Best Natural Spring Poems


Pin Fishing

I remember fondly the summer when I was nine
Catching minnows in the creek was my favorite pastime
Except I called then pin fish, I had quirky names for things
As well as bizarre behaviour, year before, obsessed with swings

Decked out in my rubber boots with a bucket in each hand
My desire to capture them day after day, I did not understand
For hours upon hours I catch as many I could, then set them free
To the top of the hill I trudge to a natural spring nestled under a tree

After taking a drink from the purest water I ever sprung from this earth
I overturn the bucket, maybe in my young mind, I was giving them rebirth
For these little minnows, it must have been a harrowing event
Or an adventure of a lifetime, for to harm was never my intent

Then off to home I go to have a bowl of long strokes aka chicken noodle soup
Giving my pin fish time to travel down hill and once again regroup
The next day I would wake up eager and a pin fishing I would go
I bet those minnows were happy when them I finally did outgrow
Categories: natural spring, childhood, fishing, happy,
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member A Wooded Trail

I was walking down a wooded trail.
Sunlight filtered in through the trees.
I came across a weathered fence, post and rail.
The fence held a hive of noisy, busy bees.

I looked across an open field.
There stood a beautiful white-tailed deer.
The buck used the bushes as a shield.
I moved a bit, he then ran off in fear.

The trees and bushes were lush and green.
So dense, that there was a hush all around.
I walked on, feeling so serene.
Beautiful and peaceful, this place I have found.

I heard the sound of trickling water nearby.
I looked around and found a natural spring.
It came from the mountains, a fresh water supply.
Nature has given us everything.

The sunlight was beginning to fade.
It was time to leave this special place.
What beauty this day had displayed.
I am leaving with a wistful smile on my face.
Categories: natural spring, appreciation, beautiful, beauty, nature,
Form: Quatrain

Premium Member Ballade To Mature Beauty

Easy comes beauty in youth’s natural spring,
But with age its mellow dimensions grow.
Like to a bud, a full bloom, age will bring.
With grace its beauty does ebb and glow,
Its liberty allows its new functions to show.
Mature beauty is and will be admired always,
Youth’s beauty and its esteem goes to and fro,
But ageless deeper beauty has endless days.


Mature beauty has a melody to sing,
And this it releases so that you will know,
The elegance and blessing of its echo’s ring.
The evidence of a mind is part of its show,
For it opens tastefully with a view to bestow.
Ageless beauty never lacks for praise.
The beauty of life’s spring may lose its glow,
But ageless deeper beauty has endless days.


In poetry and melody its praises we bring,
For mature beauty’s many dimensions we know.
With fervid dignity I see it take to wing,
Giving the young buds an inspiring show.
May you long guide youth as they grow,
Leading them in elegance the celestial ways.
So youth will  know how easy beauty may go,
But ageless deeper beauty has endless days.


Now young buds aspire to full blooms grow,
And become worthy of nature’s timeless praise.
Allow your charm in majesty and grace to glow,
And may your ageless beauty have endless days.
Categories: natural spring, art, happiness, health, imagination,
Form: Ballade

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Eternal Spring

With each stone,
A certain size,
A distinct color,
Water flows gracefully
Over each backbone of the brook.

Along the brook,
The water is pristine,
Yet calm and quiet,
Rolling over stones
And pebbles, the water streams into
A natural spring.

The spring dwells
Eternal life,
Once drank,
Life everlasting.
Offering life after passing.
Categories: natural spring, beautiful, devotion, dream, faith,
Form: Free verse

Secret Whisper

Ahh, as you seat there under the twilight of the night, who would have known you were my destiny. For now, you are the means of me beneath Orion, Earth, and sea. The sages of Rome and the Gods of the Greeks; Athena, Heroine of Venus pay homage to the love shared between us. All shall add our names to songs of their history.

I yearn to become a part of you down to the very core of your being. My place is with you and to be always in your grace. I whisper your name in the secret crypt of my covenant; that no other man alive can witness your worth to me. For you are for me… and me alone. 

Whenever I hold you in my arms, I control all time and space. Whenever I look into your eyes, I stand face to face with the immortals… all those in Heaven. Your eyes, your lips, your touch on my flesh, the smell of your skin   Ahhhh…The taste of you, the breath of you, I … 

Exhaling to release the passion of my love for you, I yield momentary rest. Gathering my thoughts, I silence the ego of my vanity of knowing it is I who wash my soul in the waters of your natural spring and is revived; I who eat the fruit of your garden and bear the strength of 10.

I chuckle at the mere mortals that walk the earth as men. With you, by my side, I am the royalty on which Nobles stand. I am the might of Hercules and the power of Zeus. By the roar of the greatness of the lion “The King” ... I hold immense pride in bringing you to heights of mountains, to the falls of its waters, and the pleasures of its wonders. You’ve captured me with the force of tornado winds, and on your wings, I am carried still. 

 07-05-19
Written for a contest. Placed as N/A. Not sure why.. As a woman, I have witnessed men dominate, rule, and conquer for the love of a woman. This is what I believe went through their minds.  As per history..per-sae.
Categories: natural spring, for her, i love
Form: Classicism

I Am Free

I am free like the graceful hawk
Bobbing and swaying effortlessly in the sky
I am relaxed like a mountain
Firmly rooted and embracing the spreading earth
I’m happy like a playful child 
Jumping carefree on big rocks beside the river 
I’m blissful in my fountain heart
Joy endlessly bubbling up from that natural spring

The hawk has perfect awareness 
For destroying it’s well hidden and tricky prey
The mountain is the solid ground
 Unaffected by fleeting forms that come and go
The child is the intrinsic joy
That arises recognizing inherent truth 
The heart is the source of being
Primordially faultless and unchanged by life
Categories: natural spring, spiritual,
Form: Bio


Senryu 6

natural spring water
black bear sits down for food
kid out in the open
© Bobby Jay  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: natural spring, adventure, anger, child,
Form: Senryu

Premium Member Mom's Birthday

Mom's photo album (in the attic, somewhere?)
Ah! Found it by an overdue book (from a library, somewhere?)
There's mom with a Mountie (in Canada, somewhere?)
Mom by a natural spring (in Maine, somewhere?)
Mom in the kitchen (at Aunt's, somewhere?)
Mom is saluted, holds a folded flag (Vietnam memorial, somewhere?)
Mom at the church (outside, somewhere?)
Mom playing the church piano (inside, somewhere?)
Mom waves her hands by a sea (in Israel, somewhere?)
Mom eating souvlaki (in Greece, somewhere?)
Mom on a double-decker bus (in London, somewhere?)
Mom and the grandkids (in Honolulu, somewhere?)
I know there's more of mom's albums (in the house, somewhere?)

I'll finish this cake, whilst looking at pictures, until the nighttide bears, for this day is her birthday, and I know that she's with dad and they both are smiling, --from somewhere in Heaven, up there.
© Hilo Poet  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: natural spring, birthday, happy, inspiration, missing,
Form: List

Green Sickness.

Every spring a noisy revelry rise.
  In a greeny mood, green sights entice.

 Soft buds suddenly bloom.
  Smooth feathers growing calm.

 A knight chirped greet to natural spring,
  His love eyes float of living thing.

 My slight gigling, his song diped.
  With smiling lips, green rain poured.

 Greenly love sprouted at dawn.
  It become classic beauty in the lawn.

 I touch the pearl drops,
  Lights flashing at grass.

 Love memories, i forget mine.
  My trance inhale, odour green shine.

 I weaved a garland, sweet dreams with green.
  A green leaf think to be lean.

 In a martyr tomb, autumn grief.
  Loud cry, there is no tear in the leaf.

 Fondling garland groan for wreath.
  Immortal pigment again my breathe.

 The longing cherish never lies.
  The green shadow never dies.
Categories: natural spring, lost love, love, nature,
Form: Rhyme

Reign Makes the World Go Round

water cradles embryonic fetus in utero until birth
   a necessary ingredient that fosters new born and also original life
heavens relinquish liquid pearl shaped dewdrops to quench the earth
   fertilization of ova and sperm when specific conditions rife
else womb and uterus will not expand to a sizable girth
   yet despite ideal biological criteria met emotional strife
could undermine this miracle to bring cries and mirth
   as witnessed by this husband from debut of offspring by wife

whose first pregnancy necessitated induced labor so doctor could head to the club
   golf field plush with deep green swards from freshly fallen gentle recent rain
flushing out the ordinarily hidden now vulnerable grub
   from predators on land or those soaring high like an aero plane
susceptible critters helpless to escape from meteorological crafted tub
   condemned to become fodder for prey within the biological food chain
critical for balance of nature as an airport hub
   serves departure point for global travelers who rely on this networked brain
similar but not exactly like those in search of ale scout out the local pub

lick kingdom to forswear vow to abstain from drink which tonic doth wring
   appeasement like precipitation from the sky nourish flora/fauna with mead
either elixir a balm to parched thirst satiated from man-made or natural spring
   yet the latter serves the gamut of species to feed
without inebriation nor pennilessness from addiction accompanied by ka-ching
   of last red cent acquired from tireless labor or mental task  type deed
and rather than being a curse with bodily harm, the rain a blessing does bring
   watering parched land versus how former engenders violent behavioral breed!
Categories: natural spring, history, introspection, philosophy,
Form: Rhyme

Reign Makes the World Go Round

water cradles embryonic fetus in utero until birth
   a necessary ingredient that fosters new born and also original life
heavens relinquish liquid pearl shaped dewdrops to quench the earth
   fertilization of ova and sperm when specific conditions rife
else womb and uterus will not expand to a sizable girth
   yet despite ideal biological criteria met emotional strife
could undermine this miracle to bring cries and mirth
   as witnessed by this husband from debut of offspring by wife

whose first pregnancy necessitated induced labor so doctor could head to the club
   golf field plush with deep green swards from freshly fallen gentle recent rain
flushing out the ordinarily hidden now vulnerable grub
   from predators on land or those soaring high like an aero plane
susceptible critters helpless to escape from meteorological crafted tub
   condemned to become fodder for prey within the biological food chain
critical for balance of nature as an airport hub
   serves departure point for global travelers who rely on this networked brain
similar but not exactly like those in search of ale scout out the local pub

lick kingdom to forswear vow to abstain from drink which tonic doth wring
   appeasement like precipitation from the sky nourish flora/fauna with mead
either elixir a balm to parched thirst satiated from man-made or natural spring
   yet the latter serves the gamut of species to feed
without inebriation nor pennilessness from addiction accompanied by ka-ching
   of last red cent acquired from tireless labor or mental task  type deed
and rather than being a curse with bodily harm, the rain a blessing does bring
   watering parched land versus how former engenders violent behavioral breed!
Categories: natural spring, allegory, dedication, devotion, inspirational,
Form: Enclosed Rhyme

Pumping Fast..

Pumping Fast


Beautiful trees.
Green leaves shadow underneath.
Like a canopy.

A small natural spring.
With natures rocks.
Covering life’s drinks.

There is not much grass. 
Much pebbles, trails, then sand.

Birds chirping. 
Peacefully walking singing.

Heart started pumping fast. 
Just a deer that ran past.
© Jack Reed  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: natural spring, animals, life, nature
Form: Imagism

Premium Member White Tiger King

With all-knowing third eye the white tiger king floated to Arkansas
In his sculpted golden Venetian gondola, in that majestic way he had.
Regular Italian tigers hid behind birches, quietly but respectfully in awe.
Many were intimidated as they watched him float by, others glad.

They had not had a tiger king for many centuries, so this was new.
The lagoon’s waters were warm, caused by a natural spring.
Mimicking birds took time to fan off the king with feathers of blue.
Peasants and minions stood at attention, marveling at the tiger king.
Categories: natural spring, 4th grade, 5th grade,
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Relationships Difficult To Imagine

It's difficult to imagine
a liberal hearing "capitalism"
where a conservative fears too progressively individualistic
ego-investments in "liberalism,"

It may be difficult to imagine
too liberal with win/lose secular commodification
of fragmented life,
choosing majority rule democratic process compromises,
sacrifices of disorganized rabblish losers
rather than a salvific species 
of liberally lavish empathic lovers,

Played as if we were win/lose tokens
in an epic Monotony Game,
each autonomously hoping to be reborn 
into privileged status,
to wear the final egocentric crown
before all the less fortunate losers wander off
in cynical despair
of ever winning life's final multi-regeneration
love lottery.

It's difficult to imagine
a too liberal Both/And RightBrain
patiently suffering,
tolerating,
sometimes recklessly codepending on
a too conservative Either/Or LeftBrain
monoculturing 
capital-hoarding economist,
a strictly utilitarian
technocratic
patriarchal
bureaucratic monopolist
monotheist,
sleepy and unfeeling narcissistic monotonist.

It's difficult to imagine
a LeftBrain
dominated only with win/win compassion
to restore global Earth-centered justice
and multiculturing peace
as a more appropriate response
to climates of bicameral partisanship,
inside Left with Right hemispheres
as outside West with East,
conserving both transcendent sainthood
and not losing incarnate soul,

Playing nice together
to Win liberally compassionate multicultural empowerment
and Win sacred conservation of health-wealth economies
evangelical
natural-spiritual therapeutic
ego/eco-governance.

It's difficult to imagine
living fully without original primal
double-binding
not-not ZeroSum nurturing memory
of EarthMother's wombed Paradise,
spoken through listening voices
of transubstantiating DNA instructions
for personal through global resilient 4D regeneration.

It's difficult to remember
when LeftBrain natural spring health
also meant RightBrain spiritual autumn wealth
of economic-ecologos 
listening-speaking empowering co-passion.
Categories: natural spring, future, games, health, imagination,
Form: Political Verse

Can It Be That We Are Just Floating

can it be that we are just floating
happy we are without care as we journey
the carolina blue skies provides the motivation for each mile we cross
where we go is the camera to the picture of more
we never thought we would be here for we know what we would be doing if we were still alone
however we do not think about that as we cross a certain state line
the back roads only excite us more
all sadness, though a thing of the past, defines who we are and is still the reason that we are doing this
we know that we cannot wish or regret our past away, so we just accept that it was and move forward from there
as we get closer, we take a moment to just be silent and let it all sink in
see, a short time ago we were overexerting ourselves on outlets and denial
without knowing it, we were only increasing unneeded toxicity to our individual selves
now here we are, full of natural spring water but still remaining thirsty
can it be that we are just floating
so at peace we are in the warm aftermath of essential repentance 
God opened this door that we are carefully bursting through
however we laugh despite ourselves because we know good and doggone well that we, for once in our lives, are not trying to be careful....
© Marty King  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: natural spring, blessing, god, journey, spiritual,
Form: Free verse
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