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.
This season seems to last forever.
Seems spring will never reappear.
Seems everyone is just waiting for the sun
But it’s not here…
All I recall is nasty weather
It is so hard to persevere.
All I have done is sit here waiting for the sun
But it’s not here…
It seems I’ve lost my sense of wonder
Trying to overcome my fear
I don’t want to run, I am waiting for the sun
But it’s not here…
Despair is trying to pull me under.
I cannot shake my spirit clear.
Spring just hasn’t sprung, I am waiting for the sun
But it’s not here…
Is dawn on its way? Will I ever see the day?
Or is darkness all that I will ever see?
Looking for some light in this never-ending night.
Is this how it’s always going to be?
This season cannot last forever…
Soon spring will have to reappear.
Just like everyone, I am waiting for the sun
But it’s not here…
I am so tired of nasty weather
Not much to do but persevere.
It’s not much fun sitting, waiting for the sun
When it’s not here…
Categories:
sun,
I am grateful for having the genes of an optimist…
and all the joy they bring…
making every day I wake up
feel like the very first day of Spring
Categories:
happiness,
The stars lean closer when she moves,
Rare beauty folded in her quiet step.
A breath of perfume,
The air is changed—
It is sweeter,
As though spring has learned a new song.
Her legs are longer than the shadows,
Her fingers linger like willows in the wind,
Her small feet are swifter than birds
Across the fields of dawn.
She is athletic as rivers leaping,
Intelligent as the hidden moon,
Empathetic as rain that softens
The hardest clay of sorrow.
Her mind is sound,
A place where silence finds rest,
And yet her laughter is a bell
That summons joy from the distance.
When I draw near,
She tastes of apples,
Of orchards heavy with ripeness,
Of other grand things unnamed—
A sweetness meant for autumn,
But given freely in the summer’s heart.
The great attractor is not the stars,
But the pulse within her being,
Drawing me forever into her light.
Categories:
12th grade,
"In fall, nature must rest for when they return in spring, to be at their best. " -quote by poet
The trees hear whispers in the wind begin
It's now time to surrender and let fall win
Slumber is upon them as they start to let go
To be strong and barren for blankets of snow
Branches relax as their leaves start to turn
Letting them fall knowing in spring they’ll return
Hummingbirds hover as they frantically feed
Fresh nectar for their migration trips a need
The wind whispers warnings as the days get shorter
When ready, he'll find his mate and will escort her
Goldfinches appear in their olive drab feathers
Working to secure their nests with twig tethers
Squirrels and chipmunks are scurrying about
Busy finding acorns as they sputter and spout
They listen to the wind as it whistles and whirls
And lifts fallen ground leaves in colorful swirls
Flowers hold on to their last blooming breaths
Before they all succumb to their fall deaths
Nature always listens to the wind's fall requests
Categories:
autumn, bird, nature, tree,
In the springtime of my life,
I hear the birds, singing delight
Crooning the hope through my worst strife,
Silencing shadows with sweetest insight
In the summertime of my life,
I hear the whisper of leaves, alive
Telling a story of when I’m filled with strife
Pouring out hope, assured I’ll survive
In the autumn of my life,
I hear the music of stars at twilight,
Revealing the music of hope despite strife
Rising in victory, the music He’ll write
In the winter of my life,
I hear the praise of each sunrise
Coloring my world beautiful despite the strife
When death comes, there’ll be no surprise
In the days that leave me unsure,
I hear the beautiful of a God who is true
And I know, all this fear and doubt I’ll endure,
Knowing that my heart, He will surely renew!
Categories:
autumn, seasons, spring, summer,
Sweet-scented breeze when wafts around,
A thrilled Koyal breaks into song,
On tree branches fresh sprouts abound,
On her face, love-making gone long,
Pearly sweat beads do when alight,
To whom would a scene not delight?
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Translation (sestet*) | 33.08.2025 | spring, night, delight, nightingale, nostalgia
*Wonder, if it can be called a Sestetto Rima-- iambic meter with a rhyme scheme of ABABCC.
Note: Here is a verse (in Harini meter) from Bhartrihari’s Shringaara Shatakam (hundred verses on love and romance). The poet paints here a picture of a spring season in full spell: when fragrance wafts around, tender sprouts surround, a Koyal sings, sweat beads alight from her face from prolonged coitus, who’d not get delighted? Here is the transliteration of the Sanskrit verse:
Parimala amrtah vatah shakha nava-ankura-kotayo,
Madhura-viruta-utkantha vachah priyah pika pakshinam |
Virala surata sveda-udgara vadhu-vadana-indavah,
Prasarati madhau ratryam jatah na kasya guna-udayah || 37 ||
Categories:
night, nostalgia, spring,
I dreamed of vows not spoken once,
But whispered daily, leaf by leaf,
Like moss that clings with tender strength
To stone that would not seek relief.
The years are gentle in their weight,
They press us close, yet keep us free;
Your hand in mine is steadfast earth,
A root that steadies trembling sea.
We live in words that will not fade,
In truth that shines through darkest rain;
Loyalty, a constant fire,
That warms but never leaves a stain.
Green leaves return each changing spring,
They do not fear the frost of fall;
So love, in quiet constancy,
Renews itself and answers all.
I do not crave a fleeting star,
But light that lingers, sure and still;
A marriage made of trust and time,
Of chosen hearts, of patient will.
So let us walk where moss is deep,
Where truth has softened every stone;
And know that what we’ve built will last,
No vow more faithful than our own.
Categories:
12th grade,
Spring Cleaning in the Fall
Too Late to Catch the Ball
Under a Harvest Moon
Those Hungry Hearts will Swoon
Dancing 'Neath Amber Light
Dancing Free thru the Night
Everyone's at the Ball
I'm Spring Cleaning!...That's All?
Categories:
dance,
“Spring is when life's alive in everything.” Christina Rossetti
Springtime Splendour
SPRING TIME UNDER VISIBLE WAY
Radiantly making headway
To carpet the hills with deep green
And sprinkle beauty across land
A BEE COMES DANCING EAGERLY
From midst of its honeyed perfume
To a park with flowers in bloom
To seek nectar for its beehive
BIRDS COMING DOWN EARNESTLY FREE
Are welcome to their breeding grounds
With open arms and joyful heart
Until time for them to depart
GOLDEN HYACINTH, IRIS, JASMINE, KALMIA
And many more, comely flowers
Adorn the alleys and park side
Nature`s sensory springtime pride
Categories:
appreciation, beauty, nature, spring,
Tonight Chumki drifts to a gentle sleep,
And with her the poems their silence keep.
No murmur of verses, no whisper of rhyme,
The hours move slowly, unmeasured by time.
The stars look down with a softened gaze,
Darkness enfolds in its velvet haze.
No chatter of stanzas, no lyrical sound,
Only the hush of the night all around.
Dreams weave quietly in silver streams,
Guarding the doorway to tender dreams.
The restless lines lie still and deep,
For even the muses have gone to sleep.
Yet in the silence, a promise lies near,
That dawn will awaken the songs we revere.
When Chumki wakes, her smile will rise,
And poems will flutter once more to the skies.
Categories:
bangla, beautiful, bird, blue,
Quiet, restful Summer took us venturing
the season that matured from early Spring.
But now it's facing change, adventuring
to the stage that bends to Autumn's call.
Blissfully canceling direction, enters Fall
to soon create new glories all its own,
as Summer's pastel colors overhaul
to golden, burnished hues new days will bring.
Air becoming cooler, daylight even fades
as the sun sets earlier each day.
Landscapes turn to ash till each pervades
bright Autumn leaves that fall from every tree.
Left meandering near open places, quilts
of colored leaves grace the withered lawns;
while naked tree trunks stand like waiting stilts-
to sleep in Winter and awake next Spring.
Categories:
change, seasons,
I have so little time
It seems
I wake up half way through
My dreams
Awake I fear not
Demon screams
But those concocted
By pre-teens
Or worse
The subtle facial memes
Of ever changing
Toddler schemes
Then with stealth
I spring the trap
A story told
Before a nap
Categories:
grandparents,
They see the storm, the pouring rain,
And whisper low, "Destruction again."
Yet who has thought when thunder cries,
It's nature's voice that fills the skies?
A desperate scream, a broken plea,
Begging for help, for harmony.
It never chose this fate of fear,
It's path was carved, it's end made clear.
The storm was never born to scare,
It only carried what it must bear.
For wouldn't it wish, if it had the say,
To bloom like spring, to shine like day?
To dress the earth in glitter and gold,
Make roses blossom, skies unfold
Not tear the petals, not dim the light,
Not turn the heavens to endless night.
It can't choose the wars it fights,
Not what it shatters in sleepless nights.
And that is why I love the rain,
The thunder's song, the storm's refrain.
I'd stand for hours beneath it's tears,
And listen close it calms my fears.
For as the earth must weep to mend,
So too must humans... to let go, to transcend.
Categories:
conflict, emotions, rain,
Sweetly
comes spring
with rain
and sun;
nature
is so
alive
Hotter
days make
me laze.
I thrill
to feel
summer
arrive.
Autumn
brightly
adorns
trees and
cool nights
lengthen
out then.
Snow drifts
aglow;
winter
brings cold
till spring
returns
again.
Categories:
seasons,
I am afraid to die, to leave the sun,
The gentle hum of rivers, and the rain.
The roses I have loved, the songs once sung,
The quiet evenings I shall see no more.
I am afraid to die, to lose the light
That filters soft through trees in spring,
The tender hush of stars that pierce the night,
The little joys that made my spirit sing.
I am afraid to die, to leave my heart
Where laughter lingers, yet I can't stay,
To see my friends and loved ones drift apart,
And all my cherished memories fade.
Yet if I must, let gentle night be near,
To calm the trembling shadow of my fear.
Perhaps in sleep, a brighter world may lie,
A river flowing toward the endless sky.
I am afraid, yet still I breathe goodbye.
Categories:
12th grade,