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Details | Sonnet |

STUNNING SPRING

Trees wear a gown of bright emerald green Where birds are nesting in branches up high Parents shield fledglings so they can’t be seen Until they can spread their new wings and fly Daffodils dance in the warm zephyr breeze Bees buzz seeking out these pretty flowers Yellow pollen doesn't make the bees sneeze! They will pollinate blooms for many hours Young lambs gamboling around in the fields Birds fly high in the sky of azure blue I love the spring season where nature yields Our earth’s a stunning place for me and you Spring brings rejuvenation to our land The vibrant countryside looks very grand 14 lines 10 syllables per line Checked with how many syllables N B How many syllables shows 'doesn't' as 1 syllable. the soup counter shows it as 2... so I have changed it to 'does not' but will amend it after the contest. 08~19~16

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2016



Details | Light Poetry |

Little Miss Spring

They say it's a time to slip in the mud, and begin anew.
Kick off the dust of yester ...
      and put on the dress of Yes Sir! and Thank You Ma'am
She sure is a joy      This baby little season
And like moths to a flame we praise her name

(we don't need a reason)

And who can blame the helpless admirers
trigger happy on their Kodaks
drunk with Marigold Merriment.

No matter your profession, everyone's a poet,
when spring comes along, like a child, showing off her dandelion face,
believing in her curious way that death has been conquered.

But reality comes in firehouse red,
with silver sickle blades that say, No can do, Little Miss Spring,
not every bird, on every branch, has a song to sing.
The fact of the matter is ... you're just another three months
(Winter? Autumn? They're simply taking an overdue lunch,
but they'll be back with the same fire      The same ice)
Hate to break it to you, Sweetie, but not everything nice
is destined to remain (it's a cyclical thing ... you understand)

You can bet your slender green stem
even Little Miss Spritely has her down days,
but like teenage hysteria     it's just a phase

(we can just pretend those zits are poppies
they smell fragrant enough)

And yes of course      It's a time of LOVE!
Young and Fresh --- Tongue and Flesh
like good ole Elmer Fudd would say

(bweeding like wabbits)

Oh Little Miss Spring, surely you can't have everything!
Green grass and blue sky --- it's halfway sickening
the way you steal the show with your sunny splendor.
And Poor Old December ... you left him in the cold,
bragging up your warmth and innocent demeanor

(I saw what you did to the snow)

It can all be forgiven though      Truly it can!
I know it might feel like I'm freezing you out

            (but all the cool months are doing it)

... 'tis no excuse      you saw through my ruse
I'm just killing time before the Melancholy Mob
comes back into town.
Remember how they used to hang around Stick in the Mud Lane
poking holes into your joy?

(they annoyed me too)

And what became of the pessimists, the argument-ists,
the I-don't-believe-in-all-this kinda crowd?
Are they all hibernating somewhere like Mother Grizzly?

(If you ask me they can take all advice from this soda pop
fade and fizzly)



Written March 15th, 2016
For the Spring Contest Hosted by Catie Lindsey

Poem of the Day: March 18th, 2016

Placed 8th

Copyright © Timothy Hicks | Year Posted 2016

Details | Verse |

The Butterflies Dance - Whitney

 
~The Butterflies Dance~ (A Double Whitney) The sun is so warm and nice there is cheer everywhere cause spring has sprung one more time and winter so cold is now gone. The robins have returned and the hibiscus and the roses bloom again to my delight Now I see butterflies dance. Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 copyright@2012 January.27.2015

Copyright © Dorian Petersen Potter | Year Posted 2015

Details | Iambic Pentameter |

LILACS' IMMORTAL BEAUTY



 Somehow   I always know when Spring will come 
By the fragrance of lilacs in the sun ;
Their trembling buds awake beside my gate 
And  bear sweet of  blossoms, yet I must wait 
Until the daylight comes around to warm 
Each perfumed spray. Not one frostbite must harm 
These eternal flora     of bridal white 
And rosy pink immortal in  delight 

The diamond leaves  are unfurling now 
To  hang delicately  on April's bough 
Weighed down by all charming, starry flowers 
And pearly mist that glides on wind's showers 
Till choirs of red  jays, robins start to sing 
One lustrous melody to worship Spring 
A view of  forever    I'll also see 
This holy radiance  spring's lilac tree .



3/2/2017
Form-I  (Immortal Theme)
Contest of Broken Wing

Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2017

Details | Sapphic stanza |

A Spring Miracle

April's mist has filtered the early sunrise, Meadows spread their blankets of colored rainbows Newborn lambs have nestled in clover cradles, christened by dewdrops
___________________ By Carrie 3/17/15 For Craig's Contest: Sapphic Stanza Number Three

Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2015

Details | Haiku |

SNOWDROPS HAIKU

sun shines through the clouds peeping through the thawing soil one single snowdrop Contest judged on 13th May - received N/A Submitted to second chance 2 sponsored by Eve Roper Traditional haiku 5/7/5 28th April 2016

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2016

Details | Haiku |

SPRING HAIKU

forest newly dressed wearing her emerald gown she dreams of summer Submitted to Any poem written in April Contest sponsored by Laura Loo 10th April 2016

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2016

Details | Tanka |

- White And Curly -


Blossoms to the spring
Through meadow among small lamb
Wraps the globe in light
Intoxicated fragrance
Garden bursting with snowdrops













26-03.2017
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
https://www.howmanysyllables.com
Tanka 5-7-5-7-7  syllables

Copyright © Sunshine Smile | Year Posted 2017

Details | Blank verse |

Springtime On The Prairies

Nature poses in Her best spring
colors, with majestic splendor.
For Her green gown is dappled with
purple pigments and puce pastels.

Tepid Chinooks melt virgin snows,
that fill meandering rivers. 
And form long lazy loops, that snake
across an emerald prairie.

A rising sun imbues its light
with a sense of hope, and magic.
And gilding the edge of darkness,
dawn heralds Sol’s resurrection.

A watermelon horizon,
marks the birth place of a new day.
And pink cotton candy clouds, float
upon a sea of vermilion.

Reminiscent of paradise,
the wildflowers are in full bloom.
And atop gently swaying stalks,
they reach for an indigo sky.

Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015

Details | Haiku |

Seduction In Spring

Cherry Blossoms Bloom Resplendently dressed in Pink Seducing the Spring Glory unfolding They release their sweet fragrance Pirouette and twirl Music from the breeze With limbs so graceful swaying Blushing and bowing Time of renewal A fleeting symbol of life In two weeks farewell Ethereal Muse Celebration of nature Next spring awaits you
Author's Note: I hope that in this set of Haiku, I've managed to convey the traditional importance of the Cherry Blossom Season in Japan. Cherry blossoms are the symbolic flower of the spring, a time of renewal and the fleeting nature of life. Their life span is very short. After their beauty peaks around two weeks, the blossoms start to fall. I liken these flowers to the beautiful Heavenly elusive Muses, the daughters of Zeus.

Copyright © Maria Williams | Year Posted 2017

Details | Rhyme |

A Song To Spring -Contest



     The joyous scent of living
          That leaps from life's perfume
     Spring murmurs its beginning
          From hope and dreams in bloom

     The choir of color sings of thee
          With hues in rich new verse
     As if this song was meant to be
          From rhymes all well rehearsed 

     As petals graced with morning dew
          Rise softly towards the sun
     So in Spring hope doth renew 
          Its perfect Love for life begun.

Copyright © Charlie Smith | Year Posted 2016

Details | Lyric |

Arrives the spring

Arrives the spring
Anacreontic verse 3






Allure of raindrops 
as drizzle knocks,
April arrives ...
Ecstatic Spring 
ushers joy,
Buds bloom
petals unfold,
Vibrant colours
eyes behold,
Mustard in yellow
wheat gives gold, 

Fragrant breeze 
to lovers' delight,
Heavenly azure
and soaring flight,
Reigning blue
echoes into sea,

Festivals lure
delicacies to relish,
Step into May
with blushing
Red roses,
Luscious Mangoes
enticing delish,
Basking days
evenings coldish,
Verve satiates 
soul's every wish!




Written April 11th, 2016
For contest by Edward ebbs

Copyright © Dr. Upma A. Sharma | Year Posted 2016

Details | Acrostic |

Spring is coming soon

Sing with the birds in May
Pretty songs in dancing play
Raindrops on pedals of flowers
Inspire dreams in spring showers
Nests where robin eggs lay
Give new life to see in a day

Iris, crocus, daffodil show
Soft beauty as they grow

Crickets chirp in evening air
Owls hoot in chorus, a pair
Melodies from morning to night
Instantly lift the heart to flight
Newly cut grass with colors around
Give abundance of beauty to be found

Spring is coming soon
Open your heart to the tune
Over the hills, by rivers and lakes
New beginnings are now awake

3/21/17
For Contest : Spring is coming soon – sponsored by Laura Loo

Copyright © Heidi Sands | Year Posted 2017

Details | Tanka |

- Small Hands -

 


I will define Spring

In the beauty calm your mind

The length of daylight 

Child's inquisitive wonder

Celebrate rainbow colors










26.01.2016
A-L Andresen :)
Tanka  5-7-5-7-7

Copyright © Sunshine Smile | Year Posted 2016

Details | Couplet |

Growing With Love Always

Spring menu of snowdrops, daffodils, dandelion, crocus and anemones
Each color blossoms the beauty swaying inside a breeze dancing thoughts

The image of spring changed colors roaring never thought my heart might burst
Within waves blowing kisses warmly touching the chambers endless bliss

The moment the sun draws the mist from the sea to the skies feels magical
Your footprints on deep sands fluttering wings of an angel beaming sunshine

Under the wing of an angel you will find safety, happiness and beauty
held within a gasping breath your love true and complete beautiful



Written by Liam Mcdaid & A-L Andresen  

Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2015

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

Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2015

Details | Pantoum |

Ocotillo

A sunbaked pile of dead sticks in the ground
I’m a divine oversight, it would seem
Hundreds of long spines poke out all around
Yet inside resides a colorful dream

I’m a divine oversight, it would seem
Look past my thorns, though they do seem countless
Yet inside resides a colorful dream
Deep down, I’m hiding a beauty boundless

Look past my thorns, though they do seem countless
Moisture kisses my roots in the springtime
Deep down, I’m hiding a beauty boundless
To this kindness, sprout tiny leaves sublime

Moisture kisses my roots in the springtime
Chlorophyll captures hard radiation
To this kindness, sprout tiny leaves sublime
Transmutes into my dream’s pigmentation

Chlorophyll captures hard radiation
My plumage explodes forth with colors bright 
Transmutes into my dream’s pigmentation
In proud defiance of sun's bleaching light

My plumage explodes forth with colors bright 
I sprout a thousand flames rose tangerine 
In proud defiance of sun's bleaching light
Brush bold orange on the baked desert scene

I sprout a thousand flames rose tangerine 
Hundreds of long spines poke out all around
Brush bold orange on the baked desert scene
A sunbaked pile of dead sticks in the ground

3/27/16
For contest: A Pantoum, A Poet's Choice
Sponsor: Eve Roper

Copyright © Tom Quigley | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |

The First Days Of Spring

Uprooting the dreams
of yesterday,
time sows the seeds
of tomorrow.

And clouds shed tears
of April rain,
as winter wanes
and warmth abounds.

Fleeing far flung
sanctuaries,
migrating birds
start heading home.

And on the winds
of open sky,
caterpillars
try new found wings.

Wild trillium
and daffodil,
usher in the 
first days of spring.

And tulips flaunt
their waxen bells,
atop stems of
emerald green.

Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |

HERE COMES SPRING

Here Comes Spring


They sit, waiting, fluffed birds on cold perch,
eyes pinched against winter’s harsh white
in defiance of the season’s bitter curse
holding still night’s frail and icy light.

Blanketed beneath soft downy quilt
potential undisturbed in earthen tomb
awaiting subtle shift of solstice tilt
to bathe in chilling waters flowing womb.

Awakened they push toward warming sun
soft buds that trumpet beauty’s soft reply
that Spring will see the nests and webs redone
nature’s essence seduce the butterfly.

The spinning color wheel of flowered glee
the scents and sounds of that we cannot see.



2/21/2015

Submitted – Flower Song – Poetry contest
sponsor –Rick Parise

Copyright © John lawless | Year Posted 2015

Details | Haiku |

Spring Easter Haiku

the chickadee tweets I eat my breakfast without an egg wings flutter upon melting icicles first glimpse of Spring Grandma's garden a missing rose lay on her stone Incense wafts amongst the silent crowd a sneeze out loud longing another Spring blooms without you
Happy Easter to you and yours with love -Charma

Copyright © Charmaine Chircop | Year Posted 2016

Details | Abecedarian |

Flowering of Spring

Amassed in flamboyant Azalea blooms when my garden is free of the cold.
Bird of Paradise, dressed in purple and orange,  wear their colors so bold.
Crocus bloom when the mounds of snow finally melt and say, "Goodbye."
Daffodils display delightful faces and seem to be greeting me with a, "Hi."
Easter Cactus in pink and salmon, adds bursts of color in hanging pots.
Favorite in my garden are the carpets of romantic little Forget-Me-Nots.
Gardenia shrubs line my walkways with sweetest scent to tempt the bees.
Hyacinths are compact flowers on a single stem, but cause me to sneeze.
In early Spring my beds of Irises trumpet that a new season has begun.
Jasmine on the vine attracts hummingbirds in my garden spots full of sun.
Kerria bushes keep my yard enhanced in shades of chartreuse and gold.
Lily of the Valley is said to bring lots of happiness to the young and old.
Mock Orange, a pretty perfumed flower, prim and proper in purest white.
Nandina, Heavenly Bamboo, have bronzed red leaves of medium height.
Oleander clusters are a riot of color on the end of green foliage so tall.
Peonies add charm and grace in pink pastels all along my garden wall.
Queen of the Prairie in the landscape, reach up to the sun and the sky.
Rusty Foxglove is a late Spring perennial, I find very pleasing to the eye.
Sharing a treasured vase with them, I will select the lovely Shasta Daisy.
Three Lobe Spirea (Bridal Veil), is so easy to grow it could make me lazy.
Under the shade trees grow Urn Bromiliads,  on driftwood from the river.
Verbena is Queen of the rock garden, in shades of burgundy she'll deliver.
Wisteria, in white or lavender, hangs in sadness until it withers away to die.
Xylosma blooms in masses of berries, in hedge rows of separation they lie.
Yarrow's blossoms are medicinal, likes dry soil and an occasional drought.
Zesty Zephyr Lily can grow in the wild but it's one I could never do without.



   {April 23rd, 2016   ~   Shadow Hamilton's "Spring Flowers" Contest}

Copyright © Lin Lane | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |

A Night To Remember

So sweet a kiss
The murmuring tunes of Spring
In the fragrant breath of night
Hums within my slumbering ears.
Like the whispering trees dancing
In the softest dews descending
From the vapours of the skies 
When the soothing night
Was young with the glimmering moon of May.

The poor labouring clouds expanded wide
In the muted distance ripe with coldness
While the storming of the Eastern wind
Drifted through the blossoming fields
Graced by the sultry springs in the lulling hours.
I pulled the weary drapes
When the night grew old with silence
From a crystal window 
Mirrored against the dumb fields
Black with the night.
A soft mist exudes the dead wind
Curled around the nodding branches.
Then I stealed away to the vacant spot
Where a crackling fire
Invaded the mournful breath of silence.

Lipsing sounds intrudes the night
Upon the quiet slopes and verdant span
Where the blossoms gently bow
Kissing soft the silver spray
Fluttering in the starry distance.
There sauntered I
Under the gladsome sky
To pluck a cherry from its stem
Outstretched beneath the sobbing moon
That in the dawning misty hours
That silver orb of light expires
When the sun had greet the day
With a golden sigh!



















  


 

Copyright © Mustapha Mohammed | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |

Rose of Annamarie

Collecting the colors of nature,
the yellow, the blue and the green.
From the top of the stair,
I see a color so rare,
I go into the garden to see.
A snap-shot in my mind,
of the color I’d find,
just as my mind’s eye took it…
I continue my quest,
searching everywhere lest,
the dim light of dawn overlooks it.
I spy a fresh rose,
with petals of red,
I pick it not-
but admire instead.
It’s splendor and color,
at times wild and free,
are all reminiscent
of Annamarie…
Copyright © 2013

Copyright © Cole Banner | Year Posted 2013

Details | Light Poetry |

THE SPOT


On Manhattan's West Side...
You descend ancient stairs
You've crossed the Drive
River Side Drive
Expect to float on air of beauty.

Cherry blossoms pink won't wink
They'll courtesy as you walk, jog, bike
Their fragrance light and airy
Suffuse each path paved smooth
Sloped path leads to arched cemented canopy
As ancient as view
The Hudson embraces you
A garden path with bright flowers 
Will warm your heart
The young, the old, those in between
They live for such scenes
Sky, trees, mound overlooking New Jersey
The Hudson River is where I met my honey.

*

Copyright © Iris Elizabeth Sankey-Lewis | Year Posted 2015

Details | Light Poetry |

- The Season Of Spring -



Despite the long winter, a plea for renewal

Something new rises from the cold ground

Spring is a liberation, a solution of chains

The trees take on the flowers, the scope of its heart

Enjoy and appreciate this beautiful view

A birth from the old earth womb

Sweeter than dreams, in liquid harmony

On a sunny meadow, the impetus lightly dance

In each flower, small birds searching for seeds

Spring is the joy of life and the year first gain
















24.03.2017
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved

Copyright © Sunshine Smile | Year Posted 2017

Details | Rhyme |

Western Skies Of Spring

We have waited long and now momentarily pause
to lose ourselves in the Western skies of spring;
our mellow looks follow them until dusky evening...
ask the awe-captured painter how they seduce! 

Even the big mountains in the background seem blue,
below them discover lovely bluebells that surely ensue
beauty by waving in prairies dotted with yellow daisies;
spend an afternoon in contemplating the red canyons!

And resting beneath the motionless clouds, be dazzled
by radiance: deep moments of awareness can stupefy;
go back in time by imagining the same California sky  
that the old explorers saw heading West to seek gold.

Walk farther towards the blue lake, wide and clear,
it steals indigo from the above sky to look pretty;
the cactus in full bloom proclaim the desert's glory
once seen by young, wild cowboys who chased deer.  


Written on 3/36/2016

Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2016

Details | Epigram |

SPRING


Spring:
Nature’s perpetual resolve     
To 
Incarnate divinity’s conception of 
Beauty
On
The vast canvas of fertile earth                   
By 
Executing faithfully, eternity’s holy
Duty! 


© Demetrios Trifiatis
      24 March 2014

Copyright © Demetrios Trifiatis | Year Posted 2014

Details | I do not know? |

Adorable Mrs Spring

Well, finally one lucky man may realize
That nothing in the world could equalize
Thy poetry, except the magic season
Which for the poet, has other reason.
I have a date with adorable Mrs Spring.
So excited, I think I tell her everything:
How much I love her splendid eyes
Of magic green, that all verdure cries 
Every morning, to borrow from hers.
In dream, I kiss the naked shoulders,
I stroke that incredible hair green,
And so I know this beauty's queen:
All her body is a charming thrill
Of larks as singing on the silky hill.
Then, the horizon as her sweet round hip
In playful wish to have a happy good trip, 
It is the time when sun is ready to wake up.
A toi ! Like Joe Dassin I take the noble cup.


Copyright © Ovidiu Bocsa | Year Posted 2016

Details | Sonnet |

Spring And Sunlight Wrap This Heavenly View

Spring And Sunlight Wrap This Heavenly View

Slowly I climb that very steep and rocky hill,
seeking the beautiful summit so far above.
As a breeze sends me that cool pleasant chill,
far away echoes, sweet calls of morning dove.

Summit reached, burden was greatly reduced,
as I saw great flowery meadows unfurled.
This the beauty God magnificently produced,
one of his many fine gifts to this world.

Spring and sunlight wrap this Heavenly view,
in a sheen invading my searching soul.
Each visit, I find feelings serene and new
relieving me of dark world's heavy toll.

Thus I battle with dark and unknown gloom.
By entering Nature's gifted wilderness room.

Robert J. Lindley, 09-24-2015

Note: I just felt the need to write a sonnet this morn.
Thus from my memory this new poem was born from
a place that I once visited quite often.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

Details | Masnavi |

Falling Spring

                        Falling Spring..

Alas that my spring, my youthful nights gone.
  A thousand laughter and all candle lights gone.
Alas that my spring, my garden has dried.
  It is old and bitter, no more glowing pride.
Spring garden of mine, had blossoming hearts.
  But I’m old and tired, with no blooming parts.
Within this madness of spring and creation, 
  I am in solitude, hope for sedation.
When I am old, spring is just another night.
  From worldly affairs my hands are tied tight.
I can’t smell the scent of flowering breeze.
  I can’t rest in the shade of whispering trees.
What else is there for me in spring beside pain?
  Blinded with tears, what not to complain?
I careless for lilies, basils, and roses;
  The door that spring opens, winter closes.
Spring is beautiful, all green nearby.
  I am watching from a window, as I espy.
To me this season is just season of lie.
  Nothing for me to say, except say goodbye.

3/16/16 Haloo



Copyright © Pashang Salehi | Year Posted 2016