Spring Romanticism Poems

"The forests are in my bones"

I am a sapling small and weak
Lost in dark forest feeling meek
Old trees abound strong of bone
My bones are young...

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Mother of Nature
"The sounds of Earth is the music of my soul."Quote written by: Constance La France

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Who is the mystic mother of nature
The one who...

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As This Heart Wakes To Your Soft Touch

Sounding a change a call to arms  
echoes in heart's beatings
waging battles against world's harm
found within dawn's...

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our Spring was a whirlwind of newness
learning our emotions
exploring the worlds we were
that had left their long-held orbits
as we began a dance among the stars
in...

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You are the season that opened my heart
the birthday present my eyes sought
the sun rises and you’re in my thoughts
as night falls our world’s seemingly...

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when my thoughts trail down
those wooded paths we tread, i wonder
what there was to see in you
other than the beauty of any beast
wisdom dictates never...

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“In the Missing”



In the missing
you never left
I walk with you 
you still talk with me

We share our secrets
silently we escape 
worldly charades
we are touched, 

some...

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"Baroque Spring"


Viewed externally
I am the Winter House
Internally I am too too much 
I am eternal Baroque Spring

He watches his 
mirror twin 
and assigns fatal love
to...

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My first new poem presented on my return, composed 3 am , this morning.


PALLIATIVE

Gasping beauty of Life, Love and Nature's treasures
Dawn and its promise, given...

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Vows Of Love That Time And Distance Can Not Deny

Beyond the ocean and high clifftop ledge 
  Across great expanse of water and skies
Two...

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Spring's First Morn, Promise Of Those Rising Seeds

When seeking beauty, 'tis the rose I choose
Its flaming reds, 'oft love and truth infuse
And so reminds fine...

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“Tall Poppies, Cactus Flowers and a Girl Not Called Betty”



All the Flamingos were called Betty
on a crowded beach somewhere 

Well heeled stuck in the quick...

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Come,i carry with me
a bit of
spring in
hands...
I have a look
summer in the face
and a perfume pf
september in the
hair.i retain with me
a sweet smell pf
wet land
and...

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And On Love's Path May We Forever Trod

Once this soul beheld, - joy of morning dew
Dawn- its bright golden beams racing unto-
Verna glory within love's...

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I want more solstice evening silhouettes.
And nights of rhapsody filled with rental stars.
To explore blurred mornings when the sun rises.
With transitions dripping through the trees.

I...

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