Spring Poems | Examples of Spring Poetry

three blue eggs snug in a nest ~ spring at its best...

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Sweet snowdrop bells ring! The violets are coming Days are chanting spring. Crimson camelias call from dreams near the garden wall. Gold sun fields await rich tulips of tomorrow! Lily's never late. Then pansies' pink faces greet blue roses across the street. ...

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At Lough Allua, along the waterfront One observes a turning of the tide From river stones, which stay blunt Are nature’s creatures, who needn’t hide A little toad searches for anew Commencing a journey made by few Its passage, grows so weary Following the gravel track On its way to Ballingeary High ditches cloak edges of the roads Serving to both sides, a useful shield Tender...

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Spring is sprawling out there somewhere in a Bikini on a Beach drinking Beer toes in the sand glass in hand while snowflakes are falling and winter's still here then when good old sunny summer comes (and swallows do too) oh to go Barefoot in a Boat on the sea Barbecue in the garden play Ball in the park fun in the sun 'til evening twilight lowers the night a curtain...

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warm green days have come and candy striped rainbow skies buttercup surprise bee visits red rose near the house of gold treasure ~ sweet beyond measure purple lilies please through sparkling emerald days or orange dusk rays mornings minty fresh yield to sage evening at last ~ and mauve mist forecast...

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Last year the fields were dust and bone, The rivers whispered in dirt and stone. The sun stood high, a ruthless king A crown of fire, heat never-ending. It saw itself in glory and pride And looked at the Earth in arrogant snide “See me, how I’ve grown into a King, Without me you wouldn’t be anything” On the ground, far below The flowers...

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To drink you in like a spring of light, in the mystery of the night unfolding Into thousands of silver threads, woven by stars on the sky like a silk canvas. Your body, a cathedral of desires, beneath my trembling fingers, Is a map of constellations, where our dreams catch and unite. Your serene gaze, a crystal lake in...

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A frigid spell of arctic air adorns the tranquil western scene; a stunning glimpse of fall’s affair with spring’s vivacious flower queen. When autumn’s cooling wind combines with April's warming playful breeze, a whirling tempest paints designs on grounds of winter’s icy freeze. On sculptured hills of milky snows October's tepid finger strolls, and May's...

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Heartbreak is rising heat in spring. Summer welded my heart back together, Fall leaves reminded me that time has passed so effortlessly. You’re turning into a faded memory and just another lesson. My weight, smile, and spirit is back into place. Soon enough, love returns back to my mind and soul, but never in the form of you again. I...

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These are English translations of Issa haiku about the seasons: spring, summer, autumn, winter. Autumn wind ... She always wanted to pluck the reddest roses ?Kobayashi Issa translation by Michael R. Burch Issa wrote the haiku above after the death of his daughter Sato with the note: “Sato, girl, 35th day, at the grave.” In this world where I was born every...

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In spring we come out to see life, out from our long cold winter's nap. Bears are so loving not wildlife. Love can be grand. I am your big fun bear asap, you are my fury playful wife, I love to see you in gift-wrap. Tonight we need some fun nightlife, eating fish not from a flytrap, using my big claws not a knife, Love...

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with a touch of rain and sun the lawn has come to life spring has brought forth times of growth and times to mow a soft breeze whispers to me there are times to love and times to be alone there are times to love and times to be alone and every day I live and die but a lawn that is cared...

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the air is warming up the sun is getting hotter the grass and leaves shine a vivid green the animals come out, and the urge to make bigger scars on my body returns....

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The grass has grown, the garden’s bright— Nowruz has come, a feast of light. The demon’s tangled, winter hair has vanished, melted in the air. Yes, spring returns with scented breeze, no more the moan of bitter freeze. Joy has arrived at every door— love walks with us, alone no more. Saqi, pour wine and lift this day, chase all our noisy cares away. You,...

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Colors start to wake ...

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