Spring Romanticism Poems

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Four blossoms fall
coming to a rest
on the crest of a wave
rippling across the fathomless lake.

Three flowers flowing
sweet wind blows
the scent of fresh buns 
in the...

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Wrote this one using some of my own prompts and prompts by my fellow poets...


If love were a thorn-less rose,
I would have gifted you
a thousand...

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My name is season.
Come rain, sunshine, I will always be there for you.
Come spring, summer, autumn or winter, I will always be present.
I will always...

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Flowers, butterflies, sky, and stars,
All are old expressions of love
I compare thy likeness with a fresh spring
Melodies as if they are Divine, and a longing...

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"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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