Redbuds Poems | Examples

Summer's Glow

pleading petals play gently in the sun
whispering joy across the sticky skin
summertime blessings cannot be outdone
however, autumn is her next of kin

praying roses and melancholic buds
remembering our heart’s tender healing
hanging in timeless ache of fair redbuds
season’s bliss lifts shadows who’re concealing

promising the night stars, moon and fireflies
rousing such beauty the skies come to life
only God can breathe this splendor its whys
summer’s glory comes ‘round despite all strife

birdsong and melodies rich kindness flow
sunshine leaves its touch as an afterglow

Bouncy Brock

Bouncy Brock blew bigger bubbles than his friends,
Friends whose bubbles were small, soapy bursts of suds
Brock’s bubbles were so huge they’d certainly cleanse

While his friends looked on, Brock trailed through the redbuds,
Blowing such froth, sharing his marvelous gifts
Brock’s bubbles were always stunning, never duds

Brock’s bubbles climbed much higher as the wind shifts
Followed by trails of foam where his bubbles roam
Bubbles wandered through meadows and over cliffs

Bouncy Brock kept blowing, when gone or at home
Leading friends down a path, blowing and blowing
So everyone he met knew, though not noisome…

Brock spent his time puffing so he was glowing,
Realizing his bubbles were mind-blowing!

Resounding Spring

Cool comforts from the moon shining in Spring
diverge from coming Summer's scorching sun.
Sweet honeysuckle lifts its trumpet string
to set swift tempo for the Springtime fun.

The peonies follow in their due time,
shout scented secrets to boisterous birds.
Hornets send buzzing timbre to sublime,
heights of rowdy rhythm in unspoken words.

Loud melodies of frogs bide time with drums
in gurgling creek beds or towering trees.
The bursting bomb of bleeding redbuds comes
to speckle color through sonorous breeze.

Spring buzzes, bleeds, gurgles, or bursts out loud
through its short months, the frenzied, shouting crowd.

Alabama Spring

First come the redbuds
Then we get the tulip trees
Alabama spring

Fiery

fiery

fiery red 'pon
horizon, cobalt clouds flow....
redbuds in full bloom


pines

sighing of the pines
charcoal clouds underneath....
bird song welcomes me

Hopes of Spring's Return

geese honk
in V shape form
hear, but can't see through sun
headed north once again to live,
mate, raise a family, enjoy living
more signs of spring coming alive
daffodils' yellow blooms  
redbuds open
geese honk   

Contest: Pen A Rictameter, Hopes Of Spring's Return
Sponsor: M. L. Kiser
Date: 01/16/2023

Scattery Clouds

The beautiful, refreshing storm's just now ended,
And the gleaming sun peeks at strawberry fields,
Redbuds dance for joy, for the rain is suspended,
And exquisite birdsong follows the watery ordeal.

And the gleaming sun peeks at strawberry fields,
The zesty lemon clouds have begun their drifting,
And exquisite birdsong follows the watery ordeal.
Misty gloom has vanished, wild spirits now lifting.

The zesty lemon clouds have begun their drifting,
In this emerald world of colorful, fragrant flowers.
Misty gloom has vanished, wild spirits now lifting,
For after the splendid storm, pure beauty follows.

In this emerald world of colorful, fragrant flowers,
Redbuds dance for joy, for the rain is suspended!
For after the splendid storm, pure beauty follows,
The beautiful, refreshing storm's just now ended.

This Pain Is Still Deep

Time and essence shouldn't make anyone
forget the memory of a dear one,
would love be unforgettable
and profoundly thoughtful
to each mourning soul:
if it only gave its joy while living? 
Do ineradicable memories fade
when the one we cherish is gone
and we don't carry inside that happy feeling?

Years have passed more swiftly than seasons,
the Easter Redbuds have finally bloomed today,
and their lively color delight everybody's senses;
they see me staring at them to praise their beauty!  

It's early May, it's a dreary day
and awfully chilly, but mom's smile
is always gleeful, serene, warm, and very bright;
and although she's no longer alive: 
I honor her tender and sweet memory...
even in the darkest moments that deny their light!

Let these flowing tears born out of sorrow...
fall as the morning dew falls from sunflowers;
this pain is still deep, and turning into a shallow:  
I reach above and my grieving suddenly vanishes!

My Dream Vacation

Tucked high into a saddle in the hills,
Set far above a river vale below,
With wooded glades and waters calm and still,
I cannot think a finer place to go.

A daybreak in the east will steal your breath:
Tequila sunrise bathed in swaths of pink.
A breeze is gently blowing ‘round the hill;
The solitude gives ample space to think.

The redbuds are in bloom in fuchsia hues.
The pileated drums beat out grub wars.
New life abounds, emerging from decay.
Above, a lazy red hawk circling, soars. 

When I’m away, I long here to return,
To wander oaken trails and hillsides roam.
My dream vacation, here before my eyes;
I pinch myself, for I’ve arrived back home.

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Seventh Place Winner
For the My Dream Vacation Poetry Contest
Sponsored by L Milton Hankins
Written 03/04/2022

Spring Is Blooming

The birds are singing merrily.
The sun is burning off the fog.
Somewhere nearby, I hear a frog, 
Oh wait, I think that might be me.

Sometimes it’s pretty hard to tell;
I’m guessing spring has now arrived.
The senses just feel less alive
With hampered hearing, stifled smell.

I know the telltale sign so well,
So I will not believe those lies.
For I can look with my own eyes:
The redbuds have begun to swell.

So I will suffer spring’s embrace.
A mixed bag, for I love these trees
Which coincide with snot-filled sneeze,
For there is beauty in this place.

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(form: Italian Quatrain)

Deceitful Redbuds

april wonderland
red bud trees so deceitful
light purple not red

Sonnet To Hope

Sonnet to Hope

Ice crackles audibly on car and face,
Windy blasts slap frigidly at the back door,
How to escape this cold day’s confinement,
Surprise! Outside, Lantanas in full bloom.

Baby yuccas illumine a fence corner,
Their mamas and papas died dry last year,
They taught them the meaning of Texas springs,
Their infants are in full yellow flower.

Teased by the warmth of south winds yesterday,
In their innocence will they fight to stay,
To meet the redbuds in a week or two,
Hold on children, winter is almost through.

Now silhouetted sleeping trees, leafless
Pattern a glorious and purple sunset.

Winter's Rolling Hours

Winter’s Rolling Hours

The gaiety has cooled to a simmering halt,
Joy punctuated by death and loss,
The nerves vibrating like a trembling violin,
The books on the desk reflecting cost.

So silent is the now of a sunshine day,
A Sunday without pressure of the world,
To recover, to reflect what did it all say,
As a New Year begins to unfurl.

A dream of spring when the jonquils bloom,
And redbuds begin to flower,
The buds of birth our hearts to renew,
Goodbye and away to winter’s rolling hours.

One Proud Yellow Dandelion

One Proud Yellow Dandelion

Lantanas and pears are lushly in bloom,
Baby chartreuse leaves brighten winter’s late gloom
And one proud yellow dandelion.

We wait for the redbuds – where are you?
There are dark spring clouds under the blue,
And one proud yellow dandelion.

Nandina berries like Christmas late,
Spring cold breezes now sealing their fate,
And one proud yellow dandelion.

Courageously the dandelion stiffly stands,
Knowing it will change, blow like sand,
And mother the earth with new children.

To bloom and fly away.

Winter Rain

A bleak morning, I waken
To relentless rain.
Drops pearl the redbuds.

Broken branches beckon
With slimy fingers.

A deserted nest perches
In the plum tree;
Black and wet, it does not
Remember the fledglings


12/4/2016 -  35 words

N/A in contest: Any Free Verse 150 words or less ( Laura Loo)
N/A in contest 245 (Brian Strand)

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