May Poems | Examples of May Poetry

Say goodbye to May, ...

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I've been fed a prune of life, Spooned it silver, everlasting. I spat it out to seek a knife, To chop and cease it of forecasting. The birth is reason as much itself: Not 'yond the self conceived. Wrote for book on busy shelf, Whose tales unread aren't grieved....

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He slipped away? Or did they take him? Stranger things have happened, have they not? Why do I ask so many questions of myself? Or am I asking questions of him? I could make statements. He went off of his own accord. This is one of his stranger happenings. I have to ask so many questions. So, this could be a question. Or is...

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May your new day be always beautiful May your life be ever so good and sweet May you receive favor and blessings, from on high in our Father's Glory, Faith, Hope and Peace Love Always May I Acknowledged 07/14/25 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2025© ...

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Come What May... When tears don’t say – because you pray It will be okay, when you see the light of day Time will reveal, the story of His will Whatever comes, whatever sorrow – so still I know the music of His grace in each glimpse of His face Glimpses of hope, portrayed on the sunrise, in the stars Glimpses of...

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Inspired by Jodi Ann Bickley IG: jodiannbickley Blessings, Hugs, Love and Light. May Hope and Faith set you free By Michelle Morris 29/06/2025 You read a poem about the Good Bones And I could feel your sadness Those words about unkind people How the World was filled with madness But even if there's just one One little Light in the Dark It can create a ripple Ignite...

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small baby steps, one at a time take us to our destination ladder of life let’s slowly climb at peace in tranquil cessation we dwell in form by night and day and therefore we are hypnotised but in the void of cessation truth of God can be realised let us celebrate the stages of our spiritual ascent inspired by counsel of sages to accord love...

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May flowers warm air may baskets dafodills tulip fest graduation post prom parties senior skip day balmy weather preparing garden sandals and beaches a summer romance memorial day veterans in parade...

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There are towel-drying winds. parks grow soggy with small dogs. May is an old man riding a bike backwards. It is oil for the broken engine in the barn. Wetness folds this way and that the sky unzips a larkish sunshine. We hear nestlings in their reservoirs of dew. New life bubbles in puddles, the green and tufted arrive out of nowhere, boys' fish...

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You May Not Like This There Is No Bossy Boss Giving Orders To The Innocent. I Love It. -Gray Squirrel 06-11-2025 ...

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Wed, 2024.05.01 By May, three months went passed, We enjoyed three day trips to the nature. We respected and polite to each other. Somehow I started having feelings for you. I knew from the beginning, Our relationship could not go beyond than this. But my brain could not control my heart, So it started to contemplate some ideas, By not using the facilities at...

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There is order to my chaos an urgency to make things right I have ambitions I can taste dreams that must be set in motion once I see the morning light There is order some my chaos a plan when all you see is madness I fear that I’ll run out of time I long to leave my affairs most orderly A fine book...

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The scent of May draws me to the lilac bush It has blossomed this year into a tall tree Her fragrance is unmistakable Her blooms seem darker than ever She awakens my sense of joy I am in awe of this purple queen Do you smell the lilac? I ask a little one She nods, but I wonder Is she smelling lilac or...

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The ocean may be the drop behind her white noise The ocean may move Ariel's heartthrobs away, as breaking waves chance with her voice — to work down tears in salty poise, The ocean may ...

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B-52: a city on its own. You mess with us, we’ve got technology. I loved it when we flew into the zone: as Ernie said, “We’ll kill ’em till they’re free.” My job? To watch the black cascade of death and myriad explosions in the woods: Louisiana lilt – “You hold your breath,” that’s Ernie’s voice – “delivering the goods!” The pretty...

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