Age Spring Poems | Age Poems About Spring

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Details | ABC |

An Angel In Disguise

Water rushing through the brook
leaving drowned out laughter
and a blooming lilypad

A mother with a weary look
as she wades through, feet clad
It’s her children she’s looking after

Hair threatens to fall in her distant eyes
She remembers when she hadn’t worried
stealing kisses under barnyard roofs

She begins to chastise
“Children put on your boots”
She raised the voice, and they scurried

But inside she was grinning ear to ear
Thinking of sweet-smelling memories
and grass-stained linen

As her children crawled near
She said, “Now listen,
I must share some stories…”

Copyright © Mckenzie Boyer | Year Posted 2015

Details | Haiku |


Fast, colors whirl by
In the springtime of our years
Now seems like a dream

Copyright © Willow Lawrence | Year Posted 2014

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.

Copyright © Suyash Saxena | Year Posted 2013

Details | Light Poetry |

Promises of Spring

Pit pat pit pat
Zoom slosh and soggy felt

Runny nose, midday doze
Aching knees steaming tea
Crackling logs, evening fogs

All promises of Spring

Copyright © Douglas Dicketts | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme |

Spring Chicken

“You’re not a spring chicken,”
My husband blurts out.
The truth in that statement’s
Beyond any doubt.

My running around’s 
Surely taken its toll,
As Nature reminds me
I’m not in control.

For age has its limits
And mine’s reached a peak.
What I do in a day
Should spread over a week.

I try for it all
But my body’s refused.
As I conk on the couch,
There’s my husband – amused!

Copyright © ilene bauer | Year Posted 2015

Details | Prose Poetry |

Black Swan Love Song


There is an itching in my heart
I cannot scratch---
A raging rash ravaging through
The depth of my soul
A burning fire in my spirit
I cannot control
A teasing urging of mind 
Challenging the body to match;

As nature would have it
The winter of age has its season
That last for a while
Teaching the wisdom of her reason
Why spring comes with a smile:

 Bringing vigor to the tree,
 Moisture to the nest;
 With her eau de vie---
 Renewing old interest---

So when you hear the black swan singing
Its cooing song,
Know that love is about to run like a river
Meandering on;

Oh what a wonderful spring thing:
Arrows of silver for the golden quiver!

Copyright © millard lowe | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |


From rime comes revival;
The old is renewed.
A hint of revitalization;
Breathing fresh life
And casting a revitalized shadow.

Rooted redwoods edge the bud,
Preserving the potential of what will be.

Copyright © Ashley Lowe | Year Posted 2015

Details | Haiku |



Dew gathers on
leaves fresh and new
spring kiss me please

Copyright © Ijm seven | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |

Coming Clean

Sunshine bursts with lovely adjure 
All over the land of no snow, taboo
In all the land on sunshine days a blur
Closing doors life outdoors is the rule
Open minds open hearts fear away
All values clear on sunshine days everywhere
'Tis not a dream, competition slows, as snow goes
Steam rises from the land somewhere
The glare of sunshine glances off a window and rolls
Along the heart, into the aged, balancing on a beam
Belongs to each not someone else, races along a stream
The silver rills gleam upstream- sunshine coming clean

Copyright © Marian Baker | Year Posted 2014

Details | Haiku |

The hazy moon

The hazy moon (In moments of glory)

You took my hand walking in the darkness together, 
And I saw Your tears shone 
When the hazy moon appeared from the clouds

Short Version

The hazy moon
shines tears of
a strong man

There is a husband who always loves and supports his wife. He seems strong, but his wife sees his tears when the hazy moon appears among the clouds.

Copyright © Felicia Jarvis | Year Posted 2017

Details | Monoku |


Love remains an eternal spring regardless if in the winter of an aged body happens to reside!

(c) Demetrios Trifiatis
       21 August 2016

Copyright © Demetrios Trifiatis | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |

Song of Spring

Today I heard a robin sing
 heralding the coming spring
 A song of exultation to the sky
 an ode to earth's awakening

I saw a willow on the hill
 It's branches greening in the sun
 and all the earth seemed hushed & still
 sleeping streams began to run

I heard a softly rising breeze
 whispering through the grass
 singing through the still bare trees
 waiting winter's chill to pass

I saw the sun, so bright and warm
 warming the earth after the rain
 the buds and leaves, no frost to harm
 at least, at last, it's spring again.

Copyright © Mario Vitale | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |

Spring Flowers

Spring Flowers

A plush decorum of vibrant illuminated colors
 The leaves spurn through its plight
 Colored leafy flowers abound
 A loving tender touch...

 Nestled in the deep ambiance to flow
 Shadow boxes lifted off the ground
 hands, eyes & ears
 A clever host of a beautiful display to behold,

 Faces in the window with storms in the night...
 We have erected pyramids to help honor the dead
 Mark my word a willingness to explore so much more
 Shelter lies dormant onto its beckoning call

 Orange, green & blue
 We have bitten off far more then we could chew
 A solemn solace venture...
 The sound of nature's beckoning call

Copyright © Mario Vitale | Year Posted 2017