March Poems | Examples of March Poetry

Lake county music company filled with slots carney folk real carny folk the little pete's illegal gambling road show throughout the Midwest gaming like your idol Frank Peter Balistreiri the mad bomber stops Metropolis...Read the rest...

Seeds dropping off stray blossoms Shaking heads with the cold— A skinny patches' prayer in a garden Instead of frost, dirt's growing pains— That Spring bed throughout Winter's room, Warming color still during the shade Coming woo Bursting my blues Soon Seeds dropping off...Read the rest...

Take time to linger, at the sweet cherry blossom, at the fresh rosebuds, green leaves sprouting, daffodils in full bloom. Crocuses opening their mouths wide, just like the frogs on the lily pads. Purples, yellows spring forth amongst the...Read the rest...

clouds cast shadows rain here, snow elsewhere winds from the north today I sleep in, then write verse to share my love I wish she was here my love verse to share I sleep, in then write today winds from the north rain here, snow elsewhere clouds cast...Read the rest...

waterfalls gurgle ...Read the rest...

The morning beams through - my window panes, glowing up - my room's white-washed walls. 03.19.2024...Read the rest...

windy night in March later on so heavy rain neat nice deluge sound...Read the rest...

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ wind blowing whirls around swoosh against us force ...Read the rest...

I. I strolled through a field of clovers Looking each one of them over When I found that fourth leaf All my joy turned to grief When my prize was snatched by a gopher. II. Last night...Read the rest...

Matthew O' Harris Ease A "FAKE" Irishman Saint Patrick's Day, or Feast of Saint Patrick Lá Fhéile Pádraig invoke even non Irish to proclaim Éirinn go Brách translated as "Ireland Forever." Though semitic thru and thru yours truly (me) dons guise of being...Read the rest...

Shawn was full of blarney most of his youthful days with his full face, his emerald eyes and his ginger hair He sang Irish ditties in knee slapping ways When he had too much beer at the Dublin...Read the rest...

She wrote down “Erin go Braugh or go home It was the beginning of her St Paddy’s day poem A couple of eejits were staring at her now Her corn beef and cabbage was fully a wow! She took...Read the rest...

While the brisket was slow cooking we went to the pub Their brisket was already done, that was the rub. I said to my woman, can I have a bit of this grub? That was my biggest mistake,...Read the rest...

He is a poser Irish I said. Freckles probably painted on. I don’t think so replied my great great aunt Dawn. I bet he’s not got a drop of Irish blood, I said. When I learned the truth...Read the rest...

weighty winds whirling tempestuous character ~ robin wings flutter (March Full Moon – Pueblo) ...Read the rest...