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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
                                  p
                                r
                               i
                              n
                            g





Copyright © Ernesto P. Santiago | Year Posted 2007

Details | Pantoum | |

Mileage on My Heart

The thought of seeing you again fills me with dread
I know the day will come; it’s inevitable
Mileage on my heart, feels like a worn out retread
Recycled emotions are undesirable

I know the day will come; it’s inevitable
My spirits sink at the mere mention of your name
Recycled emotions are undesirable
There was once a time your face set my heart aflame

My spirits sink at the mere mention of your name
What happened to those days? You were my special man
There was once a time your face set my heart aflame
This point we’ve reached was surely not in our game plan

What happened to those days? You were my special man
Our spring turned to winter faster than I could blink
This point we’ve reached was surely not in our game plan
Stop the world, let me off; I’m standing on the brink

Our spring turned to winter faster than I could blink
Mileage on my heart, feels like a worn out retread
Stop the world, let me off; I’m standing on the brink
The thought of seeing you again fills me with dread


By Carolyn Devonshire
For Paula Swanson’s “Pantoum” contest

Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2010

Details | Limerick | |

Gardening time, everybody

Now that spring has arrived on the scene
to get out in the garden I'm keen
can't let one more day pass
without cutting the grass
since the light through my window is green!

Copyright © Viv Wigley | Year Posted 2015

Details | Footle | |

April Fool

Commence
Pretence!

Copyright © Sharon Smith | Year Posted 2012

Details | Acrostic | |

SPRINGTIME



                                   "SPRINGTIME"


                  S~pring has sprung, so it is said by
                  P~utting cold Mr. Winter away to bed!
                  R~oses are starting to bloom everywhere,
                  I~nciting scents of Passion in the air!
                  N~ature's reborn, starting anew and
                  G~one are the wintry short days too!
                  T~his new season gives every chance by
                  I~gniting the fires for Summer romance!
                  M~any songs of love do I want to sing with
                  E~ach song singing of love to Spring!


                                WTA-IV  3/26/2016

Copyright © Walter T. Ashe | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme | |

The Blooms Pristine

In the spring, I'm a Daffodill
In many hues, dancing on the hill
Swaying with  the gentle breeze
In the spring I'm easy to please

In late spring, I'm pale pink rose 
Growing on the trellis, inviting bees toes
To touch on me, drink their fill of nectar
Sweet, in late spring I'm real neat

In early summer, I'm Buddleia
When Butterflies come, Cassiopeiae
Is so jealous of the attention
As they touch and tickle my extensions

Later on I become Great Yellow Gentian
At this time I'm in another dimension
Waiting the time in the fall when I've lived all
Then I become the great Sunflower in the fall

When winter arrives, I'm  barely now alive
This is when Camellia makes her debut
She is really now more alive leaves glisten
They've a glossy waxy shin and the blooms pristine

(In response to Andrea's Blog.)

Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2010

Details | Rhyme | |

SPRING

The days are warming, the wheat is growing, Cold winds soon away from us flowing. The buds are popping all over the trees, and soon I'm sure will come the bees. This is my favorite time of year, for springs warm days are very near. It's still a little early I know it's true, But this feeling's so very much like the flu. I am longing to dig and plant the ground, But wait I will, until spring comes round! For many times this fever I've faced and to the garden shops I race... Happily planting and feeling so good, With the next week in snow I stood. Lessons sometimes are hard to learn, I think this time I'll wait my turn. Its beautiful flowers that I want to see, So hurry up Spring for I have SEEDS!

Copyright © Linda Etling | Year Posted 2009

Details | I do not know? | |

Spring Summer And Fall

From bright colors even the brightest blond turns grey.
Grown men now stand.
Were once young children did play.

 The once new cover.
Is now tattered and torn.
time has all but erased the oaths  once proud men had sworn.

The field now overgrown  still haunts memories of the blue and grey.
Old worn headstones markers of were they'll forever lay.
No bell to ring no voice shall call.
The ghosts of the past erased by spring summer and fall.

The old porch stands hidden by a overgrowth of vines.
Now blank are the boards that once were painted signs.
The blood followed swiftly from the wound of the past.
To forge a path to a time that could never last.

Gone is the tree that once stood so very tall.
Forgotten by time 
So is the legend of spring summer and fall.

Copyright © John Patrick Robbins AKA Gonzo | Year Posted 2009

Details | I do not know? | |

Healing Season

Autumn came this summer
on a cool winter's day
Then spring walked in behind her
Then spring soon danced away:
 
A flower grew beside her
from a freshly fallen pile of snow
And the petals fall onto the ground
shortly after the winds blows:
 
As quickly as the seasons change
so the same, time does pass
and the memory of frozen ground
is soon your bed of grass:
 
The time which a flower bares it's bloom
or clouds share their summer rain
Quickly passes with the shifting winds
As it guides away your pain:
 
My lover spoke just as a friend
As a stranger, then took my hand
As one beginning drew to another end
the setting sun made me understand:
 
The Earth is not that far around
The sun rises in the day
And as quickly as the lightning strikes
The storm can roll away.

Copyright © Jasmin Shear | Year Posted 2005

Details | Free verse | |

The seasons of us

when winter comes and skeletons of trees

stand starkly upon the snow

i will think of you

and your head on my lap before the fireplace

skating on the gaunt, deep pond 

where we made love on brighter days

hot chocolate and fired brandies

and standing at windows while flurries fell

 

when it is spring again and trees bear promises

as islands of snow die slowly in their shadows

i will think of you

when all was alive again and you believed in us

within the world of nest-making and streams going home

making bouquets of foothill flowers

constantly profaning the word “forever”

and imagining that winter was forever gone

 

when summer is upon me with sweltering wrath

i will come to the forest where we walked and

i will think of you

where we were prone beneath the well dressed limbs

in a canopy above us, fitted into one another like lovers

by the quarry lake where you were covered in beads of water

and the sun loved you and glistened upon your body

where i looked at you as one would view sunsets or miracles

 

autumn will come with all its dark omens and i will walk 

upon the crisp leaves made spectacular by death

and i will think of you

where the earth wore its gaudy colors while ours had faded

into the murky hues of uneasiness and fear

and soon the trees will awaken alone and naked to the world

and i will understand their plight in a box called home

where once laughter lived and life was wonderful

 

there was a time before seasons and sentiment

when small, gentle hands covered my eyes with giggles

and you gasped, “oh, i’m sorry!  i thought you were someone else!”

i smiled then and replied, “i am.”

it was the spring of us that led into the caldron of summer passion

before time and treasons took their toll

before reality and reason tore the glitter from our eyes

and our autumn came that condemned us to our winter 

Copyright © DAVID ELLSWORTH | Year Posted 2012

Details | Free verse | |

Yet Another Spring

White and red and pink
oleanders bloom--
they are blown in wind,
littering grass and
drying on the bricks
of my front patio.
Orchid trees are flowering,
and royal poncianas.
Surprising jacarandas stun;
orange blossoms, honeysuckle, 
jasmine, and acacia assail the senses,
while I, alive, enjoy
yet another
Spring!

Copyright © Leo Larry Amadore | Year Posted 2012

Details | Cinquain | |

Spring Time

Springtime Magnolias blooms Tiny pears grow 'pon tree Blueberries ripen on the bush Taste treat

Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2013

Details | Limerick | |

Spring Limerick Time

The Roses are Red The Violets are Blue The sunshine has got in me And the Devil has, too. The Sunshine’s hit Dragon Oh what will we do? He poo’d on my Roses Oh I know what I’ll Do! So I Gave him a bath Most wonderous thing! He’ll be stuck in the tub… Come Hell or next Spring! I know, I know But The Devil won’t let go! So I’ll Run to McDonald’s For them lucky guys These to bestow! There once was a guy named Elliot Who’s funny bone hasn’t broken yet-iot But never fear… Grandpa Troll is here Laughing and rolling on the floor like an id-iot I know… I know… Don’t cry… at it! Dragon’s the one who wrote-iot Hey Dragon… I was THE ONE who started writing it… I say! Well Yes… it WAS funnier that way Well, OK! YOU WIN… I said with a grin… Your such a silly Dragon-iot… I said with shagrin Think he’ll get that one… in the end? Well, Maybe just incase, I’d better start running… I say My friends… won’t tell Dragon so it’ll be OK Well…Maybe?… Naw… No Way! And No…Dragon! I Did NOT get Carried AWAY! Naw… No Way!

Copyright © Carol Eastman | Year Posted 2015

Details | Verse | |

Wildflowers

Standing out in a field alone, a little white flower named Daisy longed for someone to share her world.
One day a blue flower named Bachelor Button entered her world they became friends.
 She knew by his name that he was not the propagating kind, but that didn’t stop their relationship she called him BB short for best bud.
The seasons of Spring & Summer they enjoyed the sun, laughed in the rain and held on fast in the Fall.
Winter came it was long and hard they were both covered in a blanket of snow, not knowing whether they would ever see each other again or even survive .The snow fell     then came the ice, this went on for months.

The Sun shone brightly the first day of spring. A few days later warmth of the sun melted the snow, Daisy popped up .
 I’ve been waiting days for you to come out, said BB, they both chanted hooray!
The snow was completely gone in a few days, the birds started building their nests , bugs were crawling around ,butterflies began to visit the two flowers. I wish there were more of us Daisy said, to BB.

They laughed as the sun and wind blew through their leaves.  Then it started the sun and rain took turns until one morning the air & field was filled with the smell of flowers.
 
Daisy and BB looked at each other and asked what kind of flowers are these ? they’re not white like daisies they’re not blue like bachelor buttons. They did not know the birds and bugs carried the seeds from the two of them and the caterpillars buried them under the soil.
The seeds from the new flowers were then carried by the winds many miles away, they landed in fertilized gardens and flourished, although they faced danger everyday. 
as they were called WEEDS ..
 The Gardener pulls weeds out of the garden so they don’t choke the flowers, which cost a lot of money and require lots of maintenance.

However there was a Gardener who saw her friends spending hours weeding their garden , that they didn’t have enough time to admire and enjoy the labors of their love
So she set out to give a home to all the weeds ,she provided a place where they could fit in and multiply, they required no maintenance, rain provides their water .

The best part of all is their beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
 Ask my granddaughter-- What are those flowers in the garden ?
  She will answer "WILDFLOWERS " their parents were Daisy and BB

Copyright © kj force | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme | |

SIGNS OF SPRING




SIGNS OF SPRING


The lawn is riddled with robins
A bevy of bluebirds too
Finches on the finch socks
And sparrows, more than a few

Three pairs of cardinals feeding
I count a dozen doves
A sextet of crows all cawing
Chickadees circling above

Buttercups blooming in profusion
Along the roadside, beautifully arrayed
In my lawn I see the furrows
The digging moles have made

There's a pretty bluebird couple
Building a nest in the bluebird box
And the flash I saw in the bushes
Was two kits and a mother fox

Yes, wherever I look it's Spring time
My favorite time of the year
Trees are blooming in all colors
I'm glad Spring time is here


	Curtis Moorman
	10 March 2013 


Copyright © Curtis Moorman | Year Posted 2013

Details | Lyric | |

Ramen Noodles

:) now this is what Im talking bout .... nothin iz 2 uncommon when all you got 2 eat iz Ramen 
noodles 4 all y'all poodles
 seahorse sonar struggle with senses 
far beyond the realm 
of more than just whats common coinsidences
 crusade 2 overwhelm 
overcomin the fear2 pursuade
 Dominate prominiscent pre made 
cascade undelayed
 Just played it safe 4rum ur Fake-Aid 
you D grade 
ain't tasty Kool-aid 
sweet sugar serenade
 Your gunna need more than just a band-aid 
to fix whats tha matter with brain sprayed splatter
 Greater than or equal to straight trade
 Not wanting to leave wish I culd have stayed
 Don't we all....
 facade to fall..
 winter spring shoreline stahl 
nothin iz 2 uncommon 
when all you got 2 eat iz Ramen 
noodles 4 all y'all poodles
 seahorse sonar struggle with senses 
far beyond the realm 
of more than just whats common coinsidences 
crusade 2 overwhelm 
overcomin the fear2 pursuade..
 Dominate prominscent cascade undelayed
 Just played it safe frum your Fake-aid take to fade
 Greater than or equal to straight trade
 Gotta get paid 

         Warmth blanketing the bitter cold 
cUm•BU•lOnImBUs clouds 
forecast percipatation pretold
 Warning massive ThunderStorm for the following Counties prepare to unfold 
Dis pissed off cloud is about to take off a load 
head off road 
And all you'll hear is rain falling in ode
 Kroak of a toad
 strikeof lighting bright N bold 
then counting the miles in mississippis gold 
till thunder explode
 Under protection of this roof 
behind these shudders
 Stricken sight candle lit light 
rain drainsN2all gutters
 Impaled beneath the moons clutters of the night

 :) now this is what Im talking bout ......
    nothin iz 2 uncommon
 when all you got 2 eat iz Ramen 
noodles 4 all y'all poodles
 seahorse sonar struggle with senses 
far beyond the realm 
of more than just whats common coinsidences
 crusade 2 overwhelm 
overcomin the fear2 pursuade.....
 ruby emerald sapphire diamond jade 
none of which fade
 Frum your fake aid 
fake lime to make lemonade
 Over time meat marinade
 For a stroll in the park serenade 
don't wanna leave wish I culd of stayed
 
Sonic is constantly tailed by a flying fox 
Speedyblue Hedgehog
 with a sack of magicalblue rox 
lookin to take down dat evil Dr Robotnox
 Impressing Goldie-locks 
Millionmile per hour hydraulics 
Off to replace the aftermath shocks
 Magneticly control the hands on all clocks
 To turn twist and rewind back waisted time
 Carry out foward to take what iz mine
 Insanity is 2 insane as Criminal is 2 crime
 Witherin to the weather then wetter 
is 2 whether 5150 if not 4 the better
 It is 4 the cheddar 

:) now this is what Im talking bout ....
 nothin iz 2 uncommon 
when all you got 2 eat iz Ramen 
noodles 4 all y'all poodles
 seahorse sonar struggle with senses
 far beyond the realm 
of more than just whats common coinsidences
 crusade 2 overwhelm 
overcomin the fear2 pursuade
 Dominate prominiscent pre made 
cascade undelayed
 Just played it safe 4rum ur Fake-Aid 
you D grade 
ain't tasty Kool-aid 
sweet sugar serenade
 Your gunna need more than just a band-aid 
to fix whats tha matter with brain sprayed splatter
 Greater than or equal to straight trade
 Not wanting to leave wish I culd have stayed
 Don't we all....
 facade to fall..
 winter spring shoreline stahl 
nothin iz 2 uncommon
 when all you got 2 eat iz Ramen
 noodles 4 all y'all poodles
 seahorse sonar struggle with senses
 far beyond the realm 
of more than just whats common coinsidences
 crusade 2 overwhelm 
overcomin the fear2 pursuade..
 Dominate prominscent cascade undelayed
 Just played it safe frum your
 Fake-aid take to fade
 Greater than or equal to straight trade
 Gotta get paid 

:) now this is what Im talking bout ......
    nothin iz 2 uncommon 
when all you got 2 eat iz Ramen
 noodles 4 all y'all poodles
 seahorse sonar struggle with senses
 far beyond the realm 
of more than just whats common coinsidences
 crusade 2 overwhelm 
overcomin the fear2 pursuade.....
 ruby emerald sapphire diamond jade 
none of which fade
 Frum your fake aid fake lime to make lemonade
 Over time meat marinade
 For a stroll in the park serenade 
don't wanna leave wish I culd of stayed
 
:) now this is what Im talking bout ....
 nothin iz 2 uncommon 
when all you got 2 eat iz Ramen
 noodles 4 all y'all poodles

Copyright © Beverly Pippin | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse | |

Twilight

Like a blanket spring has arrived , cozy and warm , with the suns first rays
Fresh in the knowing of twilights dying day, 
Couples stroll easily along the narrow deserted streets 
In the cool evenings of soft clear air ,they often meet
 Nodding and saying hello, living the small town fare 
Chirping back and forth, birds echo loudly through the soft spring air 
The last activity of their busy day and off they go to their sleepy lair 
Watching the crystal sunsets , the fair skies with its quick fade into orange and red 
 between light and dark kids make their appearance to  play in the street ,
 in the yard or behind the bushes postponing time for bed 
Their games of excitement and stealth ,like tag or hide and go seek
Their shouts and laughter heard once again in the warm air and fading lights

Twilight beckons in the soft spring air as it softens day into night 
That magical  moment that is so rare
 The end of the day, beginning  that certain  time 
 When harsh reality softens to misty light 
As day draws imperceptibly into night 
 Marked by quiet moments when peace and contentment feels right 

Copyright © jim joyce | Year Posted 2012

Details | Rhyme | |

Saving Daylight

I guess it is almost that time of year
When we head to our clocks and move the gear.

In the spring it is forward we will hear
And I will lose an hour of sleep I fear.

In the fall it's set them back an hour 
To give us more sun to devour.

They call this Daylight Savings Time
Yet do we ever really save a dime?

Better use of daylight they say
Yet at the office till dark I stay.

Saving daylight for some it may be
Saving daylight for me I don’t see.

Copyright © Janet Eaton | Year Posted 2015

Details | Sonnet | |

A Time and Place

Late November, and spring rain falls the glen,
  dry nor-westers shed pine needle and cone;
and landed is the cock pheasant and hen
  who outside my window have always flown. 
I hear "koork kok" the vernal air rending
  yet my ring-necked friend, my avian muse,
know not partitions or fence lines ending -
  only green acre fields and dappled hues.
And still I look for wood pigeons calling
  that out of nowhere fall a cotton sky;
in my melancholy I am stalling
  for a time and place that has passed me by!
Sold, are these hills of wild and wondrous sounds
where wild game and fowl echo its far bounds.




                   November 1994

Copyright © Keith Trestrail | Year Posted 2014

Details | Prose Poetry | |

Ghosts of South Dakota part 1

   	The location of the Spring Creek School was on a flat, nestled 
between the cliff on the north and the Little White River on the south.  The river 
flowed in from the northwest, circled to the south of the school about a quarter 
mile and wended it's way east departing to the northeast.  Though I never saw it 
in my day I imagine this was once a flood plain.  Yes, at one time this could 
easily have been the scene of flash floods.  The waters tumbling and sloshing 
their way across this insignificant piece of ground in a hurry to reach the exit.  
Time had slowed the waters and erosion had taken it's tole, leaving the west and 
south in twenty to thirty foot sharp sandy cliffs.  The ground sloped to the east 
leaving a two foot drop off.  A sandy graded road approached the large heavy duty 
bridge, crossed and continued on as a trail road.
	It's summer and the Little White River gently rolls from bend to bend.  
We are running back and forth across the bridge stopping now and then to lean 
over the rail and watch the Indian children splashing in the only deep spot.  It was 
first comers got the choice spot.  Big deal! Chest deep to a ten year old.
           We run off the bridge south.  The graded road crosses a big culvert 
allowing a small spring access to the river where it fans out at the point of entry.  
We run through the crystal liquid turning it into chocolate and leaving dents in the 
once smooth sand.  This is a child's paradise.  Sand so pure, soft and powdery 
warmed by the sun.  The deeper we dig the cooler the sand becomes as it is 
joined by the moisture below.
	Our mothers put limits on our water sports.  First: we had to wait an 
hour after the meal to get in the water.  Second: polio was a concern in our day 
and we didn't get to play as often as we thought we should.  Third: we were not 
allowed to swim unless our mothers were with us.  With the gardening, house 
keeping and canning, we were lucky if we got to swim two or three times a week.  
I guess that is why we spent most of our time on horseback.
	On the ridge north of the school stood a lookout tower.  In the long 
evenings we would be found always outside, either sitting on the steps, running 
up and down the fire escapes or in the front yard.  This was the only real green 
grass in the area.  It was fenced to keep cattle or horses from trampling it into the 
mirrored image of its surroundings.  This enclosure measured fifty by a hundred 
feet and was kept watered.  A large tree provided the only shade

Copyright © Marycile Beer | Year Posted 2007

Details | Rondeau | |

As I Wrote This

As I wrote this, upon my bed,
fumbling with words yet to be said,
I felt the chill of a spring day
next to glass painted winter gray,
and marveled how the seasons wed.

In galoshes, shiny and red,
kids splashed in puddles as they fled
from their front doors, to laugh and play,
as I wrote this...

I grew old never having bled.
Never left my butter and bread.
Observed the world from where I lay.
Life happened while I was away,
leaving my thoughts and weaving thread,
as I wrote this...

Copyright © Timothy Hicks | Year Posted 2013

Details | Limerick | |

Spring Time

The sun came to see us today
Does that mean spring is on it’s way
Flowers Blooming
And trees budding
Do we think it is here to stay?

Contest: Spring Forward
Debbie Guzzi

Copyright © Janet Eaton | Year Posted 2015

Details | I do not know? | |

Spring time madness

                                              Spring time dew
                                              sunshining  hues 
                                          Oasis of lavender scent
                                             From fools in April 
                                                        Till   
                                               June brides floral
                                                     Swoon

Copyright © Tonytocaa Camacho | Year Posted 2015

Details | Haiku | |

spring garden


spring garden
butterflies play
with the blooms

Copyright © Ernesto P. Santiago | Year Posted 2008

Details | Sonnet | |

Rose for all Seasons

Spring

As He looked down from the heavens above,
He created spring and prepared the earth.
He decided Eden needed more love
and made this the season for a new birth.

A perfect garden but man was alone.
One night He caused man to dream in his sleep
and opened his breast removing a bone.
A flower was planted for man to keep.

I am that mate, I’m man's flowering rose.
I was planted in spring in hallowed ground. 
Created in beauty the gardener knows,
the flower of man, to him I am bound.

No longer will man be alone to toil.
Planted in spring in God’s loving soil.


Summer

Now is the season I have come to bloom.
Thriving in summer, the gardener’s plan.
Born as a flower within the earth’s womb.
A beautiful rose created for man.

His gift of a flower since time began.
Companion for life, a loving soul mate.
Blossoming strength in the summertime span.
Flowering beauty at the garden gate.

I am that rose, such a wonderful fate.
Strength in beauty, I’m the gardener’s rose.
Created for man so we can relate.
I stand behind him where the garden grows.

Grace in beauty and feminine power.
Standing with him, I’m the summer flower.


Fall

Fall is the season of power and might.
A soul mate I was created to be
and placed in the garden at God’s decree.
Behind my man in the gardener’s sight,
a feminine rose is the male delight.
As I stand next to him, for all to see,
my mystical power that set him free
and the gardener smiled for it was right.

Fall is the season I start to relax,
the breeze is provoking my rest and sleep.
It is the season, our work is now done.
Together all year we learned all the facts
and memories that we, forever keep.
For we have been blessed together as one.


Winter

Winter lends a blanket of snow
here in the place where gardens grow.
Blossomed all year beautifully dressed.
Winter has come, it’s time to rest.

The gardener knows the reason,
my beauty doubles next season.
I gave him strength, held to my breast.
Winter has come, it’s time to rest.

My man smiles because of the rose.
A winter sleep is just repose.
A rose for a man, passed the test.
Winter has come, it’s time to rest.

Winter lends a blanket of snow.
Winter has come, it’s time to rest.



Author Notes:

Spring:  Shakespearian sonnet
Summer: Spenserian sonnet
Fall: Petrarchan sonnet
Winter: Kyrielle sonnet


Copyright © Amera Andersen | Year Posted 2007

Details | Villanelle | |

Waiting for Spring

Springtime lies hidden beneath frosted fern
It's resting under the clear star lit sky
Forever waiting until you return

As dawn hints red I can see with concern
Clouds gather on the Horizon, snow's nigh
Springtime lies hidden beneath frosted fern

The morning sun peeps through, but fails to burn
Thin mist  from fields, so it's left just to lie
Forever waiting until you return

So patiently wait for seasons to turn
The sun's past its zenith, how time doth fly
Springtime lies hidden beneath frosted fern

The young skylark waits for winters adjourn
To pass the time he  sings joy  from up high
Forever waiting until you return

Day's end is here but it's hard to discern
If the ice has melted much, but we try
Springtime lies hidden beneath frosted fern
Forever waiting until you return



Copyright © Nick Bagnall | Year Posted 2012

Details | Rhyme | |

Spring Time

The temperatures are falling
The snow is stacked high
When can it be spring
Can't the cold just pass on bye

Copyright © Adam Giammarusti | Year Posted 2014

Details | Sapphic stanza | |

Spring time

Winter's time is over which ushers spring in,
Slowly young plants sprout from the soil on brightday ,
Migrate birds hover still and fish on seashores,
Camping will come soon.

Copyright © olusegun Arowolo | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse | |

Soy Sauce Spills

Soy sauce drains 
Into the white, clustered rice
Stepped on…
spills . . . 
Soy sauce taints
The whiteness of the grain
 It slips out of my hands
No use...no point in crying out in rage
Though I was starving, 
I'll just eat another thing and start on a new page

I'm hungry like a swine
I wish I can earn back my snack!
I'm as angry as a bull
I'm about ready to attack! Attack!
Soy sauce packages
Fall unto the dirty school ground
Stepped on
By bratty, conceited teens
They really need to eat their greens
Instead of junkfood and pizza
They should drink some water
Instead of drinking sugary drinks or
 Sucking on popsicles obnoxiously
Why did the soy sauce spill? Seriously....

Copyright © J. W. Earnings | Year Posted 2013

Details | Narrative | |

Spring Heeled Jack A True Story

Walking along from the public house late that night 
My lantern giving just a little light
My thoughts as I walked, was I very late?
The time unimportant the year eighteen thirty-eight.

A scream I heard, from a far off distance.
Commotion coming my way, do I make a stance?
A lone figure running towards me, I stop dead in my tracks.
Do I move aside or run away, or even turn right back.

My lamp is only a candle; its light is very dim.
I see a tall figure with glowing red eyes; he is tall and very thin.
With a hooked nose and ears, those look as if they are pointed
He bounds past in the lamp light, with a hood and cloak appointed.

I know not what it is, but to me it looks very evil.
Wrapped in cloak with hideous looks, I am sure it is the devil.
The mob that is chasing it, finds me standing in their way
With cudgels and with pitchforks, but they let me have my say.

Satisfied it was not me, the chase begins once again.
I join the mob in the chase; my heart begins to feels the strain.
We chase the devil along a dark narrow path hoping it makes a gaff
We catch up and corner him, he gives a demonic laugh.

The devil turns to the mob; he’s trapped by a fifteen foot hedge.
His laugh rings out his claws are drawn, silver talons, light glistening on the edge.
One of the mob shoots at him, but the devil opens his mouth wide.
Blue flames and fire shoot from it, blinding the shooter, who steps aside.

The devil leaps the hedge with a great agility
I am aghast with fear and shock, a demonic laugh reaches me.
We stand not knowing what it was, will it be coming back?
A voice from the mob, whispers you know what…
                                                    That was spring heeled Jack


Spring Heeled Jack was seen during the time of Jack the Ripper in the streets of London in 1838.

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