Spring Sea Poems

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Details | Sonnet |
I love it when Spring finally comes The buds showing their little sprouts Yes indeed from this seasons of four I'm awake many sleeping plants shout I love it when I walk through the parks When these buds turn to a sea of green Forgotten are the plants being so stark This birthing season just has to be seen I love it when I sit on the park benches When the breeze caresses Sakura trees The airs scented by their pinky blossoms Mother nature and man in total agree When I retire I'll grow a green thumb for I love it when Spring finally comes

Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2015

Details | Pantoum |
In winter’s white, as angels cry
for early spring to warm the wind,
to bring to life with gentle sigh,
in love, the bitter frost has thinned.

For early spring to warm the wind,
at Valentine’s romantic calls,
in love, the bitter frost has thinned,
where dancers twirl amid stone walls.

At Valentine’s romantic calls,
rebirth of nature’s light divine,
where dancers twirl amid stone walls,
and blossoms pastel shades recline.

Rebirth of nature’s light divine,
when day equals the hours of night,
and blossoms pastel shades recline,
to hail the queen of May in light.

When day equals the hours of night,
a summer’s sun will come to play,
to hail the queen of May in light,
we chant and sing along the way.

A summer’s sun will come to play,
so life can grow as gods decreed,
we chant and sing along the way,
with warmth and light our hunger feed.

So life can grow as gods decreed,
the rays of sun on seeds we’ve sown,
with warmth and light our hunger feed,
the wealth of harvest is our own.

The rays of sun on seeds we’ve sown,
in autumn breeze that chills the heat,
the wealth of harvest is our own,
as gold and red belies our feet.

In autumn breeze that chills the heat,
a year that ends with blessed Samhain,
as gold and red belies our feet,
the call of Ancient’s name to reign.

A year that ends with blessed Samhain,
to bring to life with gentle sigh,
the call of Ancient’s name to reign,
in winter’s white, as angels cry.

Copyright © Jemmy Farmer | Year Posted 2009

Details | Narrative |
Before spring came, in late February
to the blooming and jolly hills 
I ran, breathing heavily and frantically,
touching the perfumed blossoms 
of a solitary, old cherry tree;
and underneath it I sat writing poetry
that hadn't a perfect rhyme and beat! 
Weren't my skills marred by imperfections?    

Canaries and red-breasted robins
flew down and rested on my outstretched legs;
perusing my lines to spot their names,
and when they did, they flapped their wings in gladness!
I could have imagined their joyful words,.
if only they had acquired the gift of speech,
and deeper in their thoughts I would have reached:
to dispel the myth that they had no feelings...

After my short poem was completed,
I reached for my harmonica to play my favorite classic tune;
and being surprised by the paleness of the fading moon,
I dedicated that happy melody to her not to let her despair:
by waving my hand to make her farewell less sad, while I whispered,
" Silent moon, eternal companion of every poet,
what's beyond the realm of this universe?...
Tell us more of those invisible suns and planets! "

Before spring came to the dormant valley,
the mountains' peaks allowed the sun to melt their snows,
to create gushing torrents to feed its water to the dry and cracked soil,
which needed rain instead of harmful frost;
and I drank the freshest water and washed my sweaty face,
while fighting off the bees' stubborn rivalry!
That spring has come again to dress herself with incredible splendor,
and this discontent and wishful heart desires nothing more than being there!  

My theme is: Happiness In Childhood

Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2009

Details | Epulaeryu |
Risotto with shrimp and peas
Grilled romaine with pears
Lemon rolls with raspberry jam
Crisp Sauvignon Blanc
Strawberry –Rhubarb Pie
A warm breeze

Copyright © Barbara Gorelick | Year Posted 2009

Details | Free verse |

The polystyrene waves whip the sea of earth on

a Spring tide as the crows nonchalantly look on  

patiently waiting for the styrene spray to uncover 

the fishes of  the dusty dry earth to feed  their young.

Copyright © Peter Dorr | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |
The days are warming, the wheat is growing, Cold winds soon away from us flowing. The buds are popping all over the trees, and soon I'm sure will come the bees. This is my favorite time of year, for springs warm days are very near. It's still a little early I know it's true, But this feeling's so very much like the flu. I am longing to dig and plant the ground, But wait I will, until spring comes round! For many times this fever I've faced and to the garden shops I race... Happily planting and feeling so good, With the next week in snow I stood. Lessons sometimes are hard to learn, I think this time I'll wait my turn. Its beautiful flowers that I want to see, So hurry up Spring for I have SEEDS!

Copyright © Linda Etling | Year Posted 2009

Details | Rhyme |
The grasses are green...
and sky is so blue...
true spring can be seen...
in oh! what a view!

The beautiful flowers...
of colors enthrall...
share springtime showers..
from heavens fall..

The trees bear foliage...
the songbirds appear...
singing such knowledge...
of springtime cheer!

The bees come alive...
as flowers hold their heed...
then back to the hive...
with harvested need...

Good weather for days...
of sunshine perchance...
Unless raininess plays..
in vegetative advance...

Such flourishing nature..
lends spring fully cast...
thus nurtures such stature...
for summer at last.

Copyright © Lawrence Ingle | Year Posted 2008

Details | Acrostic |
Soft sun and gentle rain
Penetrate earth’s mantle 
Rejuvenating life, long dormant
In winter’s grasp; 
Nature wakes and a new
Generation of life begins.

Copyright © Janette Fisher | Year Posted 2010

Details | Haiku |
Bobbing boats
spring blows own trumpet:
wave maker

Copyright © Seren Roberts | Year Posted 2013

Details | Light Poetry |


* Placed 3rd in Brian Strand's contest, "April Footle".

Copyright © Donna Golden | Year Posted 2009

Details | Lanterne |
New spring flowers

Copyright © HGarvey Daniel Esquire | Year Posted 2009

Details | I do not know? |

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 | Free verse |
She slips from the sleeping ice.
Green, fresh, free to flow
through the great fjord.
Past the blue mountains.

She glides smoothly
over the rocks with glee,
covering them with her cool touch.
Tall evergreens cheer her on.
Waving as she courses down her chosen path,
carrying life. 

All the while never tiring!
Surging forward to join the others like her.
This vast journey ,
will not end till she reaches
The Great Shores.

Her journey is joyful.
Touching all on her banks,
leaving the gift of life in her wake.

Copyright © Gypsyof Essence | Year Posted 2013

Details | Haiku |
With colors of the rainbow
Nature's choir sings

By Robb A. Kopp
All Rights Reserved © MMX

Copyright © Robb A. Kopp | Year Posted 2010

Details | Haiku |

Copyright © Danielle Moreno | Year Posted 2009

Details | Haiku |
Warm spring afternoon
      robin hopping in my yard - 
             worm darts in his hole!

Copyright © Amy Swanson | Year Posted 2009

Details | Haiku |
Sing of Spring
    by Amy Swanson

Sun shines playfully
       tender buds reach for the sky
                        new life sings of Spring.

{inspired by Carol's "Spring Haiku" contest}  :)

Copyright © Amy Swanson | Year Posted 2009

Details | Rhyme |
Flowers stretch from their beds.
Yawning open, waiting to be fed.

Trees toss critters to and fro.
Birds chirp in tunes, putting on a show.

Rain drips off, the hanging branches.
Dark ominous clouds dissever into patches.

 A "coat of many colors" appears in the sky..
An everlasting covenant, that God is nearby.

Springtime has taken hold, as winter escapes.
A Luscious green blanket covers over the landscapes.

Spring holds promise, as nature awakens..
Bringing back to life, what winter has forsaken.

Copyright © Twelve Noon | Year Posted 2010

Details | Haiku |
Spring is not too far,
snow melts and fills the clear sea;
unexplored land waits.

Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2016

Details | Haiku |
                         THE SPRING NORTH SEA HURRICANE

                          Pussy willow slyly licked her paws
                          While heartless winds
                          Battered haughty ships into the sea

Victoria Anderson-Throop
Valdez, Alaska

Copyright © Victoria Anderson-Throop | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
the early sunshine
is calling the morning ,
the trees and 
the grass smooth as silk,
birds are gathering 
with a new symphony 
painting the Spring.

looking around
the flowers are smiling to me,
the sky sings along 
with the birds from the branches
and the butterflies start dancing free.

invited at their dance,
lady bugs with small dots
are floating gracefully in the air
and on the ground,
fresh drops of dew shinning
under the fairy tale veil.

the smell of the reborn lives
is capturing my soul
and my senses,
I embrace the wind
who swings the butterflies
and my eyes are filling
with happiness.

Copyright © andreea agarlita | Year Posted 2009

Details | Free verse |
A wound trying to heal.
I pick at grief,
like a child digs at a scab.

I'm leaving a dark dance
that winds into a night
that never ends.
A dance where pain circles,
and weaves it's seeds 
into a hilly landscape,
that lives behind my eyes.

Memories of tangled beauty
like silken grass
knot in the breath of the wind.
I pull and I push.
Like Chinese handcuffs,
I won't let go.

Dusk lights a path
that beckons me to follow
to a darkness so deep
I know it would blind me.
Lost, I listen for dawn.

A bath of morning light
so lovely, so caring
washes over me.
Shines while I trace
the path of where I've danced.
A trail of fading steps,
pale bruises imprinted lightly 
on the tender earth.

In the wind I now hear music.
It's a beautiful song I hum
while I watch a scar grow fainter.

Copyright © Tamra Amato | Year Posted 2009

Details | Haiku |
Little green buds peek
from uplifted branches to
blossom with new life.

Copyright © Sue Mason | Year Posted 2009

Details | Haiku |
Winter afternoon walk

             Acorns adorn the still path

                            Rain drops on pink buds

Copyright © Barbara Gorelick | Year Posted 2009

Details | Tanka |
her face growing old
lines of her eyes, ancient trees.
young lovers are  lost
her branches bend with spring tears.
young rain seeps deep in the wood.

Copyright © Tamra Amato | Year Posted 2009

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 | Rhyme |
It’s a day in April
having a sail on Lake Windermere
lovely views all around
feeling at peace and no fear

The trees and the hills
Look so very green
Reminding me it is spring
With all it’s splendour so clean

Leaving now in the afternoon
to sail back to Ambleside
the sun is out, thankfully
feeling it’s warmth like a newly wed bride

Such a relaxing day
such a joy to behold
such a pleasurable time
a moment forever told


Copyright © Gordon McConnell | Year Posted 2013

Details | Lyric |
I love farmland in spring 
and new beginnings 
and winning in extra innings. 
I love a fat lady singing;
barbecues, chilling, grilling; 
no curfews, imported brews;
a lime or two beautiful women;
swimming in ocean michigan.
Bonfires waterside 
with fire flies flying by;
whiskey bottle by my side;
sitting, sipping, simply wishing 
summertime would continue. 
But autumn's harvest wont be far off
and winter blowing in is looking grim.


Copyright © oldcrow poet | Year Posted 2009

Details | Rhyme |
The waking forest pines;
They shiver slight with cold –
A parasite still clinging
To winter’s loosened hold

Expressions of misleading sky,
Appearing soft as down,
Betrays the battlefield below –
A landscape scarred and brown

Two finches nestle side by side,
And sing of warmer days to come,
But from the frost they cannot hide,
Until the spring has fine’ly sprung

The smiling sun, it plays on melting drifts:
A foolish child than shines without a care,
But little warmth does his display now give
To dreary forest seeming unaware

The low bent willow mourns her loss of green,
As bitter droplets fall into the pond;
Her only solace – knowing that her seed
Will flourish in the many days beyond.

Copyright © Nick Ruff | Year Posted 2008

Details | Free verse |
Winter-spring canon 
Incensed along Jacob's Creek
Like watery angels thought less from clouds above
Canopies of light make soft their entrance
In clucking-pig-progging-and-a-yip-yip-yipping
A shuft-and-shushing of large glass doors
Round about our ways of going
Slipping on the wet pages of our
Winter-spring canon

Copyright © Matt Caliri | Year Posted 2010