Best Springs Poems
Some days I feel so damned old
Like my zest is starting to mold
Seems my feet are always cold
My golden years ran out of gold
I'm sitting here on this old swing
Watched the ending of another spring
The birds with their young under wing
The warm gulf winds start to sting
I remember swings used to be fun
We'd jump out and land on the run
All those years chasing the sun
Now those memories are called homespun
And all in the blink of an eye
Young goes to old on the fly
Shake my head and let out a sigh
As a hundred springs pass by
by Daniel Turner
Tiptoeing fond emotions how playfully you tease
Titillating seductively my memories to appease
Springs that once blossomed passionate appeal
When indulgent eyes met contours of your zeal
Tantalizing tenor of love quixotic rhythms reveal.
I hear those melodies, romantic heartbeats revive,
Pulsing strings of heart on its tempo they thrive
Promising forgotten vibes, fervid past is still alive
When gently you arrive awakening frozen dreams
Delighting love-beats, crooning amorous themes.
You sense as I do, why unsated feelings still woo,
Why the un-bloomed seasons are trying to renew
Autumns full of gilded hues you once withdrew
Disheartening two ardent souls beholden and true;
As love now rustles anew, what am I to construe?
Oh! how ebulliently you bloomed in our first kiss
When blazing impulses tolled moments of bliss,
I recognize those footprints as delicately you spree
In courtyard of longings, venerating you and me,
As whispers of intimacy implore in euphoric plea.
July 18, 2021
Poem of the day on July 19, 2021
Placed 1st: A Brian Strand Rhymed Contest
Spring skipping past Winter blows a kiss
Frost gives way to lush green carpet
Old twigs become new houses
Robin eggs match the sky
Winters forgotten
Springs lullaby
Welcome life
A new
day
with winters passing
new growth from soil emerges ~
flamboyant landscape
Written 29th March 2019.
Robert Hooke caused quite a commotion
In the academic ocean
When in spite of his Gown
With a lady of the Town
He enjoyed simple harmonic motion
Not before had he seemed so spry
That nobody could deny
He’d a verve and a pep
And a spring in his step
As he walked along the High
Thus out of his indiscretion
That made such a lasting impression
He cognised and saw
There must be a law
Of extension and compression
And when it seems, the last of Springs
has blossomed in my garden
A barren wasteland now resides
like sins without a pardon
The emptiness that that floods my heart
seems never to be shaken
A dream that haunts me in the night
from which i can’t awaken
It’s then and only then, I learn
just what it is that makes me
For strength is not dependent on
a whim that just forsakes me
Though gardens whither in our lives
and sorrow grows to follow
It means not that the rest of days
are destined to be hollow
Though giving up is easy when
the best seems far behind me
Determination stays the rain
and soon the sun will find me
Scintillating whispers of hushed sapphire dew,
my heart flutters in shades of pale blue;
blooming waves in topaz rings,
desires spread new wings
to a song.
Springs
rush along
curled silver glass strings,
my thread of memories clings
to spectrum of stars falling in queue,
scintillating whispers of hushed sapphire dew.
July 13, 2020
Andaree - 11 Lines Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Joseph May
Rhymes checked with rhymezone.com
Syllables checked with howmanysyllables.com
~Winner: 1st Place
Echoes in my essence
rode a cold frigid breeze
Snowflakes would ride along
bringing a deeper freeze
Words upon winter's breath
seen each time i spoke
White warm puffs dance
whimsical floating smoke
Toes and fingertips tingled
a cold that almost burns
Beauty in this winter land
Yet spring's warmth i yearn
Cold air all around but warm steam rises above
From springs heated from deep below.
Throwing on on shorts I slip inside
And feel my day float away.
As bubbles rises they tickle my side
As cares freely flow from my mind.
Hours pass by I relax deep into a haze
Of warm steam flowing free.
We dragged the slopes to our feet.
On the summit, we burnt our clothes
for wood and there shuffled our feet
in the hush of the falling snow.
We had come out of the scuffed grass.
With one look back in unbelief
exhuming the long trek
the silent keen
puffing through blubbery fingers.
We pulled the hoofed trail through
the trapdoor of our unchained links
foisting for new heights.
Beyond the Appalachian Mountains
the hanging fern on pine dripped snow
on moles burrowing in gashed hollows.
We paused. In that doubtful moment
we rued the climb, succumbing to the assault
upon this stilled millennia’s eerie silence.
All that time the swivelling blizzards raged
shifting soil, eroding avalanches.
Below, burgeoning customs
unmaned the silent dignity of bisons.
All bore testimony to a familiar preparation.
And then, suddenly before our eyes
the solemn ground rose with the breeze
the spangled map changing to the quick:
Chicago Pittsburgh Kansas City
wild barnyards dry-coughing, pop-corning garages
horrent timber ribbed the coasting steamboats
the linoleum walls
the mild Indian piqued he was
by the mahogany cubism of our speech.
We wondered if coming so far
only mattered, we would be content
to build a fire, here and now
and unpack our horses.
We saw little need to go on.
One night the summit might open
up and swallow us all or old age
would come upon us like a lonely neighbour
on a pretext to the door.
© T.Wignesan 1964
London, U.K.
[from the collection: tell them i’m gone, 1983; published in Fire Readings (A Collection of Contemporary Writing from the Shakespeare & Company Fire Benefit Readings). Paris-Boston: Frank Books, 1991, pp. 36-37.]
Naked trees,dressed by springs fashion.
Birds seek refuge in the sleeves of trees.
Warm breeze run up the trees sleeves.
Feathers are cleaned by a brush of wind.
Spring gives birth to a clean look. The best
designer the world could have. Springs fashion
show my eyes must have.
Grow grains
On Plains
By Robb A. Kopp
All Rights Reserved © MMX
For Brian's contest in the 'footle' trochiac monometer style
Written by
Cecil Hickman
Spring delivers a sweet kiss from thee
Touching lips ever lusciously
Releasing sweetness for me
Warming you tenderly
Breaking cool air free
Springtime decree
Ceaselessly
To be
We
Written for
Sponsor Michael J. Falotico
Contest Name "Nonet Me A Spring Kiss"
A season to delight, to sing and thrive
Birth of spring beckons new life
Casting aside the winter nights
Dancing gay the flowers bloom
Endless days of soothing clime
From the trees the wind chime
Grasses lush and green grow tall
Hotter days soon to follow
Igniting the passion strong
Joining in the lovers song
Kites brought out by children gay
Lurking ice soon melts away
Moist soil that promise growth
Never doth such time come oft
Over the hills the sun emerge
Promising the awaited warmth
Quivering underneath its touch
Rosebuds kissed by hungry bees
Sucking at the lingering beads
To fill their need for sweetness deep
Unfolding the rainbow stretch
Vast corn fields flourish much
Water taking silent course to sea
Xanthic carpet beneath the tree
Yonder lies the clear blue sky hued
Zenith of happiness is procured
© Nadiya (14 Feb '15)
Placed 3rd in the contest 'abecedarian' by Shadow Hamilton on 27 Feb 2015.
For the new season
Water springs do cheer
To welcome spring