Verse Seasons Poems

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Details | Free verse |
When the Flowers of Youth Fell

Winter stayed late that year
courting Spring with a fury.
Beautiful gifts of snow
and dazzling ice, he gave her.
It was during such courtship
I found myself lost -- adrift
in a place that once was ....
decades from this century.

Where mud and blood held hands
beneath duty and honour
and kindred flowers fell
to sounds of bugle and drum.

Smoke arose through Spring's tears.
Images of Blue and Grey
pilfered my breath as cannons 
rained thunder upon the brave.

How was this happening?
This was not where I belonged!
My time was not this place
and I wanted to go home.
Where Winter courted Spring
and snowmen fell -- not flowers --
upon the muddy ground
as snow reigned upon the brave.

The smell of gun powder
danced about my head and nose
like spirits for the faint --
arousing life ... far from home. 
"Get down! Get down! Get down!"
The half-crazed voice plunged me 
into the mud and blood
and I lay frozen in fear
beneath his weight ... and the cold. 
So cold, no hearts were beating, 
no breaths were being drawn, 
just the smell of sweat and blood.
The smell of rain and death.

Clutched tightly in his pale fist 
a tattered blood-stained note
bore the words, "Please ... for
mama ...."      
I tried but could not scream. 
And, I felt daylight passing ....

As shadows took the brave,
Winter's folly tamed sweet Spring
with final coats of snow ....
and snowmen fell -- not flowers. 

©deborah burch
3.08.2013

Copyright © Deborah Burch | Year Posted 2013




Details | Free verse |
Awake... my first breath in the quiet of an April dawn
becomes a halted gasp, caught and hung in mid air
A warm, silent smile deepens as eyes are drawn
toward the distant horizon where the face of the sun rising
Veiled by misty, morning dew spreads its warmth through
dense morning haze across skies perfectly inked in gold
and raspberry hues, making a promise of a beautiful day.


~*~

4/14/14

Copyright © Annalise Brigham...a.k.a. Audrey Haick | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |
I was thinking of the seasons
when suddenly
i was reminded of you
how you loved me and taught me
all about
the 4 seasons of you

I was dormant in my ways
confused by the meaning of the word content
but like a SPRING downpour
you drenched my thoughts
and planted a seed in my soul
then slowly my love for you
began to grow

Suddenly, in a blink of an eye
our delirious passion
was overpowering and explosive
on-going, like a relentless SUMMER heatwave
refusing to show any mercy

But as time paced itself
steadily on course
you predicted
the infectious novelty of my hungry desires
would eventually come tumbling down
like a leaf on a FALL tree
once bright with color
now, on the ground
succumbing to its eventual fate
of loneliness

In the end
no words were spoken
just a heart that was
broken...
frozen, Like a twig
brittle with frost
lying in it's WINTER grave
never to be part of something good again

I was thinking of the seasons
i was reminded of you
how you used to love me
and teach me about
the 4 seasons of you!



Copyright © Kurt Kohls | Year Posted 2010




Details | Free verse |
Winter has stolen the night,  
          A world I have always known, 
          is lost in a blanket of snow, .... 
                       with recognition adrift, and thrown
                             tossed away in the endless white

I gaze over landscapes, whitewashed in the moonlight
       Strange bittersweet etchings of silver starlight

Trees reaching high, with wild naked limbs, 
    Each branch empty handed, their twigs opened wide
          grasping for snow flakes...or something to find
            Something familiar,  that's been left behind

Drifts growing higher, while icicles glimmer
         distorting the mirrors of stars from the night

I know that the moon is hiding, somewhere, 
               caught in the winter's snow of sleep
                    Bemused are the clouds while obscuring the light, 
                          disguising the image we once knew at sight

My world flickers dim, bleaching the ground, 
   Taking my breath, until all words are gone

I cannot recall, I cannot rewind,  all the old music that I've known so well
     
             I strain to hear where summer dwelled, too thin to be recalled
                      Where all the autumn leaves once fell
                          Where seasons green wore flowered hills

They must disappear, with each thing we have known, 
           Bleached by the moon,  until they are pale
                Stars then will spin, and seasons will dim
         
                     But, then all the reasons for believing begins ....


Winter has stolen the night, tonight, and the world I've always known
                is 
                   l
                    o
                      s
                        t
                          .... in the sparkling snow, adrift in the timeless wind.
   _______________________________________________________



Written for contest: A Winter Poem
Judged 12/4/16
Resubmitted for Contest: 2/6/17
Form G or N/A
Sponsor: Broken Wings

Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2016

Details | Blank verse |
As droplets freeze half-breathed
     From the mouth of Winter
          Howling winds, foreboding
               Bring gloom to pale landscape
                    Yet the Ice Enchantress 
                         Conjures sultriness:
                              Fluttering tree lashes
                                   Snow-covered ample breast
                                        Her crystal lips invite
                                             She burns  despite the chill
                                                  And dares adventurers
                                                       To succumb to her will
                                                            Despite the threat of death
                                                                 It's futile to resist
                                                                      The cool invitation
                                                                          Which glistens from her eyes
                                                                               As she entrances those
                                                                                    Who cannot look away
                                                                                          But step so willingly
                                                                                               Into a blissful fate








First place in Constance La France's "Let it Snow" contest

Copyright © Donna Golden | Year Posted 2009

Details | Free verse |
Under the care of sun and rain
My leaves have unfurled
My buds have burst forth
My own will has been done
This was my beginning
Through the seasons
Spring brought me to life
Summer grew me to new heights
The fall must come sometime
The frost will encase my barbs
And I will return to meditation
Waiting patiently for my rebirth
For your light to peek through clouds
Your moon to hold me within night
When spring returns...
I will dance in the wind
A never ending flower

Copyright © Sam Beloved | Year Posted 2014

Details | Verse |
Full Circle

Seasons…
Mother Earth’s womb
Births Spring

Springtime…
Rebirth of life
Brings joy

Joyful
Trees and flowers
Budding

Buds spread
Petals offer
Sweet scents

Scenting
Air with fragrance
Of blooms

Blooming
Spring till summer
Fulfilled

Full rich
Long summer days
Hotter

Hot days
Of late summer
Cooler

Cool days
Transform trees to
Bright glow

Glowing
Leaves of Autumn
Soon fall

Falling
Bright leaves become
Dried life

Lifeless
Winter chill brings
First snow

Snowfall
Brightens Earth with
Whitewash

White snow
Spreads marshmallow
Splendor

Splendid
Holiday time
With snow

Snowdrifts
Disappear with
Sun’s warmth

Warm days
Of sun, rain bring
New spring

Springtime…
Rebirth of life
Brings joy

© Sandra M. Haight 2014 
   All Rights Reserved

~2nd Place~
Contest: Mussetle Train
Sponsor: Richard Lamoureux
Judged: 01/04/2015











Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |
                          Its Raining…

God’s Cleansing Tool
Cloud-Concerto… How Cool !
Plop-Plop Plopping into Pothole Pools
On the Grass, Pavements and On My Own-Sweet- Fools…

who, don’t have Sense enough, to get out of the Rain…
… I think I’ll go Join Them… Again

                               Amen

Copyright © MoonBee Canady | Year Posted 2009

Details | Dramatic Verse |
Spring comes, cool breeze flow conveying the message of peace with a pleasant and perfumed blow. Flowers blossom with redolent fumes. Butterflies worried for their marriage inviting friends,with paused tune. Linda, Sandra dress up nice, Jean, James come with smile, Andrea, Anne please come in time, Devnath, don't forget your camera mobile. Let us rush to Laila Garden, to enjoy the decoration arranged by spring the fragrance, main dish of party served by pleasant wind. Come with me to bless the couples. Flowers are brides, butterflies are grooms. Grass hoppers are there to welcome us, with melodious tune. As a beautiful tent, trees stand strong wearing emerald crown. To ensure our comfort, earth covered it's surface with carpet of grass, mild golden green. I know, you all came with gift to show your stardom. Don't worry, I am here please handed it over to me without any confusion. =================================== Written on 29th April, 2016

Copyright © Manmath Dalei | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |
I can feel him in my bones. A chill has descended on my world I can see him in the breath that forms a mist before me. I can hear him in the wind that whispers to the pines. Barren trees flex their skeletal fingers While wasted leaves plummet to their death. His presence is betrayed. I am not alarmed. I have met him before. We oft have locked in struggles between seasons, I have fended off his frozen arrows Beaten back his snow filled storms. Broken his sword of ice and forced surrender. I have left his broken spirit To wither in the pristine fields of spring. Knowing that his soul has not been vanquished. On the morrow, the ghost of winter will return And I, like a worthy foe, Will wait to challenge him again Bob Quigley

Copyright © Bob Quigley | Year Posted 2011

Details | Free verse |

spring walked the red carpet dressed in a suit of blossoming colors that released a delicate inviting fragrance. summer followed in a scorching hot vibrant green piece accentuated in bright yellow gold. autumn showed up in antique shades of reds and orange. a striking shawl dropped beneath her shoulders. winter was the last to arrive and appeared in a pure white evening gown. each and every sequence unique and separately sewn in. as each season complimented the red carpet all life showed up to marvel. Sponsor: Rick Parise Contest Name: Any Poem 12- line MAX

Copyright © Maurice Yvonne | Year Posted 2014

Details | Blank verse |
Arrow's echo

bouncing off birch trees

capturing sound in it's wind:

blue birds at the screaming peak of hunger,

rustling of ants with the last haul of insects before winter
down deep into quiet tunnels of perfectly rolled soil and sand,

the singular first drop of rain on a crackling red leaf 
still holding it's breath 'till it turns brown,

four hawks in a circular flight
bleeding the wind in wings

and me, lost in autumn

shot from your bow

last year.


Copyright © Tatyana Carney | Year Posted 2006

Details | Free verse |
Peace slips lightly
Over my shoulders
Downy in its softness
Its netting of gossamer
Floats downward
As a willow's branches
Might brush fate
And touch the unknown
I stand with beauty
I hug airiness

Fire in distant trees
Burnished red and gold
Drop their leaves
One by one by one
Spaces fill knowingly
Like a precise jigsaw
Designed by eternity
Its pieces culled from heaven
To create nature's quilt
Trembling, I embrace the birthing
I am one with change

A cacaphony of sounds - 
Caw Caw Caw
Raucous, disturbing, quickening
Tear my thoughts like glass shards
Skyrocketing colors
Shake my newfound presence
I am reminded that
Equanimity's gift is fleeting
As a cardinal's trill
Or the flash of a jay's blueness
I yield to what is


Copyright © Kathleen Kroll | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |
Midfall and nearly all the trees
Stand brown as broken sticks
Against a sky of impossible blue
And I in shirtsleeves a-walking go,
With love and longings my companions
Kicking through the drifts of colored shards
Fallen with another Summer's stealthy fading
Feeling and marveling at this piece of heat
That dropped unnoticed from her pocket.

I could believe today
In an America unnamed,
A place full of wild things and untamed peoples
A place where Spirit spreads
To ride the clouds
And sing its songs unhindered.

Nature has let down her locks today;
And who will look on her
And let themselves be consumed, entranced
By the beauty that lives on in spite of our assaults -
Who will be distracted by the miracles we move through,
Feel the surge of the sea of life all around us,
Hear the whispered prayers
In the windsigh of the sleeping trees
And watch the night come on
Announced by the rose glow behind the thumbnail moon -
Who will stand amid such things,
And not put aside for the moment
Those little cares we circumscribe our lives with,
And stand amazed to be here breathing,
Alive to feel how loving-close
Infinity holds us and claims us for its own;
Surely, not I alone.

I rest a hand on my sleeping child's chest;
Feel the heart fluttering beneath the skin
And I can sense a great wheel turning.

I wander out in the still warm darkness 
That follows this day,
To look up at the starstrewn sky
And see that great wheel begin its turning,
And stand amazed to be here breathing.

And stand, amazed to be.

Copyright © William Masonis | Year Posted 2006

Details | Free verse |
Death--- the last sleep? No the final awakening.


---Walter Scott










I am merely a thousand of winds that blow.
You will see me in the winter’s snow,
a glinting diamond glow.

Fleeting sunlight, I will become
that lingers and glows on the grain.
I will soon become the gentle autumn’s rain
that washes away your sorrow.

I will meet you a gentle rush in
the sweet mornings hush.
I will live on and not sleep
for I will not die.
In the night when you feel alone
I will not be gone for I will become
the soft night stars glow.

For I will continue on to a plane
beyond the windowpane.
You should not weep for I do
not sleep.
For I shall not die but live on till
we meet once more. 

This is not about me so no concerns this is for a friend.

Copyright © Peggy Bertrand | Year Posted 2007

Details | Verse |
Blue Bells, ring their songs of praise,
Golden Rods, give brilliant rays,
Daisies, dancing all in fun,
Asters, bowing in the sun,
Poppies, tossing laughing heads,
While Johnny Jumps up from his bed.

                            Cile Beer

written l955

Copyright © Marycile Beer | Year Posted 2005

Details | Free verse |
The great Serengeti's broad 
face lies in the African sun, 
dry, weathered, cracked, 
thirsty for the season.s tears

Storm clouds gather on her 
brow like an old lady's curls
Promises, promising
An empty promise

...The rains are too late
The children of the Serengeti 
lie down on her dusty bosom, 
never to rise again
A desperate waiting fills the 
air

At last, a single drop of rain 
falls on the delicate skin of 
the vast plain, then another 
and another

There but for an instant, 
before it vanishes into the 
scorched earth

Another drop, then ten, then 
dozens, then hundreds, until 
the broad face that is the 
Serengeti smears through the 
downpour
 
Watering holes fill and 
breach, streams and rivers run 
like locomotives 

Mysterious fish pop out of the 
mud
Sweet grasses leap up in the 
night 

Yesterday the majestic 
canvas was devoid of life 
Today, overflowing, a palette 
gorged with color and life… 

the cycle begins anew
The Serengeti awakes! 

Copyright © Trisha Sugarek | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |
that first peep of the crocus breaking through frozen earth longer hours of sunlight bulbs drawn by brief sensations of warmth like hearts that had lingered in frozen graves waiting for gestures of kindness ice melting, exposing vulnerability enticing daffodils, hyacinths, lilies often emerging too early late frosts wilt blooms premature buds succumb to April chills no headstones, no names only hope remains perhaps next spring a longer lifespan awaits hearts and flowers willing to face uncertainty again
*For Francine's "Flowers" contest by Carolyn Devonshire

Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2011

Details | Free verse |
Endings or beginnings, there's reason for change circling around me, are seasons, rearranged As we say farewell to our place in the sun Goodbye to our cove on the beach and the fun, but hello to the chores, and sweeping leaves by the door With the first icy fingers , hoar frost on the windows, we'll attack and will stack all the chairs in the garage. We'll put back barbecues, while the rake, and the hoe, are in charge of our life, till that last leaf is gone Take a cue, shortening days, and the color of dawn Dew on the lawn, wet days, and light snow, tell us that nature, abundant with harvest,.. grows and is bringing a new brilliant show. Blossoms are fading, and gold leaves are falling The acorns are dropping and bouncing like rain A north wind is brewing with clouds on the horizon promising raindrops. Jack Frost on the sill! Now is time when the year curves around, for, summer is fading, soon, and winter will fall Daylight is shrinking, with more time for thinking of pencils, and school-books and buses in yellow Horizons are purple, with brilliance that sizzles blazing the hillside, while aspens are shivering. The whole world is spread with a bright golden band shouting with color, while painting our land. Sun ripened trees, are stirred in the breeze The scent of ripe apples alive in the trees Popcorn and football, and nights at the movies Endings, beginnings, let's give them a whirl... Time for reflection, all's right with the world !
______________________________________________________ For Contest: "Seasonal" Sponsored by Shadow Hamilton 9/20/15

Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2015

Details | Verse |



nobile storm sospirando wind calling dolce vespers of light intimo, bound a song begins... _______________________________________________________ Contest~3 BY 8 IMAGE Picture #3 Poet~ Rick Parise 01-01-2015 poco a poco: little by little nobile or nobilmente: in a noble fashion sospirando: sighing dolce: sweetly intimo: intimately

Copyright © Rick Parise | Year Posted 2015

Details | Verse |
____________________________ Easy river run down vast beauty light in morning dawn crest before my eyes For Autumn rain has gone sparking light of silver grace now lay peaceful strokes on hillside of new day Each thought still remain in splashed hues of poetic verse a quenching bath of love upon soft sky of birth ____________________________

Copyright © Rick Parise | Year Posted 2011

Details | Free verse |



free as the wind
in song and verse
visions tumbling within my soul
quenching my poetic thirst

as vibrant as the wild daisy
each teardrop upon my face
I twist and turn in posy
lapping up the springtime rain 

with each pitter patter 
racing to greet my heart
I melt with each breath of beauty
drowning as I impart

forever in crystal showers
as I fall back to paint the day
from the rumbling clouds of dynasty 
quickly I am taken away

free as the wind
in song and verse

untouched purity
this euphoric poetic birth

________________________

Copyright © Rick Parise | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
Her world is as radiant as the sun,
golden as dandelions that cover
the fields and hillsides in springtime,
or the sunny faced jonquils and daffodils 
that turn winter white to yellow bright.
Her touch lingers in pools of golden carp,
in yellow bananas peeping out from 
verdant large leaves in peaceful plantations,
and in succulent golden ripe pineapples.
Her beauty is embraced by the yellow feathered 
warbler and canary who sing joyful tunes.
She resides in the golden fingers of
light that spill through clouds, and in amber 
leaves that slowly morph to red in fall when
she colors chrysanthemums and marigolds.
Earth's gold veins call out her nurturing name.
She is a divine dame...she is Mother Nature!

March 26, 2016 (rev.)

© Connie Marcum Wong

Copyright © Connie Marcum Wong | Year Posted 2016

Details | Verse |
Not a whisper, nor a word, 
just a moment in fall
A brief moment in time,
where the branches, interred,
are now kept, as a treasure,
in a frame on the wall,
and are here,  for my pleasure, ...so divine.

Stirring my soul,
in soft shades of charcoal,
that can't whitewash, or dull,
such emotion, ....that is mine, to recall

Black arches and veins,
mottled pallets of gray,
in soft fingerlings, ......exquisitely spread. 

To the depths,  I'm enthralled,
and without reason, it calls,  
taking breath from my lungs,.... uncontrolled

Now a season is mine,
whenever I pine,
to travel from spring, ....into fall


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Inspired By Giorgio's Contest: "Black and White Film Photography"
3/5/15 by Carrie Richards

Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |
The icy wind blows through
blushing our cheeks,

Eyes stinging and watering,
and mouths tinted purple.

Snow flurries whirl around us
nipping at our ears;
making our breath white and heavy.

So, we pretend to smoke.

But wide grins give away our game
With hearts purging laughter,

We look long at each other,
Eyes glinting sincerely happy sighs.

City sidewalks stretching out
Before concrete winterlands,
And you and me walking,

Holding and swinging our hands.

Copyright © Thvia Shetley | Year Posted 2010

Details | Free verse |


An episode of birds hovers beneath a marmalade moon , just for a while, as cotton-clouds sweep the brushed limbs of a sky ready to cradle the cloaks draping avian settlers; those who like us ascend on hammocks of dreams windblown by heady seasons gliding through embroidered spring, the livid lust in summer, on to a pious psalm come autumn, soon... opal stalagmites of winter: how abrupt and immediate this leaving! Here we are, beyond shadows tasting the song of evening walks soaring with Aurora’s mist vanishing into a world where permanence of cycles returns and repeats the refrains from humming rivers growing frail, until buds explode into leafy twirls sweeter than the scent of parsley on a fresh daylight…. icy, spicy, tangy. Birds tweet, to swivel back into ancestral nests much like us... wandering then yearning to kindle the fire and oil of sweet home. Somehow, seasons change… but our children’s dwellings and god ‘s grace do not. ............ 1/28/2016 For Cyndi Mac Millan's Contest FIVE PROOF: FREE VERSE THAT SHOWS IT AIN'T NO PROSE ...................... Literary devices: Assonance, Alliteration, Imagery, Mood, Synesthesia

Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2016

Details | Verse |
Untie the knot this Christmas,
Have a look inside
At the gift you have been given,
It may be to 'cool' to hide!

Undo the layers of wrapping,
Find out what's hidden there.
Be careful how you open it;
It says, "Handle with care."

Unto you this gift is given,
It's stamped 'FROM GOD ABOVE'.
He sends this blessed present,
With unrequisite love.

Understand there is no motive.
This gift is free indeed.
It's given to each person,
Who truly has a need.

Unlock your heart this Christmas,
Let peace and joy flow through.
Then Christmas will be special;
Especially for you!!

Copyright © Robert Davidson | Year Posted 2009

Details | Free verse |
I move lightly at sixty,
a little less than the max.
Any faster, and the sunflower shells I spit
blow back in my face,
and any slower and the driver behind
becomes too distressed.

I move lightly at sixty,
homeward through the rural landscape,
past barns and combines,
engine humming, without straining,
secure that I need not be anywhere,
or anything, but myself.

I move lightly at sixty,
through the longer shadows of fall,
short days and warm afternoons,
trees variegated with the leafy
nostalgias of the year past,
and the years before.

I move lightly at sixty,
the old van's engine drones
as I "OM", indistinguishable
one from the other, both well worn,
and oblivious of the
years we show.

I move lightly at sixty,
no longer with a need to lie,
or prevaricate,
in love with every woman I see,
and no longer afraid
to say so.

I move lightly at sixty,
in love with the journey,
rather than the goal.
In love with the moment
rather than the hour and 
the need to mark it.

I move lightly at sixty,
bemused by public anger over
a rappers words, knowing they
are far less harmful
than the blood shed
in my time.

I move lightly at sixty,
ready to gear down if necessary,
still able to speed up if needed
to avoid the hazards
of an overactive ego
and libido.

I move lightly at sixty,
content to be alone,
joyful to have company,
regretting neither,
thankful for old friends,
and old loves.

I move lightly at sixty,
finding that not acting,
is as important as the act,
knowing that one can be undone,
and the other, can't.

I move lightly at sixty,
like a comfortable breeze
on a fall day, a thermal for a bird,
uplift for a friend,
a drying wind for a
tearful cheek.

Copyright © ahellas Alixopulos | Year Posted 2007

Details | Free verse |
This was when the whole world measured time
This is when the light would turn around
This is where the past would come undone
and the spinning earth will mark a new beginning

Let's go back in time, to when it all began
To the breaking of new dawns
Where moments bright with fire, would light the chanting song

Where pagans worshipped sun, and danced among the trees
Wore strange masks of covered straw, and blessed cold ash with awe

Wreaths hung upon the door against all spirit's, dire 
and when the winter's grasp let go, the sun reversed the pyre

This was when the whole world measured time
This is when the light would turn around
So that spring arrives, and seeds will sprout and grow

Oh, radiant sun, stretch the day, shorten night
Return earth's darkness into light
This is where the light will turn around
And this was where the past would come undone


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5/26/16 Summer Solstice Contest Sponsored by Shadow Hamilton

Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |
Winter, a sad season, cold, foggy,
but it makes you think.

It makes you think of the past,
the present, the furture.

The best moment to think.....
is during the winter and when
you see that light out of the window.

It's the sun.....
a ray of hope.

That brings more questions
then a mind could answer.

Copyright © Margherita Russo | Year Posted 2013