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Flower Song

Oh, blossoms, waken! Here comes spring. Each flower, raise your pretty face. The sun and rain are here to bring you sustenance. Bring us your grace! Arise, dear Tulip, from your bed, and show to us your every hue - your purple, orange, pink and red. Come, Violet, and show your blue! Sweet Daffodil, come take your pose. Your sunny smile is needed here alongside precious fragrant Rose. White Lily, shine your Easter cheer! Now Kokopelli plays his tune. Arise, fair blooms; your time comes soon!l For the Flower Song Contest of Rick Parise

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2015

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A Song To Spring -Contest

     The joyous scent of living
          That leaps from life's perfume
     Spring murmurs its beginning
          From hope and dreams in bloom

     The choir of color sings of thee
          With hues in rich new verse
     As if this song was meant to be
          From rhymes all well rehearsed 

     As petals graced with morning dew
          Rise softly towards the sun
     So in Spring hope doth renew 
          Its perfect Love for life begun.

Copyright © Charlie Smith | Year Posted 2016

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Singing Blue Blazes

As the snowdrops nod happily when you kissed my soul warmly love
laughing in the cold spring air so stirringly beautiful flutters wings of a dove 
The daffodils yawn awakening to new life or so it seems 
sun beams smile inside a thousand songs sweetly my dream

Birds singing freely dawning tunes deep heartfelt desire  
you are amazing one faraway flame kissing beats on fire

Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2015

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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

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Spring Flower Song

Spring Flower Song Oh lovely Spring, at Winter’s end, you sing and dance Within our waiting hearts as we look forward to How nature’s Springtime’s palette will create romance With beauty of your sprouting flowers born anew. Sweet yellow Daffodil among the first, you bring That sunny glow of rebirth to our waiting eyes, Along with purple Iris, blue Scilla, you sing And join the gold Forsythia neath sun-filled skies. Pansy, Anemone and Crocus blossoms show The longed-for beauty of our Springtime’s renewed site, With varied pastel colors…and of course we know The fuzzy Pussy Willow’s catkins will delight. So very blessed we are with new life on our Earth, As budding Spring fulfills her promise of rebirth. © Sandra M. Haight 2015 All Rights Reserved ~4th Place~ Contest: Flower Song Sponsor: Rick Parise Judged: 03/28/2015 Iambic Hexameter

Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2015

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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"

Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2011

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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.

Copyright © Taylor Graham | Year Posted 2006

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Spring Has A Song To Sing

A melody to soothe
The aching heart...
There will be no more
Lonely days or nights of
From each you must depart

Open your eyes,
There is is so much to see.
Look as her buds awake,
Rising from their sleepy beds
To make you smile,
To lift your spirits,
In the beautiful gardens
She'll make.

Allow your ears to hear
Spring's new melody.
A melody of love, to pamper
All that see.
Listen, birds are beginning to sing,
Forsythia spread joyous wings
Dressed all in spring's sunshine
Yellow.  Rejoice!


Copyright © Cynthia Alvez | Year Posted 2012

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Spring's wisp

Spring’s wisp
strolls tenderly

slowly moving,
singing songs of:

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

Spring’s snow
Slowly prods
Spring’s wisp

Spring’s wisp aches for;
Spring’s strip

Copyright © James Peranteau | Year Posted 2013

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Goodbye, Winter

"Goodbye, Winter" is a children's song, sung to the tune of "Frere Jacques".

Goodbye, winter,
Goodbye, winter.
Hello, spring,
Hello, spring.
Tulips in my backyard,
Tulips in my backyard,
Are blossoming,
Are blossoming!

Bonus activity: Take children outside for recess on an early spring day and sing this 
song. Ask children how they know the seasons have changed and that spring has 
arrived. Is the air warmer? The grass greener? Are flowers blooming? Are butterflies 
flitting about?

Copyright © Cherie Durbin | Year Posted 2011

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Flower Song

Oh, where do tender flowers sing?
When do we hear flushed petals strum?
Soft on the breeze, blooms sweetly hum.
Their melodies begin in spring.

I walk through meadows delicate.
The flowers’ song a symphony;
no sound of death’s cacophony.  
In beauty, earth and sky beget.   

The season’s sounds, a pleasure heard,
each flight of buzzing bumble bee,
each butterfly fluttering free,
Spring’s lyrics sung without a word.

With every flower blooming wild,
lovers dance silently beguiled.

*For Rick's Flower Song Contest, 2/15/15
Form - enclosed rhyme, ending in a couplet

Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2015

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Song Of A New Season

Gazing out my window screen
I picture fields of gold.
Beholding sights so long unseen
and stories gone untold.
The wonders of Spring unfold.

Sunshine dripping from the sky
and falling on my shoulder.
Flowers giving another try
and squirrels growing bolder-
the earth's another year older.

Easter bonnets soon we'll wear
and dresses made of lace.
Ribbons and flowers in our hair
put smiles upon our face.
Of snow there's not a trace.

Sunshine fills the freshened air
while everyone's delighted.
Buds are blooming everywhere
and butterflies are sighted.
Winter's wrongs are righted!

for contest "Here Comes The Sun"
written Feb. 6th, 2014

Copyright © Deb Wilson | Year Posted 2014

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

Copyright © humble b | Year Posted 2012

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The song of spring

   Nature's song is best in spring
Beneath a Bradford pear
   Grass wears it's earliest green
So begins my love affair

   A gentle breeze caresses my skin
Honeysuckles delight my tongue
   Days inside are growing thin
Winter's last song was sung

   The clouds create paintings in the sky
As the sun plays peekaboo
   A ladybug tickles the top of my thigh
Unique flowers begin to accrue

   Wheat grass dances to the beat of the wind
Butterflies escape their cocoons
   Fresh spring water, warm enough to swim
These are my favorite tunes

Copyright © Anna Hopper | Year Posted 2015

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I'd gladly sing a song for Spring

I do not write in April, because that’s the month that comes before May.
I do not write in April, because then June would arrive in total disarray!

I do not write in April, now, although I have before this day.
I do not write in April, actually, although with words I’m known to play.

I do not write in April, when there’s ANZAC’s, Easter and Palm Sunday.
I do not write in April, and from that delicate decree I’ll not go astray.

I do not write in April, but exactly why, I can’t quite say.
I do not write in April, and it’s for the best, that here, I don’t betray.

I do not write in April, although I do read papers from my in-tray.
I do not write in April, so you won’t find any papers in my out-tray.
I do not write in April, when I’m outside whiling my time away.
I do not write in April, for that fills my insides with strange dismay!

I do not write in April, for I’ll not wear a wreath like a gloomy lay!
I do not write in April, but I’ll cheerfully whistle down your way.

I do not write in April come whatever, come what may.
I do not write in April. I do not write in April I say!

I do not write in April, but I’d gladly sing a song for Spring to stay.

Copyright © Michael Dom | Year Posted 2013

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A Song For Spring

With sounds of laughter in the breeze     
a year unfolds, each crease by crease
The trees remember every word   
that comes from winter's slumber, stirred    
The air has held a pregnant pause
while waiting for the sign of thaw
Alas! Today the change begins,
An overture within the wind,
ushered in by voices, small
of a redwing's flute, we might recall 

There is whimsy in the morning's song
that springs alive with joy and awe
The hills resound of symphonies
now sifted through each living thing
Each blade of grass, each velvet bloom
resumes a faith that all is well

Blue skis washed clean, with brilliancy
and sun arrives with birds on wing
At last earth wakes from hibernation
to glorify her re-creation

In her overture, announcing spring
earth blesses each and everything



Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2016

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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.

Copyright © Suyash Saxena | Year Posted 2013

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Song of Green Rebirth

Tiny crabapple feet ply the soft, fertile earth
new moment of soil floods his open, seeking face
each day the child learns a song of green rebirth.

He beckons to the willow; wonders at her girth
I carry him close--we grace willow with embrace
tiny crabapple feet ply the soft, fertile earth.

He speaks with the daffodil, sharing her mirth
and sighs, contented in his own cosmic place
each day the child learns a song of green rebirth.

I watch as he contemplates the wind chime's verse
while his fingers explore clover woven like lace;
tiny crabapple feet ply the soft, fertile earth.

Wholly in love with the world in which he's immersed,
drawing from each aspect of the wild rose's grace,
this way, the child learns a song of green rebirth.

To him, every moment so tastily diverse
and our garden, mystical as far reaches of space
tiny crabapple feet ply the soft, fertile earth--
each day the child learns a song of green rebirth.

Copyright © Jessamyn Duckwall | Year Posted 2015

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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!

Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2014

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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

Copyright © siza sibiya | Year Posted 2013

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''Now I Am Free''

A life of beauty and happiness denied, of innocence 
smothered like a flame--I have always lived; but when 
I am touched by your kindness, O Rosa,

Now I am free!

I was dead before I even entered into this world, a
place cruel and without feeling, cruel and without 
the love and compassion I finally know in the rich 
lovingkindnesses of your heart, O Rosa!

They set me free.

Before I could even hope to bloom like a young flower
hanging breathless and exposed in the first, rainy
sunbeams of life a great evil--the menacing hostility
of a dark, soulless figure spilling over with 
hatred--transformed me into a joyless 

waste of ashes.

From that terrible moment on I fought all the ugly and horrible assaults
as his unwilling property, a child-gladiator in the arenas
of his constant abuse and 

But when I know your forgiveness and now recognize your tender-
ness and compassion as unearned gifts meant for 

despite my childish self-loathing 
and my unworthiness

I feel the love and self-esteem denied me, taken from
me simply because it was too easy to rape from 
a child whose only fault was that he was born 

and defenseless.

O Rosa! Because you finally arrived in my life and rescued me--now I am free!
Free from my years as an abused prisoner in the arena of his constant
abuse and attacks,

able to bloom like a young flower hanging breathless
and exposed in the first, rainy sunbeams 

of life again!

Copyright © Ngoc Nguyen | Year Posted 2012

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SPRING IN AIR, LOVE ONLINE                                                          20/02/13

Nowadays , life is so unpalatable and stoic.
So unnecessarily busy and eventfully hectic.
Young folks thus gather in a shadowy discotheque, to kill,
The retreating winter shedding its last chill.
The chirps of the departing migratory,
With massacred green in a concrete urban factory,
Welcomes the spring breeze, and the cuckoo melody tune,
That too so rare,
For a short term vacation, in a vanity fair. 
Some emotional fools and roaming vagabond,
Can feel the spring air and reminiscences their  fond,
And cry for the past and the long lost love bonds.
Beside them no one dares to mingle,
Their soul with the colour of butterfly  twinkle.
No one cares to see the young green boughs,
Dancing in a frolic of crispy air that jingle.
All is there, in the air, except love my dear,
‘Cause love is now confined,
In another little world so secure.
Where there’s no hasty rushing,
No meaningless blushing,
No hassled waiting, no worrying restriction.
Love is just a ready-made parcel, 
At a press of a small button.
Love messages, e mails , tweets, face books ,web cyberspace and profile update,
Takes all the bothering responsibility, does all the necessary tete-a-tete.
No need for time taking arguments,
No need for extra commitments. 
Sometimes, meetings could be arranged, but
Oh! Never in public park or in a hopeless garden.
It could be in a shopping mall or a cool coffee  den.
The gorgeous and the grotty,
All gather at a V-day party.
Those who are privileged,
Share their love with diamonds and wine.
But for others, not a single grape,
Is sour in a vine.
Everything is taken for granted,
Just simple and fine.
‘Cause love can also be shared,
Simply free of cost on line.

Copyright © sangeeta saha | Year Posted 2013

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Spring Harmony

With every coming of spring, it is such a wonderful thing. I hear a chorus of bird song in the morning. Oh how sweet they sing! The rising sun is what I see. Our feathered friends are sounding off in harmony. They seem to be calling to me as they perch themselves up in each tree. inspired by another member's poem

Copyright © Robert Pettit | Year Posted 2014

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The Flower Song- Here Comes Spring

The flower is happy, the flower is healthy
it’s a period of balance to life and beauty
a pivot of equilibrium reached between cold and heat
a climatic character full of comfort and peace
resting from its extremes, refreshed by showers
life from withered to fresh, because spring is here.

Nature now puts on its default make up
with the launching of sprouting colourful petals
the human sight is painted so green,
fertility and nourishment having a re-awakening
the flower merrys through its colours
and greatly prides on its nectar
life is never dead only revolves in cycles
yet again, proven in this period of spring.

For the poetry contest "Spring"
sponsored by Catie Lindsey

Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2015

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When Darkness Hides the Spring

When I am dead who will read
these little songs I sing
when thick the mould presses down
and darkness hides the spring?

My soul so filled with longing,
finds too short life’s little day
to fulfill a lover’s hunger
for earth’s beauteous bouquet.

I think my voice will shout aloud
although they say I’m dead,
and my mute heart will sing until
the grasses tremble overhead.

7:00 PM EDT
July 20, 2014

Copyright © Faye Gibson | Year Posted 2014

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Spring Song

New birthed buds will yawn and stretch to 
Golden-threaded rays; 
Parrot tulips bloom in early spring;
Liquid colors flow like cascading silk, across my garden.

Paper whites smile and soak up Mother Earths’ milk;
All is beautiful in this lush garden canvas
Birds provide a mellow concerto and titter-sweet notes, 
dance on the scented air.

Cricket-chirp-symbols ring out with each stanza as,
Evening shadows flicker upon Gaia’s’ palette;
Crescendo on the dew-dusted air.

Here, among them all, I sit in contemplation.
I sense their elation;
Euphoria of spring-song consumes my spirit.

Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2014

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Spring Song - The Tree style

~Spring Song~ ( The Tree) Spring Is here One more time All hearts rejoice Flowers bloom come out Trees get new leaves renew Springs so very beautiful Butterflies dance birds fly soar sing S P R I N G IS HERE Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 copyright@2016
February.03.2016 ~Author's Notes: " The Tree" is a poetry style created by Dorian Petersen Potter, aka ladydp2000 on September.20.2009.

Copyright © Dorian Petersen Potter | Year Posted 2016

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Winter Has left, Spring Has arrived

Winter has left, spring has arrived;
day has the same duration of night,
this astronomical event is too unique:
earth orbiting sun is utterly mystique.
a change of season is announced;
swallows engage in acrobatic flight!

Winter was only a bale of unhappy memories, 
melting snow creates brooks that quickly flow;
look up, shrilling eagles and pretels fly so low...
how glad they are to return to their old nests!

Winter has left, spring has arrived; the lovebird's
happy song has been reawaken, and heard again
in the rustling trees and in the frantic, warm winds 
that scatter white clouds across the brilliant Heaven!

Spring has lovely sunsets, the ones that thrill the senses;   
sit down and contemplate them a while with true revere.
This vernal season has beauty and is a delight to the eyes;
watch the Equinox slowly illuminate the above Hemisphere! 

Written on 3/29/2016

Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2016

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Spring Song

~Spring Song~ (Triple Haiku) Beautiful flowers to the bright sunlight open up winters gone now Swans in the pond glide water shimmers in the sun flock of robins fly Roses give their perfume butterflies dance happily spring laughs with delight Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 copyright@2011

Copyright © Dorian Petersen Potter | Year Posted 2016

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Let us whisper you and I 
In a dark little corner and no candle light.

W'll wait until  dawn and watch the sunrise. 
Then catch a gentle breeze or watch a fading star.

We pick some flowers and catch a butterfly

We cross a small stream, sparkling water 
catches the corner of your eyes.

We make a sailing boat from paper then
write a little song.

Soon will be breakfast, then at dinner w'll say a prayer,
And at night time w'll light a fire, and then we retire.

Copyright © ali hammoud | Year Posted 2013