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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 | Rhyme |

Spring Breeze

The spring breeze plays music
With wind chimes nearby
Sweet songs in warm sunshine
With a clear bright blue sky

A patchwork of snow
Is left to melt on the ground
Where slate colored juncos
Are hopping all around

Green buds on the lilac
Are just starting to show
Spring is finally here
The changes smoothly flow

With music to my ears
Fresh breeze on my face
It is time to watch and listen
Enjoy this long awaited place

Heidi Sands

Copyright © Heidi Sands | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |

The Sounds of Spring

The Sounds of Spring
About: This poem is describes my feelings of the season spring. How the wonders of it are a miracle. A place so green dries and dies, when the cold comes. Then blooms and grooves of new life of all God's creations. ATTENTION:All my poems are posted by me. No one else. Other websites, that I have uploaded my poems on are: forums.familyfriendpoems.com and wattpad.com (the username is the same on this website, as well as those: ricoelhady)
When the sun lights up over the land, the groves grow golden red, under the light, The day then starts, with the clinging of the bells in the far east, and the roosters singing at dawn, the sun's golden rays peak out to play spreading all over the land, The blue jays sing, the flowers bloom, and the bees spread the scent, the day shines brighter than any other icy day, The game animals awake, to the sounds from the wind, they sing and perch to the instruments of day, The creaking of the old mill, on Grey's hill, wakes up the town, people of all ages boom through the day, clapping and dancing, to the rhythm of the day, The clouds embrace across the blue, cuddling and huddling the Sun and sky, sparking the land under a disco light, Me, what do I do? I sit nearby the big, blue river, listening, to the plops and ploops and plips, of the fish, jumping here and there, Today is a special day, the first time this year, nature decided to, sing the sounds of spring

Copyright © Reem Mohamed | Year Posted 2017

Details | Haiku |

Wooden window , traditional 5-7-5

Wooden window creaks -
Tree branch swing hanging lowly 
Peeking sun thaws snow

Copyright © David Graham | Year Posted 2013

Details | Haiku |


Play The Radio Get Up And Dance All Night Long Music Heals The Soul

Copyright © humble b | Year Posted 2012

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I saw a sign of spring today
Bright flowers now in bloom,
People mowing their lawns
Cleaning off porches with a broom.

Bicycles going down the street
Crowds of children now at play,
Other's playing a game of ball
Oh, what a beautiful spring day.

Many are doing spring cleaning
Washing windows inside and out,
Some jusst sitting in a chair
Watching children run and shout.

The warm sun beating down
Soft brisk wind in your hair,
Makes you drift off in a dream
A sandy beach oh, your so there.

The night slowing comeing to an end
For tomorrow will be a another day,
Make plans of things to do in your mind
As you slowly lay and drift away.

Copyright © Jodie Steward | Year Posted 2008

Details | Haiku |


Effulgent sun proffers love 

Above the undergrowth…of
Thorns and weeds

The moon unravels wonders

Copyright © JW Earnings | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

like diamonds

two hits and i’m hanging off cliffs, listening to water


watching moss fall like snowflakes.

nothing holding my heels down but gravity, irrelevant to me.

the little girl exploring the ocean floor, the caves that once held entrancing treasures.

even tactile pain drives me into a gust of euphoria.

my heart beats (slower than it should), but the trees don’t mind.

the four shades of green blend to create a forest-

with each exhale, branches move in tandem.

and a salty tear falls from my eye,

reminiscent of what once was here.

Copyright © Morgan Tate | Year Posted 2013

Details | I do not know? |

My Wishes are Simple

My Wishes are Simple

My wishes are simple,
my desires few,

to gaze upon an ocean,
and marvel at a solitary drop of dew.

My wishes are simple,
my dreams not too grand,

to feel the waves teasing my tired feet,
with no footprints left in the cool, wet sand.

My wishes are simple,
my thoughts serenely gentle, calm,

my heart resting beneath a swaying palm,

healing my being, caressed by nature's soothing balm.

Copyright © Scribbler Of Verses | Year Posted 2013

Details | Acrostic |


Spring is in the air fall now in the past
Pink and white blossom daisy’s don the grass
Reeds in the pond sound of water flow
Ignites all the senses sun stunning glow
Nesting in the trees the birds are finally home
Garden full of life wonderful place to stroll

Written by M. BURTON

Copyright © MARIE BURTON | Year Posted 2016

Details | Haiku |

Spring philharmonica

Peepers pipe spring chimes                                                                                       birds sing as the hummingbirds                                                                                 hum along with bees                                                                                          *                                                                                                                    *      thunder drum rolls as                                                                                              warm breezes whistle in trees                                                                              raindrop cymbals ring                                         *                                                                 **                                                                                                                         a clean rest then brooks                                                                                           fulfill the springs gushing song                                                                       instrumental  peace

Copyright © John Beam | Year Posted 2014

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Spring Sings

As I drive along
Spring sings me a song
daffodils wink colors of 
white and yellow – oh for
to inspire a fellow

Red buds proudly glow as 
they loudly show of a pinkish hew
but is that enough to inspire me or you?

Distinctly, nature begins to paint 
the landscape clean
and appears like a rolling Irish scene
calmly it wipes away at winter’s rust
as it melts away its final thrust
the promise of more spring color
it does entrust

Deer are on the move as their 
menu choices begin to improve
while the weeping willow cheers along 
as it develops its summer leaf song

Robins and hummers begin to flutter
as they return north like a child to a mother
feathered flashes of red, blue, and brown
sing and dance around
as I joyfully drive into town

Copyright © Richard J. Long | Year Posted 2009

Details | Free verse |

Eternal Spring

With each stone,
A certain size,
A distinct color,
Water flows gracefully
Over each backbone of the brook.

Along the brook,
The water is pristine,
Yet calm and quiet,
Rolling over stones
And pebbles, the water streams into
A natural spring.

The spring dwells
Eternal life,
Once drank,
Life everlasting.
Offering life after passing.

Copyright © Sarah Cassleman | Year Posted 2013

Details | I do not know? |

Lake Michigan

on the banks of lake michigan i found my true loves soul
tired and twisted in a wreckage of folded metal resembeling avatgard sculptures

nameless, senseless, and cold i drug her from the wreckage while the sky was painted red and black
now with the moon in my eyes i breathe life into her mouth but each breathe given means each breathe taken

as as the sun begins to rise i see visions of a former life- forgotten life when we once loved eachother-
when we were children dancing in the spring rain
warm and wet we embrace under endless rainbows saturated with everything under the sun

we become spring rain, we become one

now with the coming of the day i say farewell to past love, i say farewell to past life
where im goin no man can follow 
im going to the sun so i can stay warm.

Copyright © David Watters | Year Posted 2005

Details | Haiku |


The green frog jumped up.
The fish in the pond were swimming.
What a lovely day!

Copyright © Taryn Melville | Year Posted 2006

Details | Quatrain |


Early Christmas morning I glanced outside,
and no snow was falling, and suddenly a vision of a luminous light
with a trembling child appeared in sight...
and could this have been the Infant of prophecy and might?

And He softly said with the sweetest and kindest voice,
"I bring you no snow but endless love...the warmest flame
that makes every forsaken and unhappy heart rejoice;
it's a gift so gladly given to all the believers of this blessed age." 

Struck by that splendid appearance, unafraid,
I ran to thank him for those wonderful words,;
and not having seen any gift under the decorated spruce,
I seemed puzzled, but not fearful or nearly surprised.

There it stood, my gift from that generous child with golden, curly hair: 
a purple spring crocus never seen before, an Alpine flower
which grows in early April in every emerald meadow...
I leaned forward with much gentleness and plucked it from the cold snow.

When I stood up, he was gone and not a trace of him could be found,
and who was that cherub without wings...to leave that flower in the bitter cold? 
Wasn't He the Christ Child who was born in a Bethlehem's abandoned stable?
And wasn't hope the meaning of the purple spring crocus so beautiful?  

Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2009

Details | Etheree |

O Egypt O Misri

The blood of the people 
In the streets of Cairo
The flesh of mothers
In the lanes of Cairo
The cries of children 
In the cusp of fear
The boots of soldiers
On the sides of marchers
And the bullets from rifles
Of sons and daughters 
Of the would be victims
This spring of madness
In the land of Pharaohs
In the land of Pyramids
In the land of the Nile
This spring of death
And destruction
In the heart
Of Egypt
O Misri!
Will it

Copyright © Gerald Kithinji | Year Posted 2013

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Salvation In Spring

Sunshine on my skin
Warmth inside my soul
Leaves brushing in the wind
On this long and winding road

Rapids unbridled in the creek
Running wildly with the road
It's not a race of speed
But how far that we can go

Like squirrels chasing up a tree
Or dragonflies dancing in the wind
The creek and road twist
Upon each other every bend

How far can we go?
This yet I do not know
For I stopped in awe of its beauty
And stood there on the blacktop bow

I skipped out of my shoes
And rolled up the cuffs of my jeans
Wading in the creek
Ice cold water swarmed about my knees

The March wind tangled with my hair
Strands jumping like the leaves
Had me laughing like a child
My soul buzzing like a bee

Bloomed wisdom like Spring flowers
For there I did discover
An answer to a question
On that day I did uncover

I was searching for religion
But instead I found my faith
It was there I laughed with my Father
When my Mother called her child to play 

Copyright © Brandi Simpson | Year Posted 2012

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If Jesus Asks


Dew on the grass
Wants to disappear
As a day wakes up
Frightened by the red eyes of sun.

Again all those men
Will remain tireless
For some more hours.
Sharp arrows from their mind
Distance on the earth,
Boundary of the of universe,
Pride of stars being alone,
Even the game fate plays.
But today’s day is tired.

That green tree
Standing naked in a landscape
Used to
Sunbath during winter,
Play with wind on stormy days,
A born again make up
As spring bade good bye,
Or get drenched in rain
Like a farmer’s son.
Old days have enjoyed them all.
That green tree
No more there,
City’s claw has removed,
Roots of its existence.

Is it only that lonely tree
Has been killed by city life!
Did not you see the tears of ocean!
Her tides,
Like a beloved lady
Wanted to wipe out
All weariness of humankind.
And in exchange
Modern life poisoned her heart
With all its senselessness.

When the day,
Wants to hide her face,
From shame.
Men are still preying,
What else is remaining?
What else is  faraway?

When daylight disappears,
They declare
Now penguin’s blood is our subject matter.
Or if this world becomes a bomb in fire
Then we shall hire
Our extraterritorial neighbor
To settle us in space shuttle,
Above the earth atmosphere.
So, the day unwilling to wake up any more.
Only the red eye of sun wakes her up.

Remember how morning birds
Use to sing melodies,
To wake her up.
All that resonance is missing,
As dew fell from leaves to leaves.
Glorious smile of shining water drops
On a lotus leaf
Cry alone now.
Misses how pleasant was twilight’s tune.
In today’s day
Who is there has time for them all.

But every year
There are seminars
To declare
Those entire glorious chapters
Sun, moon, even heaven is not too far.
And many more
All are in the memory of a computer.
But today’s day
Redeye of sun wakes her up.

She doubts,
Are men no more sacred now!
May be like polluted water,
As sacred from holy Ganga river.

So one day,
Jesus asks to the heart of mankind,
You have achieved so much,
Your glorious days are here,
Then why you still keep me crucified!
For how many centuries
Shall I remain!

Human child knows age-old answer
‘Its your greatness
To remain there,
So we worship!’

Only red eyes of sun
Wakes another day up.
A day -
No dew falling on her lap.


Copyright © Goutam Hazra | Year Posted 2013

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Spring Brings Peace

Give me a season....give me a reason...to start anew
It's gonna be autumn soon and the leaves are dropping like dew
Give me a season...give me a reason...to change color
I bet I'd be the color blue....Ohoohooooh... But I'm just a blur
Give me a stairway...teach me the baby steps...to start anew
It's gonna be a tornado...pretty soon and the wind is blowing so true
Hold my hand...hold it tight...give me your trust...give me a sign of contentment
I bet you're the color yellow...like the burning sun....ohoohoooooh...we'll set up a tent

We'll be together at last...the ocean won't separate us...ohoohoooooh no!
We'll be partners at task....the mountains won't make us give up...ooh ooh no!
We'll be together all the time!
We'll be together...no matter what time...
What season...what day...what hour
We both got the power
And we won't cower!
We will blossom up like a flower
And we will be as vigilant as a tower! 

I'll change the season to spring time
Just for you...just for you...
I'll obliterate the darkness and destruction...I'll wipe off the grime
From your hand...from your hand
Our friendship will never cease
And we'll create peace...
Peace in mind
Peace that you'll find
In the Spring time
There is a time
For peace, love and hope
I'll do what you wish and never say "nope!"
Because we'll be working together
And we will conquer!
And we will be stronger!

And we'll create peace...
in due time...we'll have peace in mind
Peace that we'll find
In the Springtime

Copyright © JW Earnings | Year Posted 2012

Details | Light Poetry |

Springtime Dawn

Early I came alive this spring morning,
Shorter was last night, I realize 
Gone were those hours of darkness
It’s time for the novice to arise

Looked on the nature with panoramic view
Spread was the greenery around,
In the palms of picturesque mist 
The season of spring could be found

Rambled alone along the street,
 Vacant was the boulevard
The silence of human kind,
Invoked in me a fanatical bard

Impaled by a ray of sun,
The universe was set to brighten
And in the universe of me,
Was set the soul to lighten

Copyright © Neha Godambe | Year Posted 2012

Details | I do not know? |

Life Is Like

Life is like a warm summer day;
Full of obstacles and delay.
Like is like a summer past;
No single moment will ever last.
Life is like some winter snows;
It has its high points and its lows.
Life is like a winter sky;
Beautiful, until the day you die.
Life is like an autumn wind;
Chilling you through 'til the end.
Life is like an autumn moon;
Foretelling of something coming soon.
Life is like a spring rain;
Giving you something to gain.
Life is like a spring child;
Always smiling, always wild.
Life is short,
So live it tall
And God will see
You through it all.

(Dedicated To Ebony Webb R.I.P)

Copyright © Kaci Jo Atteberry | Year Posted 2011

Details | Haiku |

Sakura's favourable conditions

Hannah under cloudy                                                                                                   pink tree petals drop like snow                                                                                     winter passed peace

Copyright © John Beam | Year Posted 2013

Details | Sonnet |

Where Weeping Willows In Silent Peace Grow

Where Weeping Willows In Silent Peace Grow

Where weeping willows in silent peace grow
clear mountain streams feed beauty of Snow lake.
Spring rushes down waters from melting snow
earth's most natural, nothing there is fake.

When blue sky smiles upon cabin below
contented man wakes to enjoy the scene.
Nature and its great wonders do so glow
in blue lake waters, ducks swim, feed and preen.

Down to lake shore he goes to catch his meals
adventurer basking in Nature's sights.
This is just how treasured paradise feels
satisfied days, heaven's bright star filled nights.

Where weeping willows in solitude dance
such a sight can put a man in a trance.

Robert J. Lindley, 11-10-2016


Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |

The Romantic Hut

The romantic hut
Sights holding
As from a bud
Flower blooming
Smell spreading,
For the beauty
Birds are singing,
Butterflies dancing
Saying it is spring,
It is spring,
Come all out of door,
Have a tour,
Sing a tone for life,
Life is nice, rich,
All are wealthy,
No one is poor,
Help one another
To be really happy.

Copyright © Muzahidul Reza | Year Posted 2016

Details | Narrative |


Nothing is more delightful
and simply remembered by a sweet word...
than a walk through a green forest,
to find a remote spot on a low hill
and put those daily worries to rest;
the anxious eyes long for that vision
of a last, unforgotten season: 
the gentlest rain which brings
a familiar fragrance from other lands...
when spring hides its flowers!

Whenever the lonely poet dreams,
his unerring hand is quicker that  the flowing streams:
the distant vison of his flourishing thoughts
is carried to unseen places; 
and all he wishes is to feel  a sublime peace...
when spring hides its flowers!

The wishful child ,led by his mom ,searches 
 the leaf-covered paths with a sorrowful glance,
even the robins and blue-birds can't confort him,
 or give him some kind of hope for his unleashed whim;
and will he relish the joyful promise of each year,
as a gentle hand caresses his blonde hair...
when springs hides its flowers from his zealous eyes,
and one of those adolescent dreams unexpectedly dies?

I, once, was like him:  curious,cheerful and so restless:
seeking surprises in unexpected places...
finding myself in front of simple wonders
that couldn't  be perceived by the adult mind,
as if they were another mystery, not the creation of God...
when spring didn't hide its flowers!

Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2008

Details | Choka |

Scentsational Spring

Plentiful the scents
Flowers of bright colors bloom
Upon trees, by river bends
In fields and meadows.
Fiddle of the bees
Silent dance of butterflies
Upon the songs of swallows
In concert style.

Nature rejoices
Because true love is in the air 
Breathe in as its wings deploy
And find peace so fair. 

By CarolineCécile
Copyright © 04.23.11

Copyright © Caroline Cécile Delacroix | Year Posted 2011

Details | Free verse |


A playful brant swam on the pollen-dabbed lake.

A dipper perched on a dog-wood tree so dazzling and aromatic,
he neither decided to stay nor go although his companions were gone;
he had a white head and gray wings feeling a bit too romantic...
seeking through green branches a lonely warbler hidden in a cosy place,
and there he hoped to confide his dreams while he turned artistic.

A restless bittens
searched the tall, sun-dried reeds 
of a river not so calm...
did she find some food like bluegill,
not to make her stomach growl?
She kept on searching 'till dusk!

A tawhee snoozed on the smallest spruce...
waiting for the evening to fall. 

Written by Andrew Crisci
for Constance La France's contest,
" For ( Four ) Beautiful Birds "
May 12, 2011

Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2011

Details | Free verse |


 A stroll that revealed an undiscovered spot

A playful brant swam on the pollen-dabbed lake...
oh, she was greeted by a thousands blossoms!

A dipper perched on a dog-wood tree so dazzling and aromatic,
was undecided to stay or fly alone as if all his companions were gone...
he a white head and gray wings feeling a bit too so romantic,
seeking through green branches a lonely warbler hidden in a cool place
to  of being  in a athmosphere so idylic

Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2011

Details | I do not know? |


The snow is melting on the ground and winters chill is past.
The trees are coming back to life!The sky? still overcast!

The animals are stirring from their Winter's tranquil rest,
The birds are hidden-still (poor things) but soon they'll build a nest.

The lakes have lost their frozen caps, (the streams and rivers, too)
And soon I'll look up to the sky and see it's brilliant blue.

And as I step upon the ground with it's coat so very cold,
I stop to ponder on my walk, why Winter should be so bold.

I think about our Spring (now due) and hope its beauty is nigh,
For when our winter sheds it's coat the earth will soon be dry,

For when our winter sheds it's coat it's beauty makes me sigh.

Copyright © Barbara Gallow | Year Posted 2005