Spring Moon Poems | Spring Poems About Moon

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Details | Villanelle |

April's Pink Moon

Orchestrating the birth of spring life's obedient to Her call She's the reason that robins sing Reflecting light that sunbeams bring She morphs into a bright pink ball orchestrating the birth of spring She glows within a golden ring and beams Her gentle light to all She's the reason that robins sing She comes when icicles still cling and snow covers colors of fall orchestrating the birth of spring April’s pink Moon crowns rain as king from a storm to a gentle squall, She's the reason that robins sing In the night She is everything wearing misty drops like a shawl Orchestrating the birth of spring She's the reason that robins sing

Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2017

Details | Rhyme |

Season's Round

Summer sunshine in her hair
The Autumn moon in her eyes
Winter’s promise buried there
Hints of Spring therein lies

The Autumn moon in her eyes
Winter’s snow upon her skin
The seeds of Spring wait to rise
To field the Summer once again

Winter’s snow upon her skin
Spring flowers to grace her face
Summer’s vow to come again
Until Autumn takes its place

Spring flowers to grace her face
Summer’s sunshine in her hair
Autumn hints leave bare a trace
That Winter’s cold will follow there

Copyright © James Burns | Year Posted 2010

Details | Couplet |


Love was as hot as a red moon.
Passion was on fire and was soothed.

A total lunar eclipse occurred on April 15.
The moon was coopery red.

The warmth of her blood was astrologically aligned.
Mother Earth was with her Sun God.

She stood majestically in his eyes.
The core of his being was a deep arousal of desire.

Oblivion Dark Sunshine
Spiritual Poetess

Sought the Red Moon via telescope,
a ritualized ceremony.
Sponsor:	Dave Wood
Contest Name: 	RED MOON 

Copyright © Verlena S. Walker | Year Posted 2014

Details | Lyric |

In Bloom

Written July 29, 2013

The wind blows the rainbows down
Turns your frown upside down
Then spins it back around

The sun hides the moon
Underneath its coat in bloom
The flowers came late this June

The rain in a teardrop
Falls like dew from a leaf
When she looks at me

See that look upon her face
Used to take her to the stars
Now she's headed back from Mars

Now that Venus loves her more
Wouldn't throw her to the floor
Like before

Copyright © Brandon Carter | Year Posted 2013

Details | Bio |

My Favorite Number

I was born on July 20, 1958.

Being one of seven children and having a mid-summer birthday, even as a young boy, it was 
not uncommon for my birthdays to come and go without much fanfare.

In the winter of my Fifth Grade year at school, we had an assignment to write a short-story.  
I was already in love with writing way back then.  My short story was on a topic that was 
very much in the news at that time and a very interesting and exciting theme for a young 
boy.  I wrote a short story about me being the youngest astronaut in the space program and 
being selected to be the first astronaut to walk on the moon.  I was aware at the time, that 
the US and USSR were in a Cold War race to be the first country to achieve that lofty goal 
and I knew it was bound to happen soon.  To make my story even more special, I wrote that 
this wonderful event would take place over the coming summer, on my birthday!

Well, lo and behold, as the winter turned to spring and spring turned into summer the Apollo 
11 space mission launched from Cape Canaveral carrying three astronauts, two of whom 
were targeted to walk on the moon.

As my 11th birthday approached, without any notice from anyone else, I watched in awe as 
the Apollo 11 made its way to the moon.  On July 20th, 1969, the lunar landing module, 
Eagle, set down on the moon!  I remember expectantly waiting for the astronauts to be given 
permission to exit the Eagle and step foot on the moon’s surface as the hours of my birthday 
ticked down.  

It was about 10:00 pm eastern time when my parents finally sent us all to bed on the news 
that Mission Control made the decision to wait until the next day to send Neil Armstrong out 
of the lunar module.  With tears in my eyes, I went to bed thinking that I missed my chance 
to share my birthday with history and to have had my short story prognostication come true.

At a few minutes before 11:00 my parents woke all of us up to come watch as Neil 
Armstrong could wait no longer and talked Mission Control into letting him walk on the moon 
without further delay.

So, at about 11:00 pm, on my 11th birthday, the men from Apollo 11 walked on the moon for 
the first time in history.  One small step for man and one giant link to history for one small 
boy in Charleston, West Virginia.

And, that is when 11 became my favorite number.

Copyright © Joe Flach | Year Posted 2010

Details | Verse |

The Eves of May

Maelstrom, O thou devil 
Slither past last March then unto April
Into the eves and ides of May 

Thou cannot hide, but thou wilt try
To disguise thy age old blackness
Forsake what once were brighter skies
Stranglehold; sane extraction

And the spills of night
A new tone deafness
Burning oil; sentiment molasses 
Bringing storms that cloud minds human and fragile 

Spheres of moonlit halos
Become, no more than serpent spies
Peeking through faultlines of life
Dancing about to the madness limbo

One lost soul...
Shipwrecks against a sea
And there too does the twist of tango
Eyes of the deep; tentacles, touching me

Elsewhere, the raven flies repetition
Into glass windows
Blood stains upon a faceless mask
Drowns out the cries and the conscience

Of feathers blacker that lie strewn
Are the questions I have asked 
And the answers I cannot have

Let slip feigned breath of man beneath
A gargle from the cold tunnel brine
What's left surrenders alter to its evil
And nothing is, to evermore survive

And the eves and ides of May 
Are Saran gas upon a mass of land
Men of desparation hunger 
Eating flesh of man much meeker

And thou wilst not again
Glimpse thy rival sun
Nor when it comes, goes 
Or finality, when it finds its done

Inspired by the madness of Poe
That which is locked within us all

Copyright © Michael Smith | Year Posted 2013

Details | Haiku |

Robin's fair light

as new life flowers                                                                                                   equal illumination                                                                                                 meager changing clothes                                                                    *           
** the sun the moon draws warming hearts and minds amply a new leaf to turn

Copyright © John Beam | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme |


Farther than the semi-dark hickory hill,
clouds gather over the picturesque valley
of this vast region engulfed by a chill...
as misty rain comes to evoke spring's beauty!

Its gently pelting raindrops slowly quench the trees' thirst,
flowers return to life...it hasn't rained in fourteen weeks;
morning and noon with only sun and no soothing breeze...
Nature was too arid and farmers expected the worst!

Fall, warm raindrops, slowly fall until late evening
to make room for a clearer sky with an ascending moon;
will only lovers await nightfall while those crickets croon?
Rejoice gleaming roses...your petals will overjoy the living!  

Finally the whitest moon reappears into the Heavens,
it will not miss another night and lovers who'll feel dilly;
why did it wait behind clouds as misty rain came to evoke spring's beauty?
Oh, let those moon rays reach me and make this motionless body dance! 

Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2012

Details | Free verse |

Spring tides

I Looked up and witness Gods tears caught in the night sky
as they dance around the moon which mocks me;
For like the the moon tonight, i am half full
And like that half moon i will circle the Earth until i find my light.
The light which reveals the essence of who i am and why i am.
The light, whose looking for me,
....She is my Sun
And so be the will of God for i and her to meet?
Then let our hearts paint the skies
And our love guide the way
Towards our new found lives creates
A night within a day

Written: 2/12/11

Copyright © Rayshawn Fisher | Year Posted 2011

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 | Free verse |

Soft Spring Evening

as the moonlight flushes
the white plum-tree blossoms
down the night-black bark arms
like snowflakes softly landing
on the calloused ground
without a sound
a mirror image of a petaled sky
filled with
star blossoms and fragrance
deep and high
whirling around the moon
cold and distant
yet pouring out
its cold love like
a symphony of
softest flute
and bassoon
ah, the moon, the moon
casting shadows black and deep
as the blossoms go to sleep

Copyright © Daniel Human | Year Posted 2014

Details | Senryu |

Moony Spring Rose

calm lovely soft spring 
Oh a gaze at the Big Moon 
bless softly my soul

bless softly my soul
smoothing sweet reading calm moon
lovely cute spring rose

eyes met wonder bent
poem sent heartfelt spring rose
bless softly my soul


Copyright © Abdullah Alhemaidy | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |

Spring on a Trolley Car

Like the Sun
a trolley car
Is bound to the tracks

Like the Sun
A trolley car
follows an elliptical path

Like sunflowers
People need the Sun
For life

The Sun journeys on the dark side of things
And the people have no choice but to follow

But I do not follow exactly
I am like a satellite
I am the Moon
And follow my own path
But also the Sun

When the Sun 
Enters the underbelly of the Earth

I as the Moon
Follows too
But on my own path

I as the Moon
Break through the dark side
And through a separate portal
That the Sun does not follow

I as the Moon
Can see the Sun
In the distance
on the right hand of ascension 

But we journey
Together as One through the dark side
The Sun in alignment with the Moon
The Moon in alignment with the Sun

But we journey
Together as One through the dark side
Of the Universal Galactic Elliptic Plan

But we journey
Together as One
Like a trolley car in a deep tunnel
With passengers from multicolored aspects
On our destination to a beautiful morning Spring horizon  

Copyright © Mel Brake | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |

The Moon

One spring night,
Just for fun,
I rode the crescent moon.  
Then left her below to gaze on me,
As I soared miles high
In the still starlit laughing
Spring air!


Copyright © Sharon Swenson | Year Posted 2013

Details | Verse |

Arab Spring

From the white citadel on the hill
Subtle and suffused glory
The light of freedom fountains spill
In streets muddy and gory
And the rain of seeded clouds aloft
By torrent floods wet the land
Old roots are tumbled out, and no raft
Carries the stones that make the sand.

Obdurate mountains like empires gone
The street dancing tonight likr dawn
The stag watches the still trembling fawn
The winds bring fertile seeds to spawn
And I from afar smell spring afresh
The old climate for planting
And the cyclic reaping of the flesh
And flowers bloom for sniffing

Let nature plant and the hills shall want
Nothing for the free harvest 
Of fall. O but beauty still grows scant
Among the gathering of pest
And the old eyes that read the blank stars
Tell by the moon the new change
Is only fireflies in crystal jars
The moon is sad, and so sadly strange.

Copyright © David Smalling | Year Posted 2012

Details | Ballad |


It's after midnight,and I walk unhurriedly
on a well-lit road flanked by orchids;
a casual squirrel crosses fearfully
as I listen to the soft sounds of crickets,
turning repeatedly to both sides
so curious to know where they hide...

The early spring sings to the moon,
a spotted face looking solemnly happy
while the friendly stars smile on:
to hear the whispers they exchange sweetly;
and before the nightgales retrieve at dawn
in rosy tree tops, they'll be gone...  

I spot patches of dark blue,
like the lake below,peaking through
the huge branches of oaks and pine trees;
the soft moon's gleams paint them in silver,
and how lovely they seem in that glimmer,
enough to give them the sembiance of a magical forest
within a sweltering city in need of a cool breeze,
capable of bringing relief from the hazy mist...

The early springs sings to the moon,
the merry notes float on the scented breeze
to reach a distance I cannot achieve;
my contemplation will end soon...

I go past the yellow and purple daffodils;
are they ever tired of standing on their stems,
of giving their pollen to the eager butterflies?
What a joy and beauty they'll take away from us!

The early spring sings to the new moon,
I am a vagrant in this nature's wondrous spectacle;
like life going through short days: bright or dull,
I passing through to live and die soon...

Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2005

Details | Light Poetry |

Spring is the best time

Spring is the best time 
for the Cuckoos to sing a song
Spring is the best time 
for the roses to bloom....

Spring is the best time 
for the bees to dance
Spring is the best time 
for the moon to shine.....

Spring is the best time 
for the couples to kiss
Spring is the best time 
for the youth to love.......

Spring is the best time 
to dream and laugh
Spring is the best time 
to write a poem...

Copyright © Mohammad Abedin | Year Posted 2016

Details | Haiku |

Northern Hemisphere

    Vernal's equinox
    Then the first full moon decides
    Sunday's eastertide



Copyright © george seal | Year Posted 2017