Spring Inspirational Poems | Examples
These Spring Inspirational poems are examples of Inspirational poems about Spring. These are the best examples of Inspirational Spring poems written by international poets.
PONDERING LABORING DAYS AHEAD
In the laboring days ahead,
Dawning with continuous trials,
And subsequent tribulations,
Let’s not be like sheep
In a slaughtering pen;
Rather, let’s be as lambs
In the garden of God:-
Armed with faith and hope,
And God’s divine guidance,
Let us, as the Psalms remind us,
Journey onwards to overcoming:
“Defending truth, humility, and justice”:-
For indeed, our God is a God of justice;
Justice indeed, being, “His royal scepter.”
Thus, as Summer is waning,
And leave falling Fall preludes
The vicious coming of Winter,
Let us realize resurrecting Spring
Will likewise return with healing grace:-
Thus, let us continue in our resurrecting
Labors of love, sowing reaping justice:-
Meditating on the season, I
took notice of a leaf's dramatic
fall -- a fascinating journey: a
quarter past first marvelous budding~
soon unfolding into towering
presence...now~ dynamic
parting: flamboyant waving,
a curtsy and leap,
a spin with colorful grin,
supported by daffy current --
playful rocking, showy gliding -
faking downing, direct sliding
then again rising, as a royal nose --
at last arriving at inevitable rest
back when the spring commeth
re-leaf….
I carry a house upon my back,
A fragile frame of dreams and stone.
Its windows cracked, its timbers black,
But still I walk, and still alone.
Each wall is built from words unsaid,
From nights I stitched with fraying thread.
Its roof is shingled with the dread
Of all the tears I never shed.
I pass through valleys, rivers wide,
This house sways gently as I climb.
It holds the ones I left behind,
The echoes trapped in rooms of time.
It shelters me from bitter rain,
Yet weighs me down with silent years.
A monument to love and pain,
A quiet vault of hopes and fears.
I cannot leave it on the shore,
No matter how I long to flee.
It is my burden, evermore,
It is the marrow under me.
And still I rise, though shadows press,
And still I breathe beneath its beams.
I learn to walk with weight and mess,
To carve new roads from broken dreams.
For though I carry walls of glass,
I also carry seeds of spring.
And somewhere deep, beyond the past,
I carry hope. I carry wings.
There is a garden between my ribs,
A hidden place the world can't see.
It blooms in silence, softly lives,
A patch of green inside of me.
I never chose the seeds it sowed,
They came from storms I couldn’t flee.
Each broken word, each heavy load,
Took root beneath my shattered sea.
It grew through cracks, it pierced my bones,
With petals made of ache and flame.
A tangled web of buried tones,
Of whispered grief without a name.
It learned to rise through ash and dust,
To find the sun through darkest skies.
It taught me how to hope and trust
When every other voice told lies.
There in the hollow of my chest,
A thousand wildflowers remain.
They blossom still though never pressed,
They bloom through heartbreak, loss, and rain.
The garden holds my quiet wars,
The scars I wear, the dreams I keep.
It weaves my sorrow into stars,
And cradles me when I can't sleep.
So let me carry what it gives,
The thorns, the roots, the bloom, the sting.
For in the garden that still lives,
I am the soil. I am the spring.
She was a field–
soft, wide, aching.
He was the match,
small
but hungry.
They met
not in spring,
but in that breathless hush
before things grow–
where hope is still half-buried
beneath frost.
She held the rain
like a secret.
He wore the fire
like a promise
He never meant to keep.
She broke
without a sound
He burned
like it was prayer.
and yet–
in the blackened soil,
something small,
something stubborn
began to bloom.
a robin
sings with her wings
the heart
waits for
the
smile of spring
and
the
clouds break for the storm
while
the
love
keeps you warm
I know I need to love my God more
Because I feel that
I don't love God enough
I know that in the mornings
I have the blues that I hate
I know that I should be grateful
That I have health
I know that I Iove the sun
I know that I will be happy
When Spring will be here
I know that I need to go to sleep
Early every night
So, I can get a proper night's sleep
I know that I should look
After my health
I know that I should look after
My hygiene better
I know that I need to pray more
I know that I should love myself more
I know that I should speak up for myself
I may have missed the glittering prize,
The fleeting gold that dims the skies.
But deep within, a stillness grows,
A garden where the true light flows.
The noise outside, a restless sea,
Where storms of envy seek to be.
Yet in my heart, a quiet spring,
Where hope and healing softly sing.
The workday’s battlefield of spite,
Where shadows lurk to steal the light.
Their words like arrows, sharp and cold,
But I’ve learned wisdom can’t be sold.
To walk away is strength unseen,
A guardian of the soul serene.
No coin or crown can outweigh peace,
The sacred gift that grants release.
For riches fade and glory dies,
But calm remains beneath the skies.
I choose the path where silence reigns,
Beyond the reach of selfish chains.
Today there is
Nothing but grey sky
Later on is going to rain
I have been walking
For 1 hour already
I am not made of ice
I am made of
Flesh and bones
Also it is very cold out
It is -9 with the windshield effect
I miss the sunny days
During the Spring
That I need so bad
I also missing the vitamin d
That I need so bad
Now it is time to check my
Blood
With the glucometer
My reading was normal
The glucometer never lies
Now it got dark inside my house
It is time for me to turn the
Lights on
Inside my house
And inside my house is now bright
And the night is here
I must say that I am feeling
Tired
Already so I am going to try
To go to bed early today
I am not sure about the weather
Tomorrow
Yes I hope to be up early tomorrow
AIso I left all the windows open
So I could air my house
And I also will be awaken
By the birds
Blossoming onwards
Know you’re worthy of success;
God…navigating…
Like flowers of spring,
Your destiny is assured;
God…cultivating…
Plow onwards in faith,
Rowing towards your greatness;
God…fertilizing…
"Etched in stone- names of honored souls-
remembering their roles and goals."
_by Poet
Oh, cemetery- at your rusted gate,
I stand before it for a while and wait
to gather thoughts of those I know are here-
both family and friends, to me, so dear
beneath the velvet blanket of spring grass,
embraced forever from their earthly pass;
with monuments above etched with a name
and span of life on Earth, we can acclaim.
The cemetery grants me space to think
of my connections- how they interlink
with kin and classmates resting here right now-
and hope they feel I'm missing them somehow.
I walk in slowly, shut the gate behind-
to visit those where I feel love enshrined.
You are grounded
Here on holy ground
The leaves of the trees
Are floating in the water
Because there are trees
Near the lake that my Father
Made with his holy hands
Many years ago
And also the birds are now resting on the trees
Branch
I spend the morning here on the lake
First thing in the morning
And there are nobody else
At this time of the day
Also it it still very cold near the lake
I brought with me my spring jacket
I know I will be just fine
It will warm up by lunch time
And there will be crowded
I personally hate crowds
It is now 8:30 PM
I will return back home
Also I will do some work for my Father
Using my computer
I will write some poems for my father
My poems will be all different from each other
Also have different feelings
That comes out straight from my heart
Also people I am loving and caring people
season ending spring
yet birds still so sing heated
temps of summer rings
5/23/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2025
You are the warmth of the summer sun
That makes me long for distant shores
On a rainy day
You are the gentle breeze that bathes my face
At the end of winter when spring flowers
Come out to play
You are the magnificence of the elusive moon
That bids farewell to a day of joy
And renders me whole
You are the sweetness of a sculptured rose
Whose fragrance assails my being
And soothes my soul
Flowers for a new day,
Flowers for a fresh start,
I’m embracing a new beginning,
A way of winning.
Flowers of spring,
A blooming garden,
The joy of my mother’s heart,
She sings a new song.
Flowers for tomorrow,
Yesterday was a withered meadow,
Days and nights spent in shadows,
A departure from freshness and hue.
Flowers for my love,
Flowers for the woman who embraces an enigma,
We’ve climbed mountains and crossed valleys,
She often tells me we’ll navigate through the complexities and perplexities.
Flowers for my mother,
Flowers for my pride and guide,
She holds the lamp even when her hands are weary,
Unfazed by days that feel scary,
She speaks into the dawn and tells me to open its door,
Summoning the night watchers by singing the praises of the moon.
Flowers at the end of the walk,
Flowers at the bedside of departure,
Flowers for those who have fallen on the battlefield,
Flowers at the place where our loved ones sleep.
May 10, 2025.