Spring Rhyme Poems | Examples
These Spring Rhyme poems are examples of Rhyme poems about Spring. These are the best examples of Rhyme Spring poems written by international poets.
You are red sun in my gray cloudy sky
Cheering me on despite blues in life
I look up and see your beautiful light
From gold glowing soul such a delight
As white wind beneath my brown wing
You carry cranberry heart love inspiring
Your yellow whimsical smile like spring
Give rise to sapphire songbirds that sing
You are as sweet as sap from green tree
Lime cure your laugh defeats melancholy
Moonlight carves path from Black Sea
That is teal tragic past rebirth’s dream
Your heart is a love flower warm opening
Even in rain shower you power positivity
I can look at you for hours inhaling peace
You empower what nectar is to a bee
A drop of velvet forest caught in stone,
A secret green that ancient woods have known.
Deep in the quiet earth it guards its light,
A frozen glimpse of spring in endless night.
Within its heart, a fracture softly glows,
Where hidden silk and mossy gardens grow.
It breathes of morning dew and shadow deep,
The sacred vows that silent mountains keep.
The stone of hope, of rebirth and of grace,
Time cannot dim the magic of its face.
A timeless spark of nature’s royal art,
Held fast within the emerald’s green heart.
Our Summer's begun
Neath the gold-plated sun
Past opals of Fall
Winter diamonds enthrall
Chilled whippoorwill cries
Sad obsidian eyes
Thru tears it must sing
Of emeralds in Spring
Tulips in Spring
Daffodil-Summer
Snowflakes, December’s designs
~ melt on the front of my Hummer
The Bushy Creek Spring Makers Market is the call
Poetry and bee motels selling on our stall
busking in daylight
fireside songs at night
Camped out for two days we're gonna have a ball
Call them bee motels cause we don't drink alcohol
different native bees are sealing up a hole
young ones will hatch out
adults will buzz about
Collect pollen and nectar in nature that's their role
They arrive at the start of spring,
In the morning light, they sing,
On branches high they dance,
Daringly reaching for the sky, taking a chance.
Emerald leaves sway gently
in the breeze,
A soothing sound spreads among
the trees.
Beneath Summer’s warmth they drink and drink,
In various colours displaying their
beauty, glittering in sync.
Then in a blink comes autumn’s call,
Turning emerald leaves to gold and
red,
Each leaf’s vein bleeds,
And in a final twirl to the ground,
they gracefully fall.
By Zyrool
9/26
Names - every season's got 'em:
Winter, Spring, Summer, Autumn.
But one of them's got two, y'all.
Autumn's also called the Fall.
Wake me up when September ends
And autumn’s breath chills white wind
Closing denim door on Summer’s heat
With delightful crisp air of fall breeze
I had a summer I wish to forget
The pain of lost love and red regret
It was a fling that began with spring
I believe in love but love is a dream
So another holiday I’ll spend with me
Not something I hate until winter’s freeze
But that’s welcoming seasons of change
Divorcing summer and heat stroked brain
Putting a log in brick fireplace so warm
And dust off novels to read that charm
Not giving up on love that’s a thrill
But taking time to love me I feel
So this winter I want silver solitude
I’ll write as therapy find my teal truth
Listen to my mahogany favorite tunes
Dancing alone at home in my birthday suit
At the end of the yard neath an old oak tree
There's a bench where you used to sit with me
We'd bring our dolls and dream up dreams
And drink fake tea with sweets and creams
As I sit there now in the warm Spring air
I'll dream up dreams of when we were a pair
At the end of the yard neath an old oak tree
There's a bench where you used to sit with me
We'd bring our dolls and dream up dreams
And drink fake tea with sweets and creams
As I sit there now in the warm Spring air
I'll dream up dreams of when we were a pair
At the end of the yard neath an old oak tree
There's a bench where you used to sit with me
We'd bring our dolls and dream up dreams
And drink fake tea with sweets and creams
As I sit there now in the warm Spring air
I'll dream up dreams of when we were a pair
Last winter was very cold and long
Relentless storms cruel and strong
My small branches from the winds were lost
A large limb was broken by ice and frost
But now at last there are warmer days
The buds on my branches create a green haze
So I lift my limbs to the golden sun
And thank the heavens that Spring has begun
I took root in a stand of golden aspen trees
My bark resembled dark eyes all over me.
I am the oldest of the ancients in my grove,
spared thus far from the fires of a stove.
Every fall I'm forced to forfeit my dense leaves.
They're taken by the wind, and my heart grieves
but nature has to obey and follow its course...
for there's no escaping its incredible force.
My Spring clothing turned into golden dresses
that appear to be sheered as if they were tresses
upon my branches and limbs, curved and bent,
Another season passes me by; another year spent.
I'll have to face another Winter, arms laid bare
for my leaves were taken, and none were spared
to keep me warm on those cold January nights
but I will dream of Spring instead of my plights.
I sat in a cellar, cold and dank
writing poetry that you said, "stank";
so now, I sit in a Left Bank cafe,
on a fine and fresh Spring Day,
where I turn to a colorful bird,
looking for a lyrical word,
but nothing issues from his beak.
Yet, suddenly, "Voila - Eurek" -
I hear my sandwich speak.
Spring green decorates the hills
Down in the hollow where the creek flows
Wild azaleas and mountain laurel appeal
As spring a masterpiece gently shows
Once I was in my spring of life
Born, grew, developed, lived, love flowed
Years passed into summer being a wife
Then fall came, how my life slowed
Those autumn leaves swiftly fell flowing down
Their beautiful colors slowly turned into gold
Then so many shades and colors of trees' crown
What a story their descent to earth told
Bare skeletal oaks, poplar, sweet gum and dogwood
Each shape decorated the drab countryside
A longing once again for spring to come if it would
But alas the last spring has come, and can no longer abide