Best Sprung Poems
All around our hedgerows and gardens
Buds are forming bringing brilliant
Colour into our lives where previously
Dreary winter darkness lurked.
Everywhere new life is forming
Fields are bouncing with spring lambs
Gamboling about with their friends.
Hyacinths sensational scent fills the air
I simply love this time of year
Just bursting with new life
Knowing that spring is finally here
Lightens my spirits and
Makes me smile
Nesting birds collect food for fledglings
Only pausing for tiny breaks. They are
Perfect parents who work tirelessly
Quietly and lovingly
Raising their beautiful brood who are
Soon to leave the nest
Trees become dressed in gorgeous green
Until they are fully clothed
Verdant vegetation covers the land
With new crops growing
Xanthic coloured daffodils
Yearn for spring sunshine and merrily they
Zigzag in the warm winds
02~14~15
Contest Abecedarian - Shadow Hamilton
Submitted to Abecedarian contest sponsored by Caren Krutsinger
xanthic daffodil
your bright trumpet heralds Spring
robin builds a nest
Spring Haiku Poetry Contest
sponsored by Tania Kitchin
3/1/19
Spring hasn't sprung: No bees have stung;
No painter's fallen off a ladder's rung.
No miner's contracted black lung.
Spring hasn't sprung: No batter has swung
At a strike three pitch that no hurler has flung
In a ballpark where Opening Day Game banners
have yet to be hung.
Spring hasn't sprung: No dry parched tongue
Has yet been clinged or been clung
To lips burnt by the rays of the sun.
Spring hasn't sprung: No song has been sung
Off-tune and off-key in an obscure mother tongue
By a lone crooner bereft of a love unstrung.
Yes: It's ok that Spring hasn't sprung:
--If certain particular news is not brung.
March 30, 2018
Contest entry in "Spring Fling Zing Thing King (or Queen)"
Sponsor - Michael Vacek
I am up
before the sun
and I move
with anticipation
to the shade.
To peek out.
What awaits?
What has occurred
while I slumbered?
A new blanket
of snow and ice
would be nice
with rabbit tracks
across the lawn.
Had sheets of rain
fallen around
leaving branches
on the ground
and puddles
everywhere.
Would there be
a kiss
of fog and mist
hanging there
laying imagination
and mystery
upon the new day.
Alas none of this.
And then
the melodious sounds
of long ago
flood my ears
and fill my soul
returning as suddenly
as they left...
The birds are back.
Dainty daffodils
raise golden trumpets
announcing the news
the snow has melted -
mother nature thrives
Green leaves dress trees
baby birds chirp
little lambs leap
time of rebirth
Spirits lift
as sunshine
warms our face
I just
adore
Spring!
Spring Diminished Hexaverse Contest Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Caren Crutsinger
03/06/21
Tonight I thought passion would bring
But not in the shape of a bed spring
The very moment I peaked
I felt what was breached
Now I am so very hampered in upswing
~*~ For Francine's "Wow Me in 5 Lines" contest ~*~
es ist ein 'Rose' entsprungen
Just outside the city walls ringed in roses,
Rosenfriedhof, Rose Cemetery blooms,
fairest in the Fatherland.
Leaven cakes iced in concrete or royal brass
pan the gravel paths; the husks which lie here,
no longer have a care, no longer wish for power,
no longer seek false glory. Yet, even blest ground
can not stay the rancid thoughts that rise—
sewer fumes amongst the roses.
ashes, ashes, we all fall down
Plagued by ignorance, then by pride, as supplicants
they came to death and lay, side by side,
and someone planted roses.
Open-petaled, lotus-like, sweet-scented, are the
posies, but nothing alive can mask the grotesqueri
of Nuremberg’s past purges.
ashes, ashes, they all fell down
The ring of sieg heil, the click of heels, the Fatherland
an ever present reverie, latent, just below the sugared
crust; the piping swirled, the surface glaze
of pretty roses.
First Published in Page & Spine winter of 2016
SPRING SPRUNG
first buds
sprung from doldrums
this motionless hurry
giant bird
after all these winters
has found its way.
cat sense
and so quiet
at the open window
fluttering things
dropping from bare branches
spring sprung
all in ruin silently wait first buds
.
Spring has a contagious laughter
A redemption with warm and tender words
Its oblique sun through virgin quivering,
with May green wooden crowns
There is no doubt that it tickles a little extra in the body
Butterflies, beautiful creatures in many different colors
And now the bumblebees wake up
They brush the dust off the wings
The Queens were fertilized last fall,
and soon she will lay eggs
It's a spring party of aromas and I'm ready to celebrate
The cherry tree stretches high in the cloud
Yes, it brings the feeling of spring again
On the ground small yellow flowers open,
the dandelion's smile
Sunshine and bright days, on sea and land,
animals in forest and children at beach
Make your own wreath of spring flowers
16.05.2019
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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Spring mornings are cool bright and wonderous
Birds loudly chirping as they fly and tweet
Flowers blooming surrounding all of us
Fresh raindrops drenching the earth at our feet
Summer is coming cool weather we'll long
Yard work and spring cleaning, the swirling dust
School is out for break the sparrows sing songs
Pollen floating in the air as is lust
Spiders seem to come alive spinning grooves
Lizards running along the walls outside
Cats give a chase to everything that moves
Picnics at the park baseball home run slide
Kick back and relax go to the beaches
Read an old fave Dr. Seuss The Sneetches
Birds
trilling,
butterflies
flitting, flora
arrayed in colors
of the rainbow,
delighting
buzzing
bees.
4/7/21
Entered in Caren Krutsinger's
Spring Ninette Contest
Spring has sprung, noticing on my way out
The budding vegetation seems to stand up and shout
“Look at me!” fave time of the year
They stand tall, most without fear
Yep, surely spring has come-Live on bud sprout!
Jessica Peets
For: Debbie Guzzi’s Spring Forward Poetry Contest
2-20-15
Can't seem to get off to sleep tonight, thoughts buzzing around my old head,
It's dark and quiet, the cat has gone out and the street lights have gone out too,
The odd car passes by maybe coming home from friends or a night on the town,
Could be on the way back from a restaurant a Chinese, or picking up family?
Looking at the calender I see we are getting into mid March and days are longer,
Could it be that the winter has lost its sharp teeth and the might of frosts gone,
A thousand welcomes to Spring but it cannot bring back youth or thicken my hair,
Or enable us to offer the first gathered violets to dear souls in their heavens.
The fowled of the farm yard lay, the pheasants crow in the copse the ring dove coos,
The linnet and the gold finch sing while man looks to fences and drains and water levels,
Next is ploughing and sowing, pruning and planting and talking of good years gone,
Spring stirs all with her mighty influence from the depths of the soil and heart.
So spring is with us and she will throw off one dark and gloomy coat after another,
And spring will chase away winter with his hardly wrinkled face and keen eye for beauty,
It is march rough yet pleasant, vigorous and strong with hope and strength and lovely voice,
His gales will come rushing and sounding over forest and lea and shake nature wide awake.
The tacamahac shows off its long furry green catkins, the mezereon its clustered blossoms,
Then the splendid red China rose unfolds itself to the fresh air, and green pastures return,
Coltsfoot and cardamine embellish old fallows and the star of Bethlehem gleams in the woods,
Crocus spreads around like a purple flood over the old established meadows, spring is sprung.
Crocus
Focus
Robin
Bobbin'
Green grass
Amass
Flower
Power
For "April Footle" Contest
~Spring is sprung with songs to be sung,
birds feather together among,
in the apple trees,
as very well please,
building their nest to raise their young!
For Francine Roberts
Contest: Wow Me in 5 Lines