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
Copyright © Ernesto P. Santiago | Year Posted 2007
While you sleep
Lady dressed in white
And melt your cold heart made of ice
High into the sky
And fall as raindrops from God’s eyes
Where now you will grow
With me - in the bloom of a rose
Author: Elaine George
* Note: This poem is a Personification as well as a triple Fibonacci
Brian Strand's 'Image Contest': First Place
John Heck's '12-in-one' Contest: First Place
Copyright © Elaine George | Year Posted 2008
She walks underneath the pink sunshade trees
dressed in flowing antique white bridal gown.
Un-dissuaded heart, to laugh, love, a peace
drawn to fragments of leaves rustling around.
The start of spring; radiant glow of pink.
A fountain of cherry blossom petals trace
down to the ground dressing the green. A wink
of amorous scene of warmth of her grace.
Enthralled by sensation of sweet scent tease,
gold sunshine rays columns stand and solemn.
Poetic strokes of emotions to please,
a life draped in dreams hued in cherry blossoms.
A blank canvas rich in true color spun
in glaze memories not to be undone.
Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2017
I hold my breath, impatiently
and dress the sky delicately
in stars your bright eyes bring.
Spring days are flushed with love’s warm glow,
the nights untamed by sparks.
Our rhythmic dance for two bestows
full moon to light the dark.
I’ll never stammer for excuse
to ask for your soft kiss,
or with my words unkind bemuse.
Our love means more than this -
the shady oak, the rose’s bloom,
a waterfall’s cascade.
The beauty of a starling’s plume
when near you seems to fade.
Your words are all the air I breathe.
In your embrace, I’m whole;
your love’s a thousand spring blooms wreathed
around my yielding soul.
In summer, winter and in fall,
I’ll seek your rambling heart,
but with a breath of love in spring,
we’ll never be apart.
Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2015
I dreamed a butterfly in golden days
when buttercups lay in the fields ablaze.
It fluttered to my cheek, sweet love to bring.
My heart was wont to burst and wont to sing.
In breath of morn was scent of bluebell sprays.
On blossomed blankets of the fields we’d laze,
and into one another’s eyes we’d gaze,
my love and I, as April had her fling.
I dreamed a butterfly.
Our bliss was as the spring, a fleeting phase,
and brief’s the beauty of young lovers’ craze.
As cruelly as a wasp, he left a sting -
and all the lovely plans we made took wing,
leaving mere memories of golden days.
I dreamed a butterfly.
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2013
Crazy wind whispers
Into the ears of ‘champa’
A light scented Indian flower
Trees are full of them now
Your love in each and every bough
The breeze is cool
Because it is spring
Because it is south wind
Because everywhere is hue
Because it is warm with you
Blue hills and green plains
My room at sixes and sevens
Red bellied wood peckers drumming
Rhythm in feet nimble
Your twinkling eyes with dimple
Our roads are tremendously red
Ashok Palash and Gulmohar
They call it flame-of-the-forest
Love in red supreme
With you in extravagant dream
Books in eloquently colorful blurb
Beauty steps in every curve
Invitation in every nerve
The spring below and spring above
Your healing love
Goes away alas the days
Of dance in soul in warm sun rays
Goes away your ocean gaze
Life in a twilight haze
Your beautiful craze
Ah if I could have turned the clock
Holding your hand in a Gulmohar walk
Only our hands and feet would talk
Around the clock arm in arm
In your beauty and charm
Alas that is not to be a thing
Our time is as short as the spring
March 18, 2016
Butea Monosperma or Palash is a species of Butea native to tropical and sub-tropical parts of India and Asia.
Saraca asoca ( the ashoka tree, literally ‘sorrowless’), belongs to the Caesalpinioideae subfamily of legume family, of Indian sub continent.
Gulmohar or Delonix Regia, grown in many tropical parts of the world, called FLAMBOYANT in English, is a striking sight for its vivid red/vermilion/orange/yellow flowers and bright green foliage...Wikipedia
Copyright © Probir Gupta | Year Posted 2016
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
The harlot maples crimson tipped nails
tap, drum, strum, and plunk;
at Aprils blasted blue sky.
Raking a wind born trail
across skeletal palms
and forearmed branches,
in a come-hither dance;
reawakening the cerulean stratus
above the dense sugar maple forest.
Sap taps a tune into tin buckets;
and, so, Spring is sprung.
Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2009
divine drops of joy
satin kisses melting hearts
spring~time licks her lips
Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2017
April's last Flowers
I was watching carefully
The last stems
Of April's Red flowers
Which were spreading their beauty and smile
Unconcerned with the destiny
That after April
There would be almost no such flowers
Of red Lily
For another one year.01
The flowers were smiling
As if, it makes no difference to them
Whether, they would be here or not
When the hot winds of summer
Would try to wither and make dull
The beauty and grace
Of every human face
As often they succeed in withering
The beauty of flowers and life
That exits and breath
Without the love drops of life giving water.02
The last flowers of April
Were also unconcerned
That they would shrink and would get dried
By the heat and dust of summer
In the days to come
When the scorching Sun would
Burn the Earth, Sea and Water
To create the wonders of rains
For thirty lands and sky of the earth.03
What a great way to live life
In these smiling last flowers of April
Alas! If only humans can understand
How to live a life with the pleasure of love
And get lost forever
Without the worries of tomorrows.04
The flowers were enjoying
Every moment of their existence
With the butterflies and black bees
Which were hovering on them
Since day one
And were trying to please and praise them
To win their hearts
Like men praise and please the women
When they want to attract and win their heart. 05
The hovering butterflies and bees too
Were trying to show their love
To all the beautiful flowers of April
Before the alluring beauty of these flowers
So that these alluring flowers
May allow them to come close and kiss them
In the flowering season of spring.06
Every time these symbols of love
The black bees, butterflies and
Even the little black tiny bird
Were coming close
To kiss and to touch the petals of flowers
They were charging with a new energy
After getting the love drops
From their beloved red flowers
And they were flying
More and more high in the sky
Perhaps to touch the those lofty heights
Which can only be seen
When nectar like love drops
Creates its magic on these searching lips
Filling it with the energy of love
Which get reflected in every new flight
Of these beautiful creatures
When they fly from one flower to another. 07
And I was watching silently
With a Camera in my hand
The last of these April flowers
To catch the glimpse of
Any of these memorable moments.08
Their silent game of nectar and pleasure hunt
Continued in that bright sunlight
As more and more new creatures
Were coming to please and to win their beloved
Standing there with its ravishing beauty
So that, they may welcome them
With a smile and beauty
And may allow them to taste
The nectar of these red beauty and love
Which starts pouring it's magic
With the approach of April
In spring every year. 09
Ravindra K Kapoor
Kanpur India 2nd May
Copyright © Ravindra K Kapoor | Year Posted 2014
That Spring Love in Your Eyes
Spring Love’s in your eyes for me now to see,
And it reaffirms thoughts of our special love;
And there is no other place I would rather be,
As we kiss deeply under the moon light above!
Darling with you in my arms this spring season,
My feelings are of such passion with true bliss;
We are “two” together by His Heavenly reason,
And for this our time together is never amiss!
With spring in bloom and God’s blessing above,
My heart’s yours forever my love please know;
For I know our emotions are of the deepest love,
And for this Darling to the Earth’s end I would go!
With that special spring love dear in your eyes,
Nothing on Earth compares with this Heavenly prize!
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
May 10, 2015 (Shakespearean Sonnet)
Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2015
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
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
Through a fluttering veil of luscious hues,
Fair Lady coquets with the majestic Sun,
As the wicked Wind caresses her tender cheek,
The harshness of Winter all undone.
Sparrows perched upon the towering trees,
Whistle sweetly at the colorful array.
Fair Lady hums and sways in warm ecstasy,
As the wicked Wind drifts away.
The sinful Sun glows after a wearying day,
And spans its gaze upon the fields of fruit.
Fair Lady drowsy, lies upon the prickly grass;
The darkness envelops as all goes mute.
Copyright © Deepanshi Chaudhry | Year Posted 2010
Soft sunlight streams through Nimbus clouds
A sign, a foretaste of coming spring
When hills and fields bring forth rich foliage
From humble green grass to royal heather
Flaunting peacock colors to honor the day
As clouds release their crystalline drops
Lovers’ laughter echoes as they run for shelter
B’neath the old willow tree, they stand; lost in warm embrace
Soon, a hush will fall as sweet jasmine floats
When hungry lips taste the first kiss of spring
Note: For Russell's "Spring Showers" Contest
Copyright © Annalise Brigham...a.k.a. Audrey Haick | Year Posted 2013
Spring and romance
birds and bees
touches and kisses
beneath the trees
Life and love
flowers and glee
two as one
In sweet jubilee
Forever and endless
passion and steam
candles at midnight
lost in a dream
With diamonds and emeralds
letters and pleas
my sweet one and only
I taunt and I tease...
Copyright © Rick Parise | Year Posted 2013
My fingers' tip-toeing on your face
stopped at the softness of your lips,
moonlit night guided my lips
to your cherry blossom,
a gentle Spring breeze
melting like wax
© kashinath karmakar 2011
by:kashinath karmakar( 20th March 2011)
Placement:HM ;(March 2011)
Contest :Nonet me a Spring kiss
Sponsor:Michael J. Falotico
Placement: 2nd;(June 2011)
Copyright © kash poet | Year Posted 2011
With sound of laughter in the breeze
I knew it was spring's voice I heard
Though years have folded crease by crease
My heart remembers every word
The springtime blooms with fragrance sweet
As if all yesterdays are stirred
The song of robins in the trees
I knew it was spring's voice I heard
As rainwashed skies look down on earth
Now waking from her winter's sleep
And joy, the greatest gift, assured
As if all yesterdays were stirred
With sound of laughter in the breeze
Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2012
The finest day of spring
petals dance on sudden gales
counting every one
before the sinking sun
fly, fly little wings
like love that never fails.
Shadows begin to wake
to a chorus that is the night
crickets fiddle, slow
warblers whistle, low
shine, shine velvet moon
till last you fade from sight.
Hear the sea in song
where the swallows play and die
starlight in the haze
flicker fireflies, ablaze
stay, stay gentle dream
beneath the candles in the sky.
~ Luther Lynton Seahand ~
Copyright © Luther Seahand | Year Posted 2013
Love in Spring (10-Word Challenge)
Steal away with me my Beloved One,
to rendezvous under a radiant sapphire sky,
where brown skylarks sweetly sing
their incessant songs in dulcet harmony,
as they fly over idyllic, rolling meadows,
welcoming spring and young lovers.
There at the old hollow,
upon a soft bed,
freshly spread with a plethora
of tender, forest green ferns,
wait I impatiently to share
of unbridled felicity,
as our hearts and bodies
spinning our own chrysalis of love.
Though this rhapsodic bliss
may seem evanescent,
titillating memories of this exquisite tryst,
will ever invade our dreams, and
like a mystical spring talisman,
sustain our hearts…
for a lifetime.
10-Word Challenge by the Silent One
plethora - evanescent - felicity - rhapsodic - idyllic
dulcet - chrysalis - radiant - sapphire - talisman
Copyright © Pandita Sanchez | Year Posted 2016
You wiped me out
I was exhaled by that indigo storm.-
You stared at me with
A frown sown to your forehead
As I lay on your fingertips.
Like dust in a dark old attic,
You disposed of me
To spring clean your life.
Copyright © Maya Kaabour | Year Posted 2010
Grandma's vase waiting
on Mother's lace table cloth
for lilacs to bloom
Inspired by Carol Brown's
Haiku Waiting for Spring contest
Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2010
I do not know?
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
Your love song lapsed into ancient French that April day.
I only understood the words of spring and heartsore
lapsed. Only love and heartsore, I understood your ancient
words of the spring-day song into that French April.
You fabricate my pauses into repetition, silence speaks
of ages strung to rhyme in love’s difficult service
you strung into pauses in service to ages. Fabricate of
love’s repetition, rhyme speaks my difficult silence.
We practice tedium of vows till language breaks apart.
As if art should aim at science, rigorous, quantitative,
rigorous language breaks tedium. Science vows a part of
quantitative practice till we should aim “as if” at art.
Till we lapsed into language. As your ancient ages only
fabricate quantitative French strung to that difficult
practice, science speaks of tedium and understood rhyme.
The spring in service of love’s rigorous vows. April
pauses, heartsore. You and I, apart. If love should aim
my words at day, repetition breaks into silence of song.
Copyright © Taylor Graham | Year Posted 2006
Oh wonderful jumbleful spring
hormones awakening after winter naps
making bumbling idiots
out of unsuspecting saps
Oh dopey me, I bathed
perfumed, powdered and dusted
picked out slinky sexy things
getting more and more flust’ed
I skipped down the lights
and locked the stairs
let down the dogs and
tripped over my hair
“Dames Javid” I purred
“come sugar me some lip”
as I swiveled my eyelashes
and batted my hip
He tongued on his trip,
as he blew in my eye
then gazed in my ear
and heaved a big sigh
Ah, Springtime, it’s jumbleful
don’t you agree?
Cause pobody’s nerfect,
Copyright © Trudy Diane Rider | Year Posted 2009
How the flower
Bobs and weaves
With some bees
How the colour
Nods and sways
How the scent
Copyright © Daniel Human | Year Posted 2014
The sun was just rising over the moon as Monday’s gloom fell upon the earth
I rolled over in my bed and pushed the pillow aside as the sun rays brushed my skin from the open window
As I opened my eyes and looked out the window and saw a sight I had not seen before
My eyes saw a Japanese Cherry Blossom blooming in the spring
Its beauty seemed to speak to me and say everything was going to be ok
Vibrant colors that gave life to the weak and a strong wavy trunk that gave a voice to those who could not speak
And as I gazed up the tree my mind began to open up to so many new things
Love seemed attainable and money was not a concern
Thoughts did not make us ill and words did not kill
The world spun on genuine joy and the only thing that held weight was trust because gravity didn’t exist
Just as I was about to reach the top the bottom became higher and my mind woke up
It was just a dream in which I noticed the inspiration I had within me
Life’s new beginning are unlimited
p.s. so I’ll keep dreaming until I don’t wake up….
Something Seemingly Insignificant and Unexpected Changed My Life. 8/21/16
Copyright © Post Script | Year Posted 2016
I do not know?
The land still held in wint'ry grasp.
Against the chill my breath did rasp.
When for a moment my eyes did see,
A fair maiden dancing nakedly.
Nary a stitch nor thread on her wond'rous shape.
As she beckoned I could naught but gape.
When she spoke her voice was a melody,
Promising things that I only dreamed.
I went to her in bewildered awe,
And this is suddenly what I saw-
White roses tangled in her flaxen tresses,
A thousand poppies at her feet,
Fairies danced in diaphinous dresses,
With sunlight was the scene replete.
On she led o'er field and meadow.
Where she trod the spring would show.
With love and joy my heart did swell,
For this maiden had rescued me from winter's hell.
For hours we laughed and sang and such.
I would gasp and tremble at her every touch.
Not once did I think to inquire her name,
Nor did I ask from whence she came.
We rested at length 'neath a stately oak,
And this I found when I awoke-
Gone was my maiden and the spring she brought,
Frozen were the fields and meadows,
Simply a dream, or so I had thought,
Yet clasped in my hand, a single white rose.
I return each day to this lonely place,
Hoping to glimpse my fair maiden's face.
Low does the sun sink in the winter sky,
When I turn home with a tear in my eye.
For once again she has neglected to show,
And left me this wretched ice and snow.
Yet I musn't believe that she does not care,
Lest I should let my heart despair.
For she will return again one day,
Turning as she goes, December to May.
Copyright © Bobby Mielke | Year Posted 2006
“Come Spring – drench me with your colours”, you whispered
And then you started unfolding the secrets in front of me
Under the azure sky and amber sun
Your ivory skin dazzled my virgin eyes…
I want to paint your neck and your eyelashes in mauve
I don’t need to colour your crimson lips and jet hair
Let me draw marigold over the origin of elixir
I am going to paint your hands and legs with platinum
Let emerald play all over your body
And fuchsia be bloomed here and there
When I have completed my job, you called me to come closer
Amazed by your angelic beauty I was approaching …
In the middle, I stumbled and fell on the ground
Oh! My nose!
While opening my eyes, I found myself on the floor of my bedroom
Oh! My God!
I fell flat from my bed and it was a dream…
colours : azure, amber, ivory, mauve, crimson, jet, marigold, platinum, emerald and fuchsia.
Copyright © Anindya Mohan Tagore | Year Posted 2016
was no less tender
than the first bloom of spring
teardrops on her cheek
glistened like morning dew
how is it possible that I am
the only one that noticed
what more could she be to me
Copyright © Charlie Smith | Year Posted 2017