Spring comes, cool breeze flow
conveying the message of peace
with a pleasant and perfumed blow.
Flowers blossom with redolent fumes.
Butterflies worried for their marriage
inviting friends,with paused tune.
Linda, Sandra dress up nice,
Jean, James come with smile,
Andrea, Anne please come in time,
Devnath, don't forget your camera mobile.
Let us rush to Laila Garden, to enjoy
the decoration arranged by spring
the fragrance, main dish of party
served by pleasant wind.
Come with me to bless the couples.
Flowers are brides, butterflies are grooms.
Grass hoppers are there
to welcome us, with melodious tune.
As a beautiful tent, trees stand strong
wearing emerald crown.
To ensure our comfort, earth covered it's surface
with carpet of grass, mild golden green.
I know, you all came with gift
to show your stardom.
Don't worry, I am here
please handed it over to me
without any confusion.
Written on 29th April, 2016
Copyright © Manmath Dalei | Year Posted 2016
I do not know?
Spring time dew
Oasis of lavender scent
From fools in April
June brides floral
Copyright © Tonytocaa Camacho | Year Posted 2015
The Marriage One Spring
Carriage was white and horses dapple-gray.
Dreamy, like a fairytale, true love that day.
Sparkling eyes lit up the dressing room
Hidden away from the guests and bridegroom.
Time had arrived; music began to play.
The Wedding March.” rang on that special day,
Strikingly posh was the most gorgeous gown.
Gleaming with love the bride slowly walked down.
The bridegroom, smiling, would make vows for life
There at the church, the bride became his wife.
Lovers together kissed wearing their rings.
Then, rode to forever, love, one warm spring.
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
January 27, 2010
Copyright © Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen | Year Posted 2010
The Spring of Our Love
Rhythmic beats of our hearts
Together we skip the arithmetic class
Holding hands, synchronised nimble steps
Childish grins on our faces, bright are eyes
This was the spring of our love.
Our path jeweled by rhododendrons
Smooth were our lives, pickles were for lunch
Not for life.
Then life began. Real life as we know it today.
Arithmetic was no longer the only complexity
Making a living with arithmetic was
Still we are happy. We are happy still.
Copyright © YASEMIN BALANDI | Year Posted 2016
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
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
Worn gloves we donned, took to our knees
Black soil we turned, for bright pansies;
As tulips spied, rich loam we tilled,
Then spread thick mulch—a robin shrilled.
The sun beat down, not cloud-deterred
While, from the south, warm zephyrs stirred …
Then pause, I took, to watch my wife,
Her face carefree, unmarred by strife,
And, from a squat, she glanced my way,
Our eyes engaged, a moment’s play,
At last I winked, my love to share,
That garden day in fresh spring air.
Copyright © David Bose | Year Posted 2017