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Details | Ninette | |

Four seasons

Spring arrives silently blooming beauty Colourful new life Birds leave their nest Rainy days hide the sun Time goes by Summer smiles with blazing heat Fun days at the beach Fragrant flowers Ripe sweet fruit Happy souls Leaves falling signal change nature's palette ablaze with colours Days get shorter and colder as frost sets In the depth of winter snow gently falls on dark wintry nights Building snowmen snowball fights lots of fun The Silent One 3 October 2015

Copyright © Silent One

Details | Shape | |

Spring Bud

                          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

Copyright © Ernesto P. Santiago

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

Details | Personification | |



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 -
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.

submitted to Seasons – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Shadow Hamilton

Copyright © John lawless

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

For SKAT’s Winter’s End – Poetry Contest

Copyright © John lawless

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

Copyright © JAN ALLISON

Details | Personification | |


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 Guillermo

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

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

Details | Rhyme | |


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

Details | Rhyme | |


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.


Submitted – Flower Song – Poetry contest
sponsor –Rick Parise

Copyright © John lawless

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

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

Details | Rhyme | |

Pivotal Fall

Pivotal Fall Our Spring is so welcomed when Winter is done, We long for rebirth under warm sun. New growth of Spring will recall Green, lush Summer sprawl. Then with ease, Fall Paints the trees Bright shades to enthrall, Forestalling Winter’s drab pall Of snow, sleet and ice…not so much fun… Our Spring is so welcomed when Winter is done. © Sandra M. Haight 2015 All Rights Reserved ~3rd Place~ Contest: An Invented Form: Help Me Name it Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich Judged: 02/23/2015 ------------------------------------------------------ Syllables: 11, 9, 7, 5, 3, 1, 3, 5, 7, 9, 11 Rhyme: a-a-b-b-c-b-c-b-b-a-a- Suggested Form Title: Hourglass Rhyme

Copyright © Sandra Haight

Details | Light Poetry | |



              Scrumptious sight of prairies and grass
       Ardent beaming of flower buds and buzzing bees
         Leafless coils, branches of trees become alive
          Hastening! Arousing everyone's joy and vive
             Everyone happy on cheerful springtime!

             A cotillion trips and chirps of jolly birds
         From some distance, I have started to heard
         Fantastic shun and kisses of pretty butterflies
       Tempting all species of flora and fauna to thrive
        Welcoming, beckoning the heat of summertime!

         First crisp of breeze, creating dew in morning
Canopy of red and orange leaves from branches, enchanting!
      Turning the world into a canvass of nature's brush
  Unnoticeable, such romantic dash making anyone blush
  Revel, embrace the sweet amorous season of autumn!

                 Solid chilling raindrops of snowflakes
                Giving warning: careful during breaks
            Covering branches, bringing icy cold aches
                Yet, skiing an exhilarating cool escape
             Delight in the coolness ambiance of winter!

                                     2:22 pm


Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo

Details | Haiku | |

Spring Haiku

~Riot of Colors~
Life garlands cyclic blossoms 
Earth rejuvenates~

Traditional Haiku Contest – Debbie Guzzi
~awarded Honourable Mention~

Copyright © Chelsea Chords

Details | I do not know? | |

December to May

The land still held in wint'ry grasp.
Against the chill my breath did rasp.
When for a moment my eyes did see,
A fair maiden dancing nakedly.
Nary a stitch nor thread on her wond'rous shape.
As she beckoned I could naught but gape.
When she spoke her voice was a melody,
Promising things that I only dreamed.
I went to her in bewildered awe,
And this is suddenly what I saw-

White roses tangled in her flaxen tresses,
A thousand poppies at her feet,
Fairies danced in diaphinous dresses,
With sunlight was the scene replete.

On she led o'er field and meadow.
Where she trod the spring would show.
With love and joy my heart did swell,
For this maiden had rescued me from winter's hell.
For hours we laughed and sang and such.
I would gasp and tremble at her every touch.
Not once did I think to inquire her name,
Nor did I ask from whence she came.
We rested at length 'neath a stately oak,
And this I found when I awoke-

Gone was my maiden and the spring she brought,
Frozen were the fields and meadows,
Simply a dream, or so I had thought,
Yet clasped in my hand, a single white rose.

I return each day to this lonely place,
Hoping to glimpse my fair maiden's face.
Low does the sun sink in the winter sky,
When I turn home with a tear in my eye.
For once again she has neglected to show,
And left me this wretched ice and snow.
Yet I musn't believe that she does not care,
Lest I should let my heart despair.
For she will return again one day,
Turning as she goes, December to May.

Copyright © Bobby Mielke

Details | Senryu | |

Is it Spring Yet?

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

Copyright © Robin L. Gass

Details | List | |

spring is in the air

spring cleaning,
spring planting,
spring pruning,



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

Details | Rhyme | |

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

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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.

Copyright © Pandita Sanchez

Details | Free verse | |

Spring Showers

as the wind
in song 
and verse
within my soul
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 
to greet my heart
I melt 
with each breath of beauty
as I impart

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

as the wind
in song 
and verse

untouched purity
this poetic birth


Copyright © Rick Parise

Details | Haiku | |

Spring Tango

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

Copyright © Raul Moreno

Details | Terzanelle | |

Seasons promise

 Trees  in silent strength stand  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  in silent strength stand bare
But the hope of spring does not decline
Though winter keeps them in its icy glare
 11 -11 - 2012 

Copyright © Joseph May

Details | Haiku | |


       march winds gust -

       gorse clings on tightly
       whilst daffodils sway


Details | Etheree | |



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

Details | Rhyme | |

The Metamorphosis of Spring

The Metamorphosis of Spring

Spring's mystical womb
Delivers new bloom
Each year
With bud and perfume
She flees Winter's tomb
With cheer,

And heeding the call
To be Summer's thrall
She leaps
To spread her green shawl
In emerald sprawl
Then creeps,

Inside Autumn's gown
With burnished gold crown
And reigns
In orange-red-brown.
But soon tumbling down
She wanes,

As Winter winds blow
To end her grand show
And hide
Her last bit of glow
Beneath pall of snow—

Spring sighed
Then laughed from below
"Oh new embryo—

© Sandra M. Haight 2014 
    All Rights Reserved

First Published in Easter Ideals – February 1982
Payment: $10.00
However, this was a prestigious magazine then
and a collectors item now!

~4th Place~
Contest: Million dollar Poem #1
Sponsor: Skat A
Judged: 06/12/2015


Copyright © Sandra Haight

Details | Ballad | |


Springs around the corner
what wondrous things we'll see,
bulbs popping up above the ground
giving joy to you and me,
time to tidy up our plot, lots of digging too,
weeds to pull, beds to hoe
lots of things will have to go. 
You have to be a little brave
if that rose you want to save,
but you will learn that over time
you've got to be cruel,  just to be kind,

The flower beds need a tidy
take all that dead stuff off the top,
veg plots being well dug over
hoping for a bumper crop.

Seeds to sow, hope they'll grow !
then the lawn will need a mow.

And when all the hard work is done
you can sit back and be pleased, 
wind , rain and sun you have grown all you need.

Copyright © jacque lee

Details | Haiku | |

spring haiku

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

Connie Marcum Wong

Copyright © Connie Marcum Wong

Details | Ballad | |

Non Believer

The winter's been harsh, the winter's been long.
Still it's only march and I can't hear the song.
To have spring fever, you need to be a believer.
This winter's been harsh and this winter's been long.

Shovel's and sneezes are the call of the day.
Please hand me a kleenex, it's two month's until May.
We're out, well I guess I'll just use my sleeve or.
Man if I had my way I certainly wouldn't stay.

White winds wailing where weeds wait wondering.
If the God's will ever restart thier thundering.
Or if they have just slammed down the reciever.
In disgust of all of mankinds plundering.

Faith in the four season's is our only stronghold.
Waiting for the story of sping to still be told.
Hoping the book of knowledge is not a deciever.
Our spirit's are shaken and we dare not be too bold.

For the spring fever contest/ ballad

Copyright © robert johnson