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Details | Quatrain |

A Spring Romance

My first sight of him was on a March day in a restaurant where I was dining. Oh lovely chance when his sweet eyes met mine. Like two lovely jewels, they were shining. The look that he gave me was a long gaze. Brazen but fresh, but like morning dew caressing a flower and making it glow. I read in his eyes “Let it be you!” Then I, like a rose caressed by the dew, glowed pink as I blushed. Though normally prim, I saw him stand up, his eyes glued to mine. Emboldened, I smiled and stared back at him!’’ He walked to my table and sat down by me. Together we dined and chatted that day. Two hearts and two minds with longing reached out. The whole afternoon slipped quickly away. With the day’s ending, together we left. In the clear evening, he said so softly, “I know the stars, and you’ll see this night there will be stars, dear, for you and for me.” There at my door, he leaned in for the kiss so beautifully soft and wonderfully long. We heard thunder! Suddenly came a spring rain. The wind, once a breeze, grew exceedingly strong. Because it was cold, I had him come in. The stars were not out, but I almost could swear they’d burst in my soul when his lips met mine. If he had faults, I thought “I shall not care!” He stayed until morning. In spite of the storm, my heart sang a song! There’d be plenty of nights filled with stars for him and for me. Life’s sweetest gifts are for those who love. Feb. 18, 2017 for THE POETS PLUCK (poet of your choice) Poetry Contest of Mystic Rose My first poetry book when I was a teenager was an illustrated Hallmark edition called "Those Who Love" by Sara Teasdale. I have chosen almost half the titles of poems in that book to compose this poem. Her style is romantic and often melancholy and uses many metaphors. Teasdale's poetry has been a wonderful influence on me.

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2017

Details | Lyric |

A Loving Kiss

In a silent beckoning From the hearts loving call Where a simple day of beauty falls A white rose opens So pure so free And wings of love In you In me Take flight beyond To drift so free Each delicate petal Of silken love In wind blown dream Rise above Where painted gardens In rainbow mist Flouish beneath A loving kiss

Copyright © Rick Parise | Year Posted 2017

Details | Sonnet |

That Spring Love in Your Eyes

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

Details | Sapphic stanza |

Enticing romance

Springtime, yellow daffodils nodding  gaily
Tulips open like poppies in the sunshine
Plush grass sprouting creating luscious cover
Enticing romance

Copyright © Seren Roberts | Year Posted 2015

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 | Free verse |

Love in Spring

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 delightful moments of unbridled felicity, as our hearts and bodies sensuously entwine, 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.
01-24-2016 10-Word Challenge by the Silent One plethora - evanescent - felicity - rhapsodic - idyllic dulcet - chrysalis - radiant - sapphire - talisman

Copyright © Pandita Sanchez | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |


Last league of March, after spring had reached its peak,
I opened my doors to abeer.
And sunshine.

She grinned, 
And shrieked in delight when I caught her.

The saffron on the curves of her hips is mine. 
The azure on the rise of her breasts.
The dark, raunchy purple on her lips.
The vermilion on her forehead is not,
And when dusk fell, it drew her away from me.

Date: 29 / 10 / 2016
This poem was written in celebration of 'Holi', the festival of colour. The idea was to draw a parallel with the tale of Radha-Krishna, which itself is a story of an affair. 

Copyright © Tamal Kundu | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |

I don't know

“I just don’t know.”
You ever have that feeling,
That sinking feeling,
Where you try
And you try 
And you try
To wrap your 

Yet all that 
comes to mind

Where you have to
“I don’t know”
Because you cant
“I don’t know”
Tell what the right or wrong
move is.
Is there even a move
Or is it just you?

You see
“I just don’t know”
Do I like you?
Do I like the thought
of you?
Of you and me?
of us?
Or am crazy
Because of you?

I can’t explain it
I just know its
“I don’t know”

There’s hardly any time
Yet with you
I seem to forget about time
If only in our moments
Until I’m pulled away knowing
There’s never enough 

I know so little
Yet I’m pulled in
Strapped in
For a ride
I know
“I don’t know”
Will either make me
Or break me
“I just don’t know”

Yet like a bee
Enticed by that sweet
oh so sweet
I run to thee
I’d swim to thee
“I don’t know”
I’d even sing for thee
And believe me
I cant sing
That much
“I know”

You see there’s 
Things I know
But I’m afraid to show
About me
What nerdy
Things could I hope to show
A sun-flower
Unlike me

You see
To me you’re
Spring to my lips
You’re the cool drops of rain
I hope to catch on the tip of tongue
The dew
On thin blades of morning grass
I envy.

“I don’t know”
Call me old fashion,
Im a dying romantic,
Hoping to count each seed of yours
Under the moon’s bright light
Each seed
A different story
Story of you

I may not love all of them
Im only human
You probably won’t love 
All of mine
God knows I'm only human
“I don’t know”
I may just love
All of you

Copyright © Cirenio Gonzalez | Year Posted 2017

Details | Verse |


imagine the rainbow being
the dark tunnel 
you've been stuck in for years

the lighthouse on the horizon,
the beam 
that gets brighter as it nears

get soaked in the rain,
feel the sun in your heart,
let go of all your fears. 

Copyright © A.O. Taner | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |

The seasons of us

when winter comes and skeletons of trees

stand starkly upon the snow

i will think of you

and your head on my lap before the fireplace

skating on the gaunt, deep pond 

where we made love on brighter days

hot chocolate and fired brandies

and standing at windows while flurries fell


when it is spring again and trees bear promises

as islands of snow die slowly in their shadows

i will think of you

when all was alive again and you believed in us

within the world of nest-making and streams going home

making bouquets of foothill flowers

constantly profaning the word “forever”

and imagining that winter was forever gone


when summer is upon me with sweltering wrath

i will come to the forest where we walked and

i will think of you

where we were prone beneath the well dressed limbs

in a canopy above us, fitted into one another like lovers

by the quarry lake where you were covered in beads of water

and the sun loved you and glistened upon your body

where i looked at you as one would view sunsets or miracles


autumn will come with all its dark omens and i will walk 

upon the crisp leaves made spectacular by death

and i will think of you

where the earth wore its gaudy colors while ours had faded

into the murky hues of uneasiness and fear

and soon the trees will awaken alone and naked to the world

and i will understand their plight in a box called home

where once laughter lived and life was wonderful


there was a time before seasons and sentiment

when small, gentle hands covered my eyes with giggles

and you gasped, “oh, i’m sorry!  i thought you were someone else!”

i smiled then and replied, “i am.”

it was the spring of us that led into the caldron of summer passion

before time and treasons took their toll

before reality and reason tore the glitter from our eyes

and our autumn came that condemned us to our winter 

Copyright © DAVID ELLSWORTH | Year Posted 2012

Details | Italian Sonnet |

Springtime Affections

My love, your breath, fresh as a spring breeze,
Caresses my face, with a wondrous tone,
As your sweet lips, approach mine, we moan.
For expectation, of such pleasurable tease,
For there is no time, for emotions to please,
Our brief moments, are barely, only a loan.
For passion delivers, future beautifully alone,
Our ecstasies of movements together, appease.

After spring, before the heat of summer time,
Our ardor grows; grows within each heart.
Our touch, Heavens blessing, to each other,
These moments, hours, days have no crime.
Together forever, our souls, never part,
Our spirits are free, to love; never smother.

Copyright © cecil hickman | Year Posted 2013

Details | Verse |


Standing out in a field alone, a little white flower named Daisy longed for someone to share her world.
One day a blue flower named Bachelor Button entered her world they became friends.
 She knew by his name that he was not the propagating kind, but that didn’t stop their relationship she called him BB short for best bud.
The seasons of Spring & Summer they enjoyed the sun, laughed in the rain and held on fast in the Fall.
Winter came it was long and hard they were both covered in a blanket of snow, not knowing whether they would ever see each other again or even survive .The snow fell     then came the ice, this went on for months.

The Sun shone brightly the first day of spring. A few days later warmth of the sun melted the snow, Daisy popped up .
 I’ve been waiting days for you to come out, said BB, they both chanted hooray!
The snow was completely gone in a few days, the birds started building their nests , bugs were crawling around ,butterflies began to visit the two flowers. I wish there were more of us Daisy said, to BB.

They laughed as the sun and wind blew through their leaves.  Then it started the sun and rain took turns until one morning the air & field was filled with the smell of flowers.
Daisy and BB looked at each other and asked what kind of flowers are these ? they’re not white like daisies they’re not blue like bachelor buttons. They did not know the birds and bugs carried the seeds from the two of them and the caterpillars buried them under the soil.
The seeds from the new flowers were then carried by the winds many miles away, they landed in fertilized gardens and flourished, although they faced danger everyday. 
as they were called WEEDS ..
 The Gardener pulls weeds out of the garden so they don’t choke the flowers, which cost a lot of money and require lots of maintenance.

However there was a Gardener who saw her friends spending hours weeding their garden , that they didn’t have enough time to admire and enjoy the labors of their love
So she set out to give a home to all the weeds ,she provided a place where they could fit in and multiply, they required no maintenance, rain provides their water .

The best part of all is their beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
 Ask my granddaughter-- What are those flowers in the garden ?
  She will answer "WILDFLOWERS " their parents were Daisy and BB

Copyright © kj force | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |


Your love is an endless melody played just for me
Sweet notes in spring and all SUMMER long
 A single ROSE for a lonely heart. 

Your love is a joyful afternoon RENDEZVOUS. IT IS MORE
than just the spirit of my leaping heart. It is as rare as a
LAVANDER ROSE. It is the MASTER OF all loves, an enigma
Never to be understood.

It pulls at every invisible heart string. It is the DELICATE cloth which binds my soul.      it causes me to aspire 
To that which has been silently DESIRED .
YOUR  Love is a MEADOW filled with VIOLET blades of grass
Each blade has its own unique name whispered on winds with

It is each and EVERYTHING  every single day and all that sings

Copyright © VAL BROOKLYN Rogers BLK PANTHER | Year Posted 2015

Details | Verse |


Chairs lined with stripes, 
green and white,
became ski jump ramps
for feelings, innocent and pure,
taking off from the edge
hoping to defy the gravity of fears. 

Only a lucky few made it,
others turned into tears
landing on the grass of Green Park
as the warm air was getting dark.

Copyright © A.O. Taner | Year Posted 2016

Details | Romanticism |

A Flower's Funeral

A sweet flower's funeral
displayed in the cold months
of snowy weather and bone chilling shivers.
A sweet flower burned away, dried up;
buried six feet under.

Oh, my sweet flower,
how you once bloomed with no remorse,
like a madman blooming with beauty
and a glorious halo over your head
shinned with such power and blinding glory.

Oh my sweet flower how you have gone now,
resting in peace in the land of paradise.
Oh, my heart it is weak when I see your face,
of once beautiful smiles and warm embraces.
I can hear your crying out to be free.

Snowing and bone chilling cold ripes at my soul
and feelings of sorrow rage through my blood,
boiling my hatred to the world, for losing your
sweet and ever glorious beauty.

What I would give away, if I could be with you
one last night, one last night together
to hold you in my arms, to smell your sweet perfume
that brings back sweet memories of you and I.
What I would do to be with you,
such romance travels through my heart in the highways
of my veins in my body, love is all throughout me,
and my heart breaks when pictures of you start to collect dust.

My love for you, my sweet flower,
is still ingering through the air,
as I travel and look upon a tombstone
which shows your beautiful name.

Come to me my dear flower,
when spring comes,
come to me my dear, sweet flower.
And bloom once again,
twice as large as last year,
and ten times more beautiful then last year.
Come to me in the first months of spring
in my dreams, so I could sit and talk with you.
I miss you already,
and my heart crys,
my eyes flood with tears of sorrow.
I miss our love we shared.
Long walks,
cosy talks,
warm cuddling embraces
and beautiful displayed in a picture frame.
Now I hear the tapping of raindrops on my window pane.
That is all that keeps me company,
that and the rose you gave to me
and a picture of you and me.
Love is endless, even when blue eyed Death comes to visit
and play a game of chess with us,
we all play our game, my love.
I shall go tonight
in my sleepy slumber
and dream of you in the times of our height in our love for each other.
My lost love, you are gone, resting in paradise,
but never forgotten my sweet flower.


Copyright © Chris Boskovski | Year Posted 2013

Details | Quintain (English) |

Reddest Rose - Five Lines

Impassioned like earth’s reddest rose,
I dress in gown of spring,
to wrap in sunlight, I suppose,
with buds of silk, to bring.
No savage thorns to sting.

Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2015

Details | Pantoum |

On the love rock---

Waiting for you here on the love rock Plucking out petals, loves me, loves me not Life's for once, lets hold hands and walk A scarlet blush, for you, my face has got Plucking out petals, loves me, loves me not Lush green grass and swaying Zinnia flowers A scarlet blush, for you, my face has got A fluff of clouds hovering with spring showers Lush green grass and swaying Zinnia flowers Soft breeze teasing, ruffling my pink chiffon dress A fluff of clouds hovering with spring showers Butterfly and blossom's romantic caress Soft breeze teasing, ruffling my pink chiffon dress Feel of fingers through my hair, your gentle touch Butterfly and blossom's romantic caress With bated breath I wait, my heart's love is such Feel of fingers through my hair, your gentle touch Life's for once, lets hold hands and walk With bated breath I wait, my heart's love is such Waiting for you here on the love rock

Copyright © Yesha Shah | Year Posted 2012

Details | Light Poetry |

A Spring day

A walk in the park
Sunny skies
Lovers hand in hand
Strolling along the promenade
Smelling the sweet scent of red roses all around
As I sit here all alone
On a park bench
Beside the most beautiful woman I ever laid eyes on
If only I was not so shy
I would have told her so

Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2014

Details | Lyric |

Garden Rose

Written August 21, 2013

There's a girl in the garden
She's messing with your rose bed
Plucking weeds out from your head
And watering the seeds in your bed

But where will she wander
When the roses are dead
Will she come back for more
When they turn back to red

She can run all alone
Write this story in stone
On concrete slabs
Of skin and bone

Copyright © Brandon Carter | Year Posted 2013

Details | Etheree |

Essence of Seville in spring

A picture I’ve saved shows a suave Spaniard on a horse. Dressed in a matador’s jacket, he’s turned to the crowd, smiling. Behind him, sitting sideways is a woman, dark hair pulled back, earrings dangling, wearing a long pink ruffled dress. She gazes happily at the man with fondness. Quietly stunning, the pair seems used to attention. They pose as I capture with my small camera. . .the essence of Seville’s spring fair: its beauty, its charm, and love in full bloom. July 23, 2016 For the Two Stanzas Contest of Broken Wings I used two etheree, one with reversed order of syllable count one to ten. *years after i took this picture, I learned something fascinating about it. Please read in my notes above.

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2016

Details | Romanticism |

She is like a Rose

She is like a sweet, smelling rose
blooming in the month of May.
Blooming with large, red peddles
sprawling and conquoring with beauty.
She is like a Spring Rose.

Her heart, like the rose is beautiful.
She stands there, blooming mad.
Her hair flowing, like the rose's peddles growing.
Standing tall and posterious, like the green, stern stem of the rose.
She is glorious and beautiful, just like the rose,
the sweet smiling rose, in the month of May.

Glorious and brave.
as the rain washes her peddles away,
and the gardener coming with his rusty clippers
to cut her away. I hold back and slowly burst to tears.
For I do not want to see my love go away.
But, like the rose she will grow and bloom once again.
And she will come back bigger, brighter and taller.

She is like the rose.
She is beautiful, like the May weather roses.
She is the red, ruby hearted rose,
that sparkles with the afternoon raindrops,
slowly dripping of the peddles.
She is like the rose, for every time I touch the rose,
I get stabbed by her pointy torns.

She is just like the May Rose.
Perfect for admiring, but not for touching.
She is like a rose.

Copyright © Chris Boskovski | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

Fuse with Spring

See us;
her in pastel
and the long strands of her hair
from the
gentle breeze of Spring

See us;
as we frolic
under the soft touch of
Spring's sun

See us;
as we fix our eyes
to each other
while Spring's rain
tenderly cools our

See us;
fuse with

Copyright © James Peranteau | Year Posted 2011

Details | Senryu |

A Spring to Summer Romance

he was not my type
but by the time it was spring
i wore that man's ring

once he wore me down
i flowered in the garden
of his sweet attentiveness
but began to droop
in the absence of his care. . . . 
July’s drought was hard to bear

that ring he gave me -
cheap like his lackluster love -
broke in mid-august

By Andrea Dietrich

(combination senryu and choka)
For Russell Sivey's 
Relationship Breakups Poetry Contest

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2011

Details | Rhyme |

A Day In Spring

The sun arose to welcome the notes
Of the soft rosebuds in spring
Clapping through the scented wind
A delicate joy proud glistening.

As idly we tread on the wet green
By the fountains and the stream
That dance upon the loving beam
Crystal spray that gently gleam.

You held me in your loving arms
To die within your tender charms
On your breast of warmth that calms
So sweet the kiss that love alarms.

So as we tread the vibrant noon
Amongst the lustre and the tune
Kiss me warm and give me soon
Loving tender on the naked moon.

Copyright © Mustapha Mohammed | Year Posted 2013

Details | I do not know? |

You, Me, Us, Everyone

Not named
Unknown to those with no curiosity
Buds, that dream of one day blooming
Being, more than they are
Flowers living
Touched by those who love
Protected by those who wish to love
Wishing to be more than they are
Buds, not truly knowing if they are ready for the world
Hoping they are strong enough 
Wishing to be the best
You, Me, Us, Everyone

Copyright © Michi Watts | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |


Spring, life flourishes
Like a gentle flower
It's time to be awakened
Your petals unfold
Inhale deeply, slowly
Eyes closed, wide open
The bouquet is sweet
Unmistakably yours
The scent is feminine
It calls my name
Whispering, loudly
Quietly you scream
Only I can hear this voice
It is for me, only for me
I am invited, embraced
Ravaged, lovingly
I surrender, take me
I am yours
You are mine

~Rick Berry

Copyright © Rick Berry | Year Posted 2011

Details | Ballad |

Spring Fever

I went for a walk one Spring day

The sun was shining up above

As I strolled  with my friends

Soon to meet my one true love

Dressed in jeans and a jacket

Almost thought whether I should

Buy a pair of hiking boots

When I bumped into my one true love

My friends had walked on up ahead

While I wondered whether I could

My kitten heels had stuck in the mud

When I met my own one true love

He rescued me, my knight, my saviour,

He lifted me above the flood

Instantaneously a look in each other's eyes

Never to part from my one true love

Copyright © theresa stephens | Year Posted 2014

Details | Light Poetry |

I'll Meet You In My Dreams

As sleep descends I send to you, Pegasus, of legendary fame
Be ready my love to ride him hard when he calls your name
Feel the muscles and sinews taught, gripped between your thighs
Join with him and take his strength the moment you close your eyes

Where he lands a spring appears, a spring flowing with love
Drink it deep whilst in your sleep and ride the heavens above
Sip your fill before you wake the spring must then fall dry
But together we will be as one my love; you will taste the tears I cry

Copyright © Mandy Tams The Golden Girl | Year Posted 2012

Details | I do not know? |

Romance in Spring

A serene place is an early spring
The peach and willows bloomed together
The shiver of the cold streams 
Ran and woke the mood romantic.

There i saw a masterpiece
No painters painted, no poets expressed
That nature all alone with grace
Provoked my witness to her art.

I saw her eyes on the glance of her smiles
I saw her shy on the whites of her face
Blush with the red that my eyes can take
Hidden with the heart of her fears from the past.

Lovely to eyes, lovable to heart
So true not witch or wizards can disguise
A Common form but simply divine
Wrote to my heart like read from a rhyme.

She speaks to my ear what i love to hear
Makes me wait in a joy impatient 
If time slips fast, so fast with her
How many days will FOREVER last?

Copyright © choning dorji | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme |

cycles of love

my mark is fresh like snow in air
brisk and mist will crisp on hair
fists ball up from risk to care
whisper and stare but all is fair
love and reason, flow like seasons
the endings blending and quite seeming
parts of hearts, tho awake or dreaming
half is seeing, the other believing
eyes align and beats will sync
eyes a line for heat to sink
taken quickly for a fall
lovers stroll through memories' hall
echoes stir sight and scent
my senses flight keeps suspense
until logic teaches what it meant
all good things come to an end
summer lighting longer days
more hours to burn for lovers lay
precious tokens we hope to stay
from constant change or parting ways
spring into action to save those astray
a few more years can cost a pay
with lives and sacrifice displayed
perhaps tomorrow will be okay
years can fly like clouds in sky
feelings revealing what to decide
and just like that were back to try
to love the same until we die

Copyright © Davin Payne | Year Posted 2012