Best Spring Poems


Premium Member Winsome Wisteria Sonnet

Winsome Wisteria Sonnet

Eden, open your ardent arms to grace 
Wisteria's soft lilac petaled blooms 
Draped stunningly about Spring’s sunny face 
In softest shades of lavender like plumes. 
Your aroma wafts heady in the breeze 
When graceful racemes descend from above. 
Divine as the frilling flowering trees 
Your stunning sight captures my heart with love. 
Goddess Venus must surely be aware 
Of the glorious sight that you bestow 
Like dainty dangling ringlets in Spring’s hair 
As zephyrs sprinkle your petals below. 

I am profoundly moved by your presence 
And tranquilly transported with pleasance. 

4-19-21

Poems of the Day April 21, 2021 ~Thank you Team Poetry Soup!

ALL YOURS (Apr 20)Contest -First Place
Sponsor Brian Strand

Your best sonnet this year so far Contest -Second Place
Sponsor John Hamilton

My thanks to this site for the photo of Wisteria:

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Premium Member This Spring the Poppies Bloomed

A field afire
papery petals glow like ruby votive candles
a collection of cupped solar flames
vowed to shine despite the dew before dawn
evaporating any doubt the sun would rise
the mist would lift 
consoling one in darkness

Rising up where wildflowers past have fallen
victim to soil fallow and shallow
your Spring growth resurrects my hope
as your resurgent blooms stretch to the heavens
I awaken thawed from the frost of loss  
regenerated by dreams 
of undying love  sacrifice  and  joy

O poppy blood red
vast your bed a symbol of life and death  
and imagination..  you inspire me with your irony
your roots belie a feathery foliage
anchored though airy
light and looking like you might take flight 
but spirited blossoms stand an army of angels
earthbound and blushing

My breath stops when I gaze upon you — yet
when I walk among your thronging whorls
grazed by your grace
my chest rises and falls 
my bloodstream set ablaze 
by the grandeur of your inner light
my heart rejoices with the voices of breezes 
aswirl with a swish through your scarlet banners of peace

We share a savor for new-day chardonnay skies
tender the warm tinge before summer’s singe 
rhythmic air moves us with singsong sighs
a swaying dance of sepaled celebrants
with nary a fresh bud trod upon
crimson and sunrise   spirit and flesh  
raising palms and psalms in thanks and praise
festive in rebirth and remembrance 
where tears fall not as rain but as  
           c o n f e t t i
as my heart carries the bouquet of your immortal beauty 
like a bride on her May wedding day


Susan Ashley 
March 11, 2022


*Dedicated to my father who gently passed on June 10, 2021.
You are loved and missed dearly, dad 


~ First Place ~
Premiere Contest: Spring Showers or Spring Flowers
Sponsor: Regina McIntosh


*nary: not, or not any


(Image: Glow with pride: Express.co.uk)

Premium Member Voice of Spring

“and the birds twitter like whispering violins”
Quote by – Constance La France

Whiffs of fragrant breeze propagate tranquility
Kissing delicate roses, blushing amber beauty,
Rustling leaves of willows, as if tenor of music,
Swaying blades of grass shimmying moods of winds,
Sounding lyrics esoteric echoing voice of spring;

Humming softly to rhythms of dancing daffodils,
Quivering golden rays peeking through trees,
Burbling on rivers, rippling giggling tributaries,
Fluttering in glee, whispering to sunlit prairies,
Swinging tender revelry lilting in shadows,
Thrilling meadows budding through wintry throes,
Reviving weary realms, thriving withered knolls;

Grinning from mountains, atop lush valleys,
From shores of Pacific to shores of Atlantic,
Through the mighty Rockies, across Great Plains,
Lyrical, jubilant, exuding aura of happiness,
Enchanted by sweet ballad of robins’ daydreams
Strumming melodies of mellifluous spring.

May 16, 2023
Placed 2nd: Writing Challenge A quotes – Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Placed 8th: Brian Strand Premier Contest


Premium Member Heavenly Herald

dainty daffodil
your golden trumpet fanfares
the dawning of spring

Premium Member Spring Flowers

Spring Flowers

Opal open clouds let raindrops freely fall
Coaxing coy blossoms of spring to bloom.
Fragrant sweet scents permeate the air.
Snow drops begin the parade as they appear.
It is believed that snow drops originated 
When an angel breathed upon a snowflake. 

The pansy’s bright *French face in viola shades
Were known to represent a lover’s pursuit
And remembrance of his loyalty and love.
Scilla Siberica with their nodding blue-bell like
Flowers feature a Royal Horticultural status.
Their faint fragrance and hues mesmerize.

Let’s not forget the flowering trees swaying in
Spring’s bucolic breeze where cherry blossoms
Seize our eyes in pink or white with such delight.
Song birds sing their sonorous songs with joy
As snow melts into rivers flow and waves goodbye.
New birth, harbinger of hope arrives in spring.

3-12-22

Spring Showers or Spring Flowers Poetry Premiere Contest~Nineth Place~
Sponsored by: Regina McIntosh 

*The word, pansy is derived from French 
language and means ‘thought’.

My thanks to Wikipedia for the photo:
https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/3/38/Scilla_carpet_Alnwick_gardens.jpg

Premium Member Stunning Spring

Trees wear a gown of bright emerald green
Where birds are nesting in branches up high
Parents shield fledglings so they can’t be seen
Until they can spread their new wings and fly

Daffodils dance in the warm zephyr breeze
Bees buzz seeking out these pretty flowers
Yellow pollen doesn't make the bees sneeze!
They will pollinate blooms for many hours

Young lambs gamboling around in the fields
Birds fly high in the sky of azure blue
I love the spring season where nature yields
Our earth’s a stunning place for me and you

Spring brings rejuvenation to our land
The vibrant countryside looks very grand


14 lines 10 syllables per line
Checked with how many syllables*
Doesn't counted as 2 syllables

Had previously been awarded 1st place in another contest and also POTD subsequently given

n/a in Best sonnet contest
Sponsored by Laura loo
judged on  3/3/2018 9:36:00 AM

Entered into POTD Contest Sponsored By Richard Lamoureux

Poets Notes. I struggle to write sonnets I find the form extremely challenging so was delighted to get POTD in 2016 for this particular poem



08~19~16


Premium Member The Wealth of Spring

The Wealth of Spring

Assorted spring flowers, naked, rise in morning sun
Breaking through a thin blanket of snow, earth spun.
Cascades of dainty Narcissus smile with golden faces
Drinking up the sun as morning warmth embraces.
Enjoy the heavenly floral scent that gardens bring.
Fledglings high in tree nests sense that it is spring. 
Growing fast they will soon gain courage to take flight,
Hovering low over canopies, it is their birthright!
Irises spring forth in hopes to match the sky
Just as daffodils claim the colors of sun’s eye.
Keep the cherry blossom's imprint in your mind
Leaving memories of pink poetic petals that you find.
Moments spent in this season’s refreshing rain 
Nurture and inspire a poet’s muse again.
Only spring can coax the lovely lilac’s bloom
Perfuming breezes, singing springtime’s tune.
Quaint bird houses dot the country lanes 
Rewarding visions viewed through window panes.
Spring reclaims our joyful mood as winter ends,
Treating us to vivid colors this season sends.
Uncloaking animals in snowy hibernation,
Verdant becomes the blessings of vegetation.
Wealth is seen in all the colors of sweet spring
Xylogenous creatures in forests are welcoming.
Yellowthroat warblers singing in trees greet melting snow.
Zephyr’s enchant, as they scatter blossoms down below.

5-24-22

ABCEDARIAN POEM Any Subject You Want Poetry Contest~First Place~
Sponsored by: Caren Krutsinger 



February 21, 2015
Abecedarian - Poetry Contest~First Place~
Sponsored by Shadow Hamilton

Premium Member Spring Petals Kissing Dawns Air - a Collaboration With Charmaine Chircop

When miserable clouds assemble,
bursting with drops of sorrow,
gusts of torment bring dark tides to your door.
You feel hope is like forgotten pennies,
lost at the bottom of a wishing well.

Arrows of anxiety keep firing
at your muddled mind.

When you feel trapped inside your head,
monsters lurk inside -
take a pace back.
Release each arrow from the bow.
Let all the pain be washed  
by rivers from the rain -
as all bruises heal.

The smell of petrichor will inspire you,
your mind an estuary, hydrating on positive drops,
will replace soaring floods of negative emotions - 
as glowing sun rays of love warm your face.

Through anything, through anywhere,
through anyone, reach thunder through your storm.
Let bolts of lightning shake the earth - 
ground your soul firmly.

Even when there is no light,
an internal flame yearns to rekindle,
like spring petals kissing dawn's air.

Silent One collaboration with Charmaine Chircop
6 November 2020

Many thanks to Charmaine for collaborating with me.  Charmaine is a talented poet who regularly posted on Poetry soup, I hope to see her post more often.
© Silent One  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Petitioning Spring of Tomorrow

Smile, O spring, smile, upon crimson arc of morning
Grinning through willows filtering golden sunbeams,
Sparkling from eyes of dew, glinting realms pristine,
Reveling through prairies, giggling tenor of streams, 
Glistening core of purple-iris, soul of flaxen-pansies.

Waltz, O spring, waltz, shimmying blushing peonies,
Meandering with butterflies chasing nectar carefree,
Bouncing moods of bees from tree to flowering tree,
Elated strumming rhythms fluttering woody-foothills,
Grooving with meadows, humming lyrics of winds.

Sail, O spring, sail, rowing glee of seas-undulating,
Buoyant on spirits rushing from rivers, tributaries,
Traversing through terrains, once frigid, decaying,
Zealous now to venture, to rollicking side of being,
Surfing waves questing summer of sandy beaches.

Dream, O spring, dream, of mythical northern lights,
Glimpsed from garden of sumptuous white gardenias,
Through womb of dawn, hued in lavender of lilacs,
Preening beauty of flora, scintillating dawning aura,
As yonder of skies shimmers motifs of green aurora.

Mountain Church

Four friends and I, one Sunday, take a ride.
our church still closed just short of one full year.
We drive, white almond blooms on either side,
instead. Their branches wave as if to cheer,
“Prepare the way! Prepare the way for God!”
Each blade of mountain grass we see arise,
like little children singing praises, laud.
Some tiny purple flowers sing reprise,
join fiddlenecks of gold, much like stained glass
to deck the mountain like an A-frame church.
We slowly drive the narrow mountain pass
to see the valley from a lookout perch.
The treetops seem to bow, like they declare
their love for God. In awe, we join their prayer.


March 7, 2021
Breath of Spring Poetry Contest
Contest Sponsor: Regina McIntosh

Premium Member Meandering

One spring day meandering in a meadow,
I saw a butterfly whose beauty matched that
of May's azure sky.
With blue silken wings like that of a fairy,
she flitted here and there -
aimlessly as butterflies seem wont to do.
Oh, to be that butterfly,
alighting on any pretty flower whose scent delighted me -
unhurried and unworried.
I would be that butterfly breezing through the meadow
meandering . . . meandering . . .
to where – I did not know,
but soon I found myself beside a brook.

My heart became the song of blue bells
which danced with the wind beside the brooklet.
And as my little friend fluttered on,
I careened behind her with arms outstretched,
laughing as the long grasses through which I leaped
tickled the calves and shins of my legs.
Soon I was approaching a grove of tall green trees -
meandering . . . meandering.

I kept my eyes on the bright blue wings ahead of me.
Freely I flowed like the wind that swept through my hair
as it fluttered the leaves of the tall green trees
until suddenly – the butterfly 
was vanished from my view!
I knew not to where I’d wandered,
but in my heart I had no fear.
All things come to an end eventually,
but also all paths eventually lead
to somewhere.

Turning myself back toward the direction
from which I’d come
and with my arms spread wide,
I let the butterfly in me
take me eastward -
meandering . . meandering.

Premium Member To Have Space

Sometimes you have to let
the morning have its way,
set out its wide sunlit spaces
like a tablecloth upon your silence,
speak to you softly in the sound
of leaves, bright with the flush 
of spring. There is much to tell,
the stories of its winter dreaming,
waking to a warming sun, 
desires erupting in flower
and fruit.

As a child I listened 
to the almond trees clack 
their naked limbs all winter long
until late august when the first 
blossoms broke into the chilly air 
with their white whispers
and perfumed breath hushed out 
of pink throats. It was my eucharist,
trees donning their green vestments
plump with promises.

I must make space in myself
to receive the sacraments of creation,
have a reverence for what comes
forth to speak a name
in all that is born, lives and dies
and reflects a beauty 
to which I can be blind to
in the bloat of myself.

Spring Bud

My 
                               breath
                          shivers under  
                       a rug of loneliness,
                    a sleepy heart huddles
                   against such memories 
                 of togetherness and not of 
               goodbyes, hating to disperse 
               the fiery rhymes of your lips, 
                as well as the warmth of its 
                 sweat...tastes like red wine, 
                   then it beats...and beats
                     gently, as it envisions
                          you, in an early
                                misty
                                   s
                                  p
                                r
                               i
                              n
                            g

Spring Reverie

I heard the maytime robin sing
His merry voice has wakened spring;
Each golden note bursts forth to soar
Where sound and blossom now restore.
The drowsy earth sheds winter's rest
And all that slept find spring confessed
That radiant song that fills the air
Brings good news beyond compare.

The birds proclaim with joyful tune
The raptures of impatient June;
With potent scent the blooming flowers
Perfumes time with fragrant hours
A nest well hidden in a tree
Holds new life we can't yet see;
The crimson rose perfumes the gale
The virgin lily crowns the vale.
Where sun and shadows come to dwell
Seductive spring will cast her spell.

Premium Member Spring Sonnet

Spring Sonnet

Elevate my senses with your flowers
In spacious fields where they are free to grow.
Deep in fragrant flora I could spend hours
Refreshed by rain where gentle breezes blow.

The snow has melted, now a flowing stream
Where Earth's creatures feast below the bowers,
And drink where dappled sun has left its gleam
As sylvan trees grow as tall as towers.

Welcome robins with songs in fluted calls 
Sing from their hearts as they birth eggs of blue.
Bees collect nectar near the garden walls
Making sweet honey with its amber hue.

Clouds part as Apollo rises to grace 
The glory of the verdant hillside's face.

2-26-18


A STRAND (1046) Poetry Contest~First Place~

Spring Is In The Air - Poetry Contest ~N/A~
Sponsor: Emile Pinet

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