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Spring Song Poems | Spring Poems About Song

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Details | Couplet | |

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


Details | Rhyme | |

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


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 | Rhyme | |

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?


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 | Haiku | |

MUSIC - HAIKU

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


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 | 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 | Free verse | |

Now I Am Free from My Step-parent

A life of beauty and happiness denied, of innocence 
smothered like a flame, I have always lived; but when 
I hear your lovely voice, my Lisa--

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 understanding I finally know in the rich 
harmonies of your voice, my Lisa--

which sets me free.

Before I could even hope to bloom like a sensual
flower caught breathless and naked in the first, rainy
sunbeams of spring a great evil--the threatening, 
inner hostility of a dark figure overflowing with 
bigotry--transformed me into a joyless 

waste of ashes.

From that terrible moment on I fought all the ugly
and horrible assaults as his unwilling possession, a
gladiator in the arena of his constant abuse and 
myriad threats, subject to his occasional hostile 
looks from 

across the dinner table.

But when I hear your voice and imagine its tender-
ness and compassion as an unearned gift meant for 
me despite him and my child-like self-loathing: 

I feel the love and self-worth denied me, taken from
me simply because it was too easy to not rape from 
a child whose only fault was that he was born 

defenseless and
white.

O Lisa! Because of the music of your lovely voice--
now I am free! Free from my years as a gladiator in 
the arena of his constant abuse and attacks; 

free to bloom like a sensual flower caught breathless
and naked in the first, rainy sunbeams 

of Spring again!


Details | Light Poetry | |

SPRING IN AIR, LOVE ONLINE

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.


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 | Rhyme | |

Whisper

Whisper.

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.


Details | Rhyme | |

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


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


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.


Details | I do not know? | |

ENTHUSIASTIC

Oh! pretty nature
This is eye-catcher
On the wet, wet grass
There were few dew drops
Shelly and I
Reeling, in pleasure
Selling, our leisure
Rolling, in great measure
This is big pleasure
O, I love this season
It's spring,
This is the reason...


Details | Lyric | |

Love untitled


she's gone 
Without a good bye 
and these tears I cry 
I don't know why 
Finding it hard 
to carry on 
I still don't know 
where we went wrong 
How can this be 
when you're everything 
my eyes still see 
'My Love' 
I thought I just heard her say 
Guess, I was remembering yesterday 
Yes, I was dreaming of better days 
Only God knows the rhyme and reason 
we were sown together 
for a season 
Winter Spring Summer Fall 
I'll always remember 
the one I love 
best of all 
'My Love' 
Kills me everyday 
hearing those words 
that I long to say 
I wonder if they're 
really being true 
Like I was when 
I said them to you 
Now I know what 
good bye can do 
Now I know I'll be 
missing you 
'My Love' 
I thought I just heard her say 
Sometimes we'll loose even if 
the choice is not ours to choose 
Only God knows the rhyme and reason 
we were sown together 
for a season 
Winter Spring Summer Fall 
I'll always remember 
the one I love 
best of all 
'My Love'


Details | Lyric | |

It's Pollen Time

It's Pollen Time
(to the tune of Cryin' Time)
By Franklin Price
4/9/2015

It's pollen time again you know I see it
From the morning time until I see the stars
It's pollen time again my nose can feel it
And I see the yellow on all of our cars

Well it's pollen time again the bees are buzzing
To take the nectar from the flowers in the bloom
Well it's pollen time again my eyes are tearing
I really need to find an air conditioned room

The humming birds are back from their migration
Looking for the feeders we have hung outside
Much too tired to search for nectar in the flowers
Drink sugar water 'til the feeder's have run dry

Pollen time you've got to know it soon will leave us
Summer heat and black mosquitoes come along
Humming Birds and pollen then will be all gone
Runny nose and prolonged sneezing won't belong


Details | Rhyme | |

The promise of Spring

Summer ended too soon
Autumn leaves falls under the moon
Snowflakes chills the winter air
As spring  flourishes with care

Raindrops will slowly pour and give the seeds
A new hope after the cold and lonely season
The sun will shine as if it has never been deprived
Of rising during the cold and lonely season

The bitterness of seeing the leaves
Cut-off from its mother branches
The sorrowful  sight of trees
Uprooted from Mother Earth

Even if the flowers are already withered
For now it’s leaves are sleeping
A new branch  will soon come out
And the tree will be soon alive again

Snow will soon vanish from your way
The leaves of hope won’t fall soon
Neither shall the trees be uprooted
That’s the promise of spring God will keep forever.



Details | Ballad | |

I TRUST, YOU'LL REMAIN FAITHFUL TO ME...

The warm spring rain is a steady downpour 
 on this foggy eight- wheeler
parked by a dark highway seen from nowhere, 
as I hold and softly caress
your glowing photograph in my hands;
this wish seems impossible,
and imagining you next to me...
brings me closer to reality!

I trust, you'll remain faithful to me...
and mark down another empty day,
making you restless and insecure;
all in all, I am the same man you adored!

My feet trudge into the deep sand...    
making me wish that there was more
to life than this useless sorrow;
I have loved you and been proud of it,
and I hope to make you the happiest...
when all this comes to an end! 

I trust, you'll remain faithful to me...
as I am faithful to you to this day;
to give up everything we gave and felt...
would be none other than foolishness!

The spring rain has stopped coming down,
a patch of blue is seen though the bright clouds;
at least, my hope isn't completly gone...
that's  a good sign for a guy who only wished once!


Details | Lyric | |

Spring Grace

A delightful description of spring spilling forth it's grace upon the earth, singing a colorful 
song of peace.



An open window of spring grace,
a beam of sunlight touches my face.
The morning dew evaporates in the wind,
spilling forth the scent of jasmine.

Sing with me a song of spring grace,
a spider's web woven like lace.
A sparrow perched upon my swing,
sing with me a song of spring.

A red fern growing wild in a meadow,
goldenrods beam a golden glow.
Crickets chirping at my feet,
Sing with me a song of spring.


Details | Free verse | |

Love's Song

As a cool breeze flowing on a warm spring day 
She sings Love’s Song to my soul
As a humming bird flutters about the spring blossoms
She enhances the grace of Love’s Song
She imitates the slow rising of the sun
By enlightening Love’s Song
Under the protection of the tree
She relaxes the tone of Love’s Song
While glancing at the sky’s pillows
She sweetly hums Love’s Song
As her arms enfold yours
She embraces you with Love’s Song
As you hear her whisper your name
She brings much justice to Love’s Song
As she whistles softly in your ear
She glorifies Love’s Song
As she smiles at you beautifully
She brightens Love’s Song
As the warm spring day transforms to a cool spring night
She sways to the melody of Love’s Song
As you glare at the starry skies
As if it were a lullaby, she sings Love’s Song
As you gently lay, alone under the stars
Her beauty reminds you of the melodic tune of Love’s Song
So as I long to win your heart, I look you in your eyes
And serenade you and your soul with Love’s Song


Details | Lyric | |

«May Has Passed By»

Why is Spring not with me?

Why is this green May without me?

I dreamed about them in the winter,

I waited for them with fidelity.

I  sobbed in the night

Under glances of January stars.

I dreamed and believed:

May and Spring will help me!

I dreamed and believed:

I shall arrive with them 

into joyful edge of the green grasses

and the sea of flowers.

Green May will sing songs for me,

and Spring will give me her secret words.

And I shall be happy.

And I will live further 

without sorrow and illnesses.    

But why have they both passed near,  

yet I have not learned from them?