Best Springing Poems
Daffodils blooming,
Robins tweeting in trees,
Pollen is looming,
Sky falling like seas.
Atlanta’s warming -
Bless it’s peachy heart.
Isn’t it charming,
The chill will not part.
Can’t put my clothes away.
Winter keeps springing up.
My woollen socks sashay.
Taunt of sweaters: “Wuz up?”
Kids hop, skip and jump,
The joy of April,
Let go of the slump -
Could be they’re grateful…
Tender leaves unfold,
Sun is inviting,
But on the threshold,
The cold’s still biting.
Can’t put my clothes away
Winter keeps springing up
My woollen socks sashay
Taunt of sweaters: “Wuz up?”
4/8/2023
Categories:
springing, humor, weather,
Form:
Lyric
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
Categories:
springing, beautiful, green, places, rainforest,
Form:
Sonnet
kissing early spring
as the sun smiles at the earth-
lovers reminisce
haiku-5/7/5
march.15.2019
writing Challenge 2
march 2019 - Haiku
sponsored by:
dear heart
Placed 4'th...Thank You
Categories:
springing, love, spring, sun,
Form:
Haiku
what will you feel
when you see
the summer
smiles their brightness
through portulaca and verbena
what will you hear
when spring comes
and flutters with
their daylight wings
through swallows and thrushs
what will you dream
through the bloomy twilights
till
the wet dews welcome
your new day
share me
not
those mournful stories
sing me
not
those sad songs
what will you answer
when you read
this
springing questions
~(c) Sukmawati Komala~
Feb 2014
Categories:
springing, inspirational,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
My Step is light with the suns delight
Springing into the elongated days light
I pass the dirty melting snow,
knowing its gone until the first cold blow!
Winter no longer matters to me,
No more steaming pipe tea,
No more pushing snow into a mound,
No more slip-sliding to the ground,
No more snow angles with frowns,
No more begging dog walks delayed,
The sun is out and Spring is on the way..
Springing in each step,
Like each is its own brand new day,
Maybe because they are no longer slowed by slushy and wet Ice cold snow.
It feels so good to step on the soft green and brown,
The base colors for Earth,
that's for sure,
but it's the beginning on the ground and beats the winter whites bore.
Colors will be aplenty as the minutes of the growing spring day
as this season springs into summer's warm, hot, and hazy vacuum ways!
Categories:
springing, spring,
Form:
Free verse
Each year Dad won the five-mile race
Proud I was of my Senior Olympics star
Always a spring in his step
I followed him; he was my North Star
It was during the Great Depression
That Dad first learned to spring back
Working on FDR’s CCC program*
Finances produced no panic attack
He sprang into action with fervor
Determined to feed his clan
Working by day, taking classes at night
Dad was a remarkable man
Even at 93, he managed to sprint like a teen
Winning the five-mile race for the last time
And he certainly kept that spring in his step
Well past a normal life’s prime
His stroke came suddenly New Year’s Day
And our family gathered ‘round
Knowing he’d not see another spring
Because eternal life he’d found
I like to think he bounds through heaven
Still preparing for a race
But feeling the comfort that can only be found
Surrounded by God’s grace
Entry for Carol Brown’s “Spring” contest
* The Civilian Conservation Corps (CCC) was formed by FDR to provide work for jobless Americans.
Categories:
springing, father, dad, spring, dad,
Form:
Rhyme
Spring
has come,
like a bride,
in green costume.
Bees buzz around buds.
Birds hop on trees.
Happy throng.
Songs they,
pour.
Feel
the pulse,
of sweet spring.
The air, so crisp.
The breeze, very cool.
Plants stay lush green.
Sun’s bright rays,
greet me,
warm.
How
my soul,
with joy swells,
in this spring time,
when life throbs around,
in hills and dales,
in all nooks
Oh, bliss
here!
Placed First
Feb. 19. 2022
Spring time Ninette Poetry Contest
Sponsor- M.L. Kiser
Categories:
springing, bird, birth, cheer up,
Form:
Ninette
Fresh dew on the grass
Flowers Growing in garden
Tulips and daisies
Waking up early
Going to bed later now
Rain comes down, nicely
Categories:
springing, nature,
Form:
Haiku
Ice cream cornet sounds
Ottowa freedom lovers
Human sleeping warm
Categories:
springing, appreciation, blessing, friendship love,
Form:
Tanka
By springing forward, we might find
The hour that we’ve left behind
Could leave us in a state of mind
Unsettled and askew.
For even if the stars aligned
With what the ones in charge designed,
Our brains may give the time assigned
A negative review.
I guess we have to be resigned
To knowing that the clocks we wind
Will, with technology combined,
Help keep our lives on cue.
Categories:
springing, change, time,
Form:
Rhyme
flapping free, the flag
with a new hope Springing
its warmth of today
4/18/2018
Categories:
springing, hope, patriotic, spring,
Form:
Haiku
Are we springing towards Spring as lamb tales adorn the wood
as these catkins catch the twilight Sun as infant snowdrops hide
in the greenery their white lights shy until they are bunches bold?
Are we to have a fast forward Spring that will confuse all creatures
even us as flood warnings are made redundant, or like last year will
Winter will return with delayed vengeance before a quickie Summer?
Categories:
springing, seasons,
Form:
Free verse
Upward rise,
Daily highs.
Skyward eyes,
Season's ties.
Crowded skies,
Southern cries,
Northward flies.
Mated prize,
Winter dies.
Categories:
springing, beautiful, bird, flying, nature,
Form:
Monorhyme
My dorm room was bright this morning. It was disorienting.
The sky outside was a cloudless, striking neon blue.
The air was so crisp and clean, I could hardly feel it going in and out.
It all sparked to create a diffused sense of well-being.
Gone, it seems, were the concrete bunker feels of winter.
There's been some loose talk of ‘spring’ lately—I thought it was fake news—but from my third floor lattice windows I could see what looked like people outside. They were walking in the sunshine, riding bikes, throwing frisbees, kicking ??hacky sacks, a couple was making out in the grass—it was a riot of activity.
Sunny skiffed out of her room (which looks like a hotel room trashed by some rock star), she seemed lighter than air. Three days ago, she announced there was someone of “particular personal significance,” in her life (translate: girlfriend).
Start the schmaltzy, string-drenched soundtrack—love is in the air.
Our challenge now is to carve out a poised and measured final act to our undergraduate years. There’s a scurrying, cynosure, beehive, hyperfocus to labs and classes, a heightened, almost cinematic quality, as if, up to now, we’ve only been practicing for some undefined ‘real thing.’
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Songs for this:
Daylight by Harry Styles
Ain't Nothing Like the Real Thing by Michael McDonald
Dizzy (feat. Alfie Templeman & Thomas Headon) by chloe moriondo
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Skiffed = narrowly missed hitting someone
Categories:
springing, fun, humor, school, spring,
Form:
Free verse
In my spirit, I desire that the seed
To blossom from within.
May bleed from my eyes
In the manner of magenta.
The bougainvillea flowed from the vine
Along the railing of the balcony
In spring, on the balustrade.
In anticipation
To let the morning sun come up.
To let it bleed akin to this
Purple blood.
To mother earth
A desire for adscititious.
Written: March 10, 2023
Categories:
springing, appreciation, spring,
Form:
Free verse