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...

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Because there is a God in heaven who demands an accounting. Because there are demons on earth who never sleep. Because the wind whispers words...

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Out of the dark, a lambent, lovely day has dawned
In silvery brilliance the early morning is drowned
In the sapphire sky, the sun has appeared on...

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There was a rumour that outlaw Kyle was to be sprung from jail
But Sheriff Koplin got wind of it and he'd make sure they'd fail...

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On the night before Christmas, alone in my house, 
Sorrow gnawed at my soul, like a ravenous mouse.
Entombed in my blankets, I struggled to sleep,
Ready...

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~The Butterflies Dance~
 (A Double Whitney)


 The sun is
 so warm and nice
 there is cheer 
 everywhere cause
 spring has sprung
 one more time...

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The pathway I will lay for you
with seeds that I will scatter round
will soon have blooms come into view
so you can tread on fragrant ground
and...

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April's come and gone. Now May is here; the grains in the hourglass
have already started sifting down. Dew is on the roses.
Days of linking daisies...

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Time is boundless when you're young.
You want school days to fly
so in summer you'll be sprung
loose upon the world. Touch sky,
Butterfly! Vitality is yours; songs...

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The handwriting became darker,
And I imagined your hands pressing upon the page,
Wavering whether to write your thoughts or not
Soon, sure, the wavering became conviction,
And in...

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I once saw a man with kaleidoscopic eyes,
reflecting in hues of periwinkle and persimmon.
His heart illuminated in shades of scarlet, 
marigold and clementine,
releasing rainbow ink...

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I walk towards you,
as you stand waiting at the center of the bridge.

Beneath my feet, aged timbers span the churning river below.
With each step I...

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sprung from spring they fly

                    ...

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It started with a sniffle one March morn’
When on my car that telltale film appeared
And I knew well this coat it had not worn
For overnight...

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I, a Red Skin dog, as some may delight to call me,
I have heard the tales of horror, from my dark skinned foes.
I have heard...

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