Spring Simile Poems

Poets without new rhymes
     are poets without a Muse;
poets whose lines don't flow
     are poets we cannot...

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A Tree is Like a Blank Book

A tree is like a blank book
that nature writes her seasons on 
In Winter black branches woebegone
With snow and...

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In my meadow the scent of spring ripples in air, 
I see the dance of patina on dainty petals of daisy, 
unfurling with the touch...

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I see a smile as a shooting star
That soars to the heights where the eagles are
Yet, a smile is like spring in its freshest hue
Or...

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Winter can be thought of a pause waiting for the breath of spring.

This pause is a chance for us to appreciate the little things in...

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Blue can be a pretty color light to dark it is up to you.
Loving my first Soup write, "Big Blue."
U must not sit around feeling...

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Comes spring abound-in'
With showy blossoms
Swinging to and fro
Waving in breezes
Like newborn puppies
Wagging happy tails

[I have no idea how to get a picture to accompany this...

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Mother Nature's magnificent, all know:
     when spring imbues new life, year after year,
rays of gold feed the land, and the plants...

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I long for your truant inspiration,
     O Muse, for I've felt your absence too long;
     empower me...

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I long for thy truant inspiration,
     O Muse! (I feel thine absence for too long.).
Restore to me the gift of creation
...

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Nature is growing all around you,
Just like the world, it never stops;
Enjoy the sun shining on the dew
Beautiful as the sunset over the treetops.
The air...

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As the quiet dew
wet blades of grass grew,
hungry rays of sunlight
slowly consumed 
the last morsels of darkness

Faint echoes of the symphony 
of frogs and crickets
waned...

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While lying in my bed, I leisurely listen
To the gentle rhythm of the rain on the roof.
As I notice raindrops on the windows glisten,
My eyelids...

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Like the dawning sun
Our liberty is coming soon
The light of the full moon
Reflecting the journey

In circadian rhythm
The seasons come and go
As the laws of nature
Give...

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what freaks of nature
	they may seem to be—
	tall trees—aerial 
	bark skeletons
	of well-seasoned wood...
	well-seasoned wood
	piercing the skies...
	casting weird shadows
	across the terrain—
	their statuesque stillness...a
	poised assurance of the...

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