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Spring Stress Poems | Spring Poems About Stress
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Play The Radio
Get Up And Dance All Night Long
Music Heals The Soul
Copyright © humble b | Year Posted 2012
touch the meadow’s hem
feel the stitching of the seasons
binding wind and sun
submitted to – Traditional haiku – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Debbie Guzzi
Copyright © John lawless | Year Posted 2015
Effulgent sun proffers love
Above the undergrowth…of
Thorns and weeds
The moon unravels wonders
Copyright © JW Earnings | Year Posted 2013
Springtime fills one with hope
the cold of winter has gone by
it’s all a memory of times past
cold frosty morns makes one sigh
But now spring has sprung
brightness looks down from high
snowdrops are sprouting up lovely
the birds are singing in the sky
The gardens are asplash of colour
it’s sight opens your eyes wide
so beautiful splendour all around
no words adequately can describe
This is what makes one awaken
to say hello spring morning
welcome it with your open arms
another new day is dawning
( some thoughts of a few months ago approaching the threshold of Spring,)
Copyright © Gordon McConnell | Year Posted 2016
The waters clear as I stand by the river
I see the reflection of someone long ago
As the storms come in I know I can't let you go.
Rain pours at times in this life you've given
But the shadows fade when my prayers have risen
Your love for me I've never new until now
When I see the waters clear, my reflection seems so near.
As time goes on I know you are near
Just seeing the way you help me stand
Just seeing the way you remove the fear
It helps my weakness seem so clear
That without you I am small
But as I take your hand, the walls get knocked down
The waters clear, the reflection I see now,
is you in me, this my Lord helps to make me free.
Written by://©Betty Bolden
Copyright © Betty Bolden | Year Posted 2013
The years passed, things never did get better..
Her Garden Club was the only thing that held her together
The mental abuse had taken it’s toll...
As far as he was concerned he owned her soul..
She now felt she had no recourse..
And decided she had to find a source..
To end this life as she knew it..
And move on without the commitment...
It was a Friday one cold winter day..
He told her he was going to Vegas to play..
But we have no money, you said yesterday..
No, YOU ! have no money he said and...
I wish you were dead...
He had bragged for years, this day would come
When he would choose another one..
But before I leave...he had a request..
Make me my favorite dinner...for me and a guest
She is younger than you and oh what a catch..
So she went to the freezer to find and fetch..
A suitable roast for he and his guest...
She found just the right thing for his favorite meal..
A large leg of lamb, or was it Veal ?
It was heavy, about twenty pounds she thought...
What was I thinking when this was bought ?
Back in the kitchen, he was still raving...
About how useless this marriage was of saving...
I really don’t care what happens to you...
But I’ll see you get nothing, not even a shoe...
With that she swung the 20 pound roast...
It smashed in his skull, he was dead right away...
Oh my, she said, what a way to start the day...
She grabbed the roast and put it in a pan...
And began to figure out a plan... of what to do with this man...
She thought for a moment and remembered the strife..
That went with her ordering that “ Ginzu “ knife...
It was a TV offer she couldn’t pass up, never needed sharpening....
and cut thru bone..order one now and get one free..
It was the first and last time she used the credit card and that was in 1963.
The knife worked well, she thought , now that was a bargain
Placed the parts in a bag and headed for the garden...
Body parts were buried in the dirt..
And she smiled upon the burning of her shirt..
She took the roast to her Garden Club meeting..
It was a special event and guess who was speaking ?
The Chief of Police and his subject was on spousal beating..
And by the way he said he would like the recipe for his wife..
The weeks went by, she was happy everyday...
And then it happened, is was the first of May..
The big event she had waited for all year..
Her entry of the “ *Amorphophallus Titanum “...
Oh how proud she was...when awarded top prize..
A very rare plant, said the Judge...and has a very weird odor..
And it’s not very pleasant...as a matter of fact
It smells like rotting meat , said another, sorta sour.
Which is why said the Judge..it’s commonly called the ...* Corpse Flower..
* Native to the rainforest, flowers are rare and if it blooms,
Is one of approximately 140 recorded in history...
Most recently on display in New York City in 2012...
Copyright © kj force | Year Posted 2013
friends don't stop asking why i don't
when for the words the will is lost
when the price they give, don't cost
but, pain and energy to the utmost
and then they ask whether i would
when for the rhyme i need a mood
while here in the town life is crude
no one knows, to live more if i could
i need to give my pen a breath
and on a paper ,i spit my wrath
i need a feeling soft not math
when you lost the blood it's death
i need the moutain to be strong
i need the fountain, oh , how i long !
i need to hear the twitter of bird
in the deep woods, there, is my world
the words don't come easy as before
they hurt the head and the heart's sore
they need a bird to twitter the rhyme
and a soft breeze to tune a time
if you have Spring here i don't sing
if you have butterflies, here no wing
if you have roses, i have thorns
if yours sings, here my bird mourns
it's not fair when fate is wrong
and the pit with worms throng
and the days for others are nights
and the nights for them are darks
to the world i say this word
you don't have to be poet with word
you have to be human with a feel
if you don't have that, yourself* Kill*
To my friends with my regards to *Silent One* maiinly.
Copyright © Lonely Shepherd | Year Posted 2016