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Song Spring Poems | Spring Poems About Song

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

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Details | Rhyme |

Song of the Dove -- Song of Solomon

Little dove, perched in the snow You need not ask For, how well, I know How your presence speaks quietly Of faith in the spring When you come out of hiding And we hear your voice sing… Rise up, gentle fair one For winter will pass The flowers will spring up And the soft, meadow grass As the spring comes alive And the grapevines will blossom Little doves, sing their song And the sun warms the skies Coo little, dove songs, Your voice will resound Winter shadows will flee away When the new morning dawns
______________________ Inspired by Sara's Contest: "Song Of Solomon"


Details | Verse |

Langue d'oc, a Micro-Paradelle

Your love song lapsed into ancient French that April day.
I only understood the words of spring and heartsore
lapsed. Only love and heartsore, I understood your ancient 
words of the spring-day song into that French April.

You fabricate my pauses into repetition, silence speaks
of ages strung to rhyme in love’s difficult service
you strung into pauses in service to ages. Fabricate of
love’s repetition, rhyme speaks my difficult silence.

We practice tedium of vows till language breaks apart.
As if art should aim at science, rigorous, quantitative,
rigorous language breaks tedium. Science vows a part of 
quantitative practice till we should aim “as if” at art.

Till we lapsed into language. As your ancient ages only
fabricate quantitative French strung to that difficult
practice, science speaks of tedium and understood rhyme. 

The spring in service of love’s rigorous vows. April 
pauses, heartsore. You and I, apart. If love should aim 
my words at day, repetition breaks into silence of song.


Details | Alliteration |

Spring's wisp

Softly,
Spring’s wisp
strolls tenderly

Sullen,
slowly moving,
singing songs of:

Spring’s bright,
Spring’s warmth…
Spring’s buds stringing along mine
sight 

Sadly,
Spring’s snow
Slowly prods
Spring’s wisp

Surreptitiously,  
Spring’s wisp aches for;
Spring’s strip


Details | Verse |

From The Frozen Silence



Cry to me oh frozen fortress your darkened days without appeal have found no end Oh cry my lonesome flower dove for memories held through fleeting wind I call on spring my warming bath of crystal dawn and colored strands Oh play my song in velvet hymn's goes Winters cry with joyous tears This frozen Winter no longer cries and sultry love within me lies _______________________ Contest


Details | Free verse |

Last Sonnet



Hither I stand, at crossroads,
And then I gaze, at the yonder end-
The vague horizon from where I began;
And all that I may ever deem
Is that- my days
Have been a waken dream.

Hither I stand, at the edge of my dream;
Then I wonder, at the depth of my trance-
An adventurous journey through the wondrous woods;
An idyllic stroll through the vicissitudinous meadow;
And from the final station as I depart,
All that I can ever say, is that
Perpetuation has been a rouge
Of fleeting phases of my life.


Suyash Saxena 
St. Stephen’s College.


Details | Haiku |

MUSIC - HAIKU

Play The Radio Get Up And Dance All Night Long Music Heals The Soul


Details | Free verse |

Sing Little Song Bird Sing

Once upon a time in a new day dawning In the crack of time between night and morning Something caught me from yarning It was sweet but felt like a warning That death is night to life of a new day born in This celebration of life beginning The song bird took up their instruments and started singing Awakening sleepers with a joyous springing Ending their short death with a new up bringing So sing little song bird Every morning as the sun comes anew Only recognized by the few Flapping her wings in the dew She’s that song bird Cracking the dawn, she’s heard What can she say? She’s just a bird Can’t speak but you know her word So sing little song bird sing With your melody bring The wind of nature in your wing In your serenade there’s our fling All I am saying Is sing little song bird sing


Details | Ballad |

I'LL BE THINKING OF THE WARMEST SUNSHINE

I recall the cool light of the shortest days,
and the darkness of the longest nights;
I shivered under a blanket and that made dreams freeze,
even snowflakes hid stars to block their fading gleams!
I'll be thinking of the warmest sunshine,
smelling flowers that are all mine!


March is warmer than February as days get longer;
I shouldn't wait any longer, but be that dancer:
leaping on scented meadows strewn with poppies, bluebells and daisies...
while my cheeks feel the warmth of the September sun mixing with breeze!
I'll be thinking of the warmest sunshine,
dreaming of sunrises to opine!


I will invite the blue jays, the mockingbirds and the lively butterflies
to watch me dance...where's that blonde-haired boy who plays the flute?
I like to feel those golden sun rays as I felt them in the prime of my happy youth,
and isn't spring the pure essence of happiness that glows on a serene face?
Ill be thinking of the warmest sunshine,
observing lilies that climb and entwine!
     



Details | Light Poetry |

Feather Beauty Bright

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


Details | Quintain (English) |

Our Song Unsung

"There is something coming over me"
Love in everything_its amazing
Must be spring has pronounced decree
Great romance aflame blazing 
All the birds, crickets in song praising
Memories surfing corners of my mind
The spring of my life when we were young
The young love that we have left behind
Young love amazing, all reason to wind flung
Oh! For that spring again, our song unsung

Contest: English Quintain A Spring Day
Sponsor: Francine Roberts
February 02, 2012


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