Best For All Seasons Poems
Enticing early spring, yellow daffodils smile
As cherry blossoms flaunt an ebullient style
Pulsating sweet fragrance on butterfly wings
Yellow daffodils smile, enticing early spring
Eager for warm air, the atmosphere churns
Surfing blue waters as sandy beach burns
Donning tiny bikinis inviting stealing stare
The atmosphere churns, eager for warm air
Hugging autumn's grip, meadows turn gold
Windy pastures sway wearing colors bold
Swinging barren trees stormy winds whip
Meadows turn gold, hugging autumn's grip
Grassy fields hide, under shrouds of white
Snow showers delight painting pretty sight
Crowning treetops, pleasing cheery eyed
Under shrouds of white, grassy fields hide
April 15, 2019
Poem of the day on April 17, 2019
Placed 3rd: Your choice (4) contest by Brian Strand
Mushroom soup for breakfast
Carrot soup for lunch
Noodle soup for dinner,
Onion soup for brunch!
Chow mein soup the next day
Broccoli soup – oh Boy
Barley soup – I’m feeling sick –
But Poetrysoup for joy!
At first was spring, and everything was quenched of every thirst
Summer came, but soon was gone, it quickly played its game
Autumn, lingers here again, blows in with magic fingers
Gripping trees without a care, and painting brittle leaves
Sending cold to gild our hills with brilliant red and gold
Finding ways to rust the sky with tawny autumn days
We should fry up stacks, of buckwheat cakes, and gather stacks of wood
We'll retire, soon, find warmth, and croon, around the cozy fire
We now rehearse, the winter's curse, and will survive the worst, somehow
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For Contest: Plucky 2 By 9
Sponsored by Mystic Rose
2/23/15
When winter comes it’s very cold
You’re always near for me to hold
In the summer when it’s hot
Your iced sweet tea sure hits the spot
Then fall arrives with blowing leaves
Hand in hand walking in the breeze
Spring brings beauty and hope in life
Just like you my soulmate and wife
One wish do I have
A wish for all seasons
That folks love each other
For no special reason
No matter the situation
Yield not to temptation
Launch a world-wide renaissance
~ Make love your response
January 12, 2020
What Are Your Wishes Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke
Time for all seasons is his plan,
roaming all of nature’s land.
Flowers bloom, their brightness fade,
Waters of life, we drink and wade.
Flowers spent, with grief we cry,
gazing upon the heavens high.
In seek of comfort, joy, and peace,
birds sing soothing, grief release.
Breath of breeze whispers love,
from the Holy one above.
Trees of shelter for mortal man,
until He holds us in his hand.
Love and peace for eternity!
For: Brian Strand's
Poem of Faith Contest
Won Honorable Mention
July 1, 2010
At the spring celebration Jill had a head start
She danced across the floor straight to his open heart
Lit by love and glowing like an eternal flame
Passion in motion ere she even knew his name
When he first took her hand, she felt electrified
In the months that ensued feelings intensified
Carpet of crimson rose petals strewn on her bed
The pair gave not a thought to what might lie ahead
But when the festive holiday season came ‘round
A garland of fir branches on her head he crowned
As he knelt before her in front of the fireplace
In a blanket of tender love she felt encased
Bowing before her, he presented a diamond ring
For their love affair proved to be more than a spring fling
*Entry for Brian's 100th Anniversary poem challenge on Aspects of Love
The Song and Dance of the jack-o'-lantern
The beauty and enchantment
Of the witch
Forevermore our hearts for St. Valentine
Remembering yesterday's love
To present-day joy
We nestled together
That cold day at the beach
Holding hands
While gazing at each other's eyes
Feeling 17 again, again, and again
As we tenderly kissed
Becoming one ahh
I love you
Forever
Winter spring
Summers fall
True love
A love
For all seasons.
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Un moveable river's
Grinded in stone
Always' a season change
The sun above
Which shed's our light
The moon above
That which shines' by night
Always' a season changes
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Wet and cold chills' blow
Rarely in the sky
A star be born
A relic from time
Only to become frost
On the window panes'
Of life,
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Far away eyes' do see
No stars' by night
So many clouds by day...
Gary Fields
Poet/Author
Seems appropriate in January, when the snow has yet to stop
That the flower of the month would be a lovely white Snowdrop
Then when February comes, we've still frost on our nose
But not so much that we can't smell the fragrance of Primrose
In March we're all waiting to hear the spring birds trill
And up through the snow there pops the Yellow Daffodil
Next April showers welcome spring and we begin to see
New life out in the garden with the delicate Sweet Pea
The Lilly of the Valley represents the month of May
With tiny little blossoms, like white pearls on display
The summers now upon us and in June the garden grows
The princess of all flowers, the beautiful Cream Rose
July, full of sunshine,warms the waters of the ponds
Smiling on the Waterlily's, with their graceful fronds
In August as in Flanders fields, we see the Poppies grow
Showing off their colors, letting their beauty show
Mine is the Deep Blue Aster, in September I arrived
And though the days are cooler now, it's blossoms have survived
Cosmos are for October, harbingers of fall
But with their fragrant blossoms, warmer days recall
And what would be November without the hardy Mum
Unlike the other flowers, to winter won't succumb
And finally in December with shiny leaves of green
Holly brightens up our days, hail to winters queen
...for the Rev Eric Shirvell-Price
A blizzard of papers blanketed his desk.
His pipe rack stood like a chess piece,
mutely waiting to be shifted.
Sepia toned photographs lined the mantlepiece,
like soldiers standing at attention,
and there was a smell of stale tobacco.
Volumes and manuscripts burst
from a bookshelf, while origami figures
lined another. A coffee mug bore stains
of sherry aperitifs, and port to accompany
his after dinner cigar. Crosswords
and limericks were everywhere,
vestiges of his light and lively mind.
There were newspaper articles,
and empty fast food containers, evidence
of lonely, late night dietary indiscretions.
His vestments hung limply from a coat hook
like wraiths, belying his portly frame.
the frame which now lay in a mahogany box,
a whisper of his former self,
a shadow of the man that he once was.
the simple beauty
winter, spring, summer, and fall
delight in each one.
moral tug-of-war
King Henry VIII's divorce-
Sir Thomas no more
A Man for All Seasons.
Well Barack Obama has won a last,
The Country swayed like barley grass.
We all look forward beyond today
The people now have had their say.
The World still spins around and round
But squares itself for a brand new sound.
For hope it resonates, what a noise
A sound at last we all enjoys.
A wind of change is blowing through,
Every Country has a field of view.
Looking for this Man to lead
To banish hate and cooperate greed.
To be the saviour of this World
Accept that flags will be unfurled,
It only goes to state a case
That once there hoisted we must embrace.
That each and every man that lives
Has to face the fact he gives,
We live today to save tomorrow
We all are here on time we borrow.
What will happen now I ask
To such a big almighty task.
Let’s grab our balls and trust to luck
And ask the World to give a ####!
We have a guy who will win back
The prejudice of being black
It’s nothing new you know it’s right
I say black and you say white.
We’re all the same it is plain to see
Though some of course will disagree
The ignorant and short of mind
Those that tarnish all Mankind.
But hope is here and we all pray
That its foundations, solid stay.
We finally have given push
And uprooted that old bush.
The garden of this World is clear,
All choking weeds will disappear.
As we look forward with good reason,
Barack Obama.
A man for all seasons..
Flowers affirm my constant love for you.
Sweetheart, prepare to receive these
from January to December:
carnation, violets
daffodils, daisies
hawthorns, roses
buttercups, gladiolus
aster, marigold
chrysanthemum, hollies...
Never will I let oblivion
vanquish my vow*...
So help me, God.
( A https://www.pinterest.com/pin/578431145904755821/ and 40 words)
*Ecclesiastes 5:5 Better is it that thou shouldest not vow, than that thou shouldest vow and not pay.
July 29, 2022
2nd place, "Short verse inspired by pictures" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Lisa YY; judged on 8/9/2022.