingbird

among red flowers
where my daughter twirls her skirt . . . . 
a butterfly flits

in late afternoon
laughing in our garden spot. . . . 
we spy a bluebird

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2012

Details | Haiku | |

SPRING HAIKU

forest newly dressed wearing her emerald gown she dreams of summer Submitted to Any poem written in April Contest sponsored by Laura Loo 10th April 2016

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2016

Details | Dramatic Verse | |

MARRIAGE OF BUTTERFLIES IN SPRING

              Spring comes, cool breeze flows
              conveying the message of peace
            with a pleasant and perfumed blow.
           Flowers blossom with redolent fumes.
           Butterflies worried for their marriage 
               inviting friends,with paused tune.
                   Linda, Sandra dress up nice,
                  Jean, James come with smile,
               Andrea, Anne please come in time,
          Devnath, don't forget your camera mobile.
              Let us rush to Laila Garden, to enjoy
                the decoration arranged by spring
                 the fragrance, main dish of party
                       served by pleasant wind.

                 Come with me to bless the couples.
             Flowers are brides, butterflies are grooms.
                          Grass hoppers  are there
                 to welcome us, with melodious tune.
               As a beautiful tent, trees stand strong
                           wearing emerald crown.
       To ensure our comfort, earth covered it's surface
               with carpet of grass, mild golden green.
                       I know, you all came with gift
                            to show your stardom.
                           Don't worry, I am here
                       please handed it over to me
                            without any confusion. 
        =========================

                    Written on 29th April, 2016

Copyright © Manmath Dalei | Year Posted 2016

Details | Lyric | |

Arrives the spring

Arrives the spring
Anacreontic verse 3






Allure of raindrops 
as drizzle knocks,
April arrives ...
Ecstatic Spring 
ushers joy,
Buds bloom
petals unfold,
Vibrant colours
eyes behold,
Mustard in yellow
wheat gives gold, 

Fragrant breeze 
to lovers' delight,
Heavenly azure
and soaring flight,
Reigning blue
echoes into sea,

Festivals lure
delicacies to relish,
Step into May
with blushing
Red roses,
Luscious Mangoes
enticing delish,
Basking days
evenings coldish,
Verve satiates 
soul's every wish!




Written April 11th, 2016
For contest by Edward ebbs

Copyright © Dr. Upma A. Sharma | Year Posted 2016

Details | Senryu | |

Is it Spring Yet?

The March madness ends
I am just an April fool
looking for sunshine

Copyright © Robin L. Gass | Year Posted 2009

Details | Personification | |

SPRING

S - P - R - I - N - G Ah! Harsh cold winter must be tired, his grip weakening, he breathes his last. The frowning skies finally crumble fast revealing downy blue clouds that waltz The sun blows kisses of shine--- like a rainfall touching, caressing but melting adagio the white icy coats among branches... The blossoms sultry strip to loosen their curves then upon naked arms of trees curls the color green trembling with symptoms of spring. Birds twiddle free to sound like thrums. Evergreen trees duet as they whistle to calm tunes of nippy breeze. All around a choir blushing fountain hues of brown, red, pink and yellow. Animals long-hiding from hugs of frost now stands. They burst with grins and jolts-- like squirrels bouncing up and down. Butterflies outstretch wings flutter by! Snow that clogs and plugs finally weeps-- running dry with the heat rising slow on air. It stirs sweet liquid pearls to tip-toe on leaves and petal's swells. Buzzing bees chase fresh floating nectar... Lured, they dance on merry-go-round in the warm bosom of smiling sunshine. Coats and boots all pack and rolled away, chuckles and giggles tickle the daytime flair as little children prance to do some plays. _____________________________________________ POEM OF THE DAY -- JANUARY 07, 2015 Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton Contest Name: Seasons Placed 1st ©O.E. Guillermo 06:49 pm, January 01, 2015

Copyright © Olive Eloisa Fraser | Year Posted 2015

Details | Sonnet | |

Springing Sea of Green

I love it when Spring finally comes The buds showing their little sprouts Yes indeed from this seasons of four I'm awake many sleeping plants shout I love it when I walk through the parks When these buds turn to a sea of green Forgotten are the plants being so stark This birthing season just has to be seen I love it when I sit on the park benches When the breeze caresses Sakura trees The airs scented by their pinky blossoms Mother nature and man in total agree When I retire I'll grow a green thumb for I love it when Spring finally comes

Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2015

Details | List | |

spring is in the air

spring cleaning,
spring planting,
spring pruning,

bees, 
butterflies,
allergies,

campfires,
marshmallows,
smores,

spring break,
school is out soon,
happy tired children,

the smell of flowers,
fresh spring rain,
first mowed grass,

just a few of my favorite things!

Copyright © karen croft | Year Posted 2012

Details | Sapphic stanza | |

Moonlit Growth

 

Weaving moonlit cords of poetic magic
Hina laces emerald beads of nature
Softly stroking slumbering roots to wake now
        Spring is arriving


                                 ~FJ Thomas

Copyright © FJ Thomas | Year Posted 2015

Details | Tanka | |

- Small Hands -

 


I will define Spring

In the beauty calm your mind

The length of daylight 

Child's inquisitive wonder

Celebrate rainbow colors










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

Copyright © Sunshine Smile | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme | |

Winters End

It gives life a time to reflect with an unclothed transparency seer.

Winter is the time to tame life with little heat and almost no light.
This is nature’s pause as the curtain of life begins to close tight.

Winter's loneliness allows for the gathering to touch a friendly scattering.
It’s winters quietness that allows unmuffled sounds to carry chattering. 

Nature’s artist only has a palette of color of just a few,
Paints a painting of faith and hope of something new.

While nature dreams the dreams of winter’s rest,
Morning yawns, the land wakes from nature’s chest.

The sun is warm but the chill in the air still has dominance.
Yet the innocence of a few daffodils show their prominence.

So many colors for the eye to see, look the grass it's fresh and green.
Birds sing as they fly tree to tree as we watch an enlightening scene.

Oh you can see it in the palette and hear it in the air…Spring is here!

EdwardJ Ebbs - January 11, 2015

Copyright © Edward Ebbs | Year Posted 2015

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A Spring Soliloquy

New grass will wave in a crisp morning breeze
White buds will blur our orchard lanes again
Clouds will be dancing over the blue horizon
And earth will feel the tiny feet of rain

Streams will wash their pebbles bright and clean
Each shaken fern will yield a twinkling shower
Meadowlarks will share a sweet soliloquy
And sun-drenched lilacs will be glad with flower

The wide lift of fresh air and skies of blue
Will glimmer between each leafy bough of green
I will walk into the woods, ushered by a redwing's flute
I will bask in the sunshine, and listen to the song of spring

New born lambs will suckle in the dew
A fragrant petal from the apple tree
Will rest upon my cheek, and I will feel the touch of spring
And know a sense of peace, throughout the whole of me



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Submitted for Judy Konos 'Short Form' Contest
By Carrie Richards

Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2011

Details | Rhyme | |

SPRING TO YULETIDE

Circumstance encompassing around and flowing as the mill race in turbulent rolling curls,
Surges.' Forth to flow; and fall, visions issue with or without portent,
to my observation and my limited discernment.
Also fate makes it s call and then falls a power,
as do the oceans rearing ramparts downwards smash
On sand or shingle strands by night, by day, and twilight hours,
whilst magma as incandescent fire spouts and high hurled, red
In-veined opals show a pastel field green & blue
glistening inside more verdant hues, liquid colours flow as golden day
Ignites and shines, faint breaths of spring essay its designs
then retreat as the atmosphere chills, to threats of snow and sundry ills.

©Joe Maverick 18-2-2011

Copyright © Joe Maverick | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse | |

Spring Showers




free as the wind
in song and verse
visions tumbling within my soul
quenching my poetic thirst

as vibrant as the wild daisy
each teardrop upon my face
I twist and turn in posy
lapping up the springtime rain 

with each pitter patter 
racing to greet my heart
I melt with each breath of beauty
drowning as I impart

forever in crystal showers
as I fall back to paint the day
from the rumbling clouds of dynasty 
quickly I am taken away

free as the wind
in song and verse

untouched purity
this euphoric poetic birth

________________________

Copyright © Rick Parise | Year Posted 2013

Details | Personification | |

Spring

Spring
As Dark-Eyed Junco birds head north I know, You’re not far behind with warmer weather in tow.
With an experienced artist’s colorful brush, You skillfully paint away winter’s gray slush.
Bringing sweet sunshine and cleansing rain, Ravaged Earth you renew with rainbows again.
Crocuses yellow and white are brightly blooming, Oh my goodness, you are absolutely amazing!
Even the rhythmic tap, tap, tap of woodpeckers Tell me you are here – what mesmeric music to my ears.
Wrens return building nests and spreading their wings, Flying high in your blue skies as they joyously sing.
Coming alive at the wave of your magical wand, My elated heart soars and I feel superbly grand.
I love your cool breath so fresh and tender, And light butterfly kisses that you gently render.
But my dearest Spring, as much as I enjoy being with you, I have a jealous lover, Summer - so this has to be adieu.
1/3/2015

Copyright © Pandita Sanchez | Year Posted 2015

Details | Etheree | |

SPRING AT LAST

SPRING AT LAST

spring
with snow
on the ground
what shall i wear
it’s fifty outside
not a cloud anywhere
the sky is two shades brighter
i feel just short of wonderful
and the forecast is “continued fair”
what shall i wear      why a big smile of course

Dave Austin

Copyright © daver austin | Year Posted 2015

Details | Haiku | |

Spring Tango

The soft, gentle breeze,
Dances with the fresh new leaves;
First ballad of Spring.

Copyright © Raul Moreno | Year Posted 2009

Details | Haiku | |

spring haiku

the ink in my pen 
flows into a wild river
abiding eddies—

Connie Marcum Wong

Copyright © Connie Marcum Wong | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme | |

HERE COMES SPRING

Here Comes Spring


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

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

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

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



2/21/2015

Submitted – Flower Song – Poetry contest
sponsor –Rick Parise

Copyright © John lawless | Year Posted 2015

Details | Terzanelle | |

Seasons promise

 Trees stand silently and bare
Yet in their silence dwells  the hope of spring
Though  winter keeps  them in  its  icy glare

Desolate landscapes  bare the scars of winter's sting
 And hardly a creature utters  a sound
 Yet in their silence dwells the hope of spring

Days are  bleak with gray skies all around
While icicles  hang from window sills
 And hardly  a creature utters a sound

As life stands  still in winter's chill
Those sunny days  are hard to find
While  icicles hang from window sills

Cold winds blow with storms that blind
But the hope of spring does not decline
Though  sunny days are  hard to find

As weary creatures look for a sign
Trees stand silently and bare 
But the hope of spring does not decline
Though winter keeps them in its icy glare
                                 ~~
  Written on: 11/11/ 2012 
 Contest Judged On: 4/30/16







Copyright © Joseph May | Year Posted 2012

Details | Haiku | |

Spring


       march winds gust -

       gorse clings on tightly
       
       whilst daffodils sway

Copyright © LINDA JACKSON | Year Posted 2014

Details | Couplet | |

CELEBRATION OF SPRING

We wave goodbye to winter with its ice and frost and snow That thick blanket on the ground it has melted long ago The icy fingers of Jack Frost now no longer feel the cold For brighter days of spring will warm his bones so old Dull dark days are behind us and the winter chill has passed Spring is waiting in the wings; golden days are here at last! Our clocks will soon spring forward and we lose an hour’s sleep Bright crocuses and tulips through the earth begin to peep We welcome in the spring, she is dressed in emerald green She drapes herself on trees where new leaves can be seen Lambs gambol in the fields oh how I love to see them play They bounce around so happily on a warm and sunny day Dainty daffodils dance delightfully in the zephyr breeze Unfortunately poor hay fever sufferers now begin to sneeze! Our days are getting longer and the sun begins to shine Oh how I adore this time of year - our glorious springtime! Contest: Celebration Sponsored by Shadow Hamilton 03~30~16

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2016