Purposeful and proud the blooms appear
Underneath the sky there's such delight
I can feel the warmth of love so dear
By my side you bring me the sunlight
Walking hand in hand we smell the breeze
Springtime in our hearts creates such calm
Sunshine filters through the blossoming trees
Falling down upon us like a balm
Decorate my hair with flowered bows
Given to us from the pastures green
Mighty joy and happiness here grows
As we get caught up in this love scene
Spring is in the air and so is passion
Beautifying everything in sight
Wearing adoration like a fashion
Basking in the depth of love's sunlight
Where am I to run, when I get afraid,
The moon bursts in a hundred flames when I finaly escape.
Sprinting fast as lightning, falling hard as rain,
Nothing ever seems to help to purify this pain.
A thousand hearts will break, every single day,
Is it bad for me to view the world in such a way?
Plowing through the tundras of our unforgotten past,
Waiting for the sun's bright rays to melt the snow at last.
See I do not appreciate theleaves hiding the ground,
It represents the purest truth that shant ever be found.
If love is what yearn for, you'll have to climb a bit,
For love awaits on top of mountains,on the very tip.
Finding your life's meaning is not an easy task,
But if you follow what you love you'll teaar off lie's great mask.
So keep on trying don't give up i guess and I suppose,
Follow love and you will see life bloom into a rose.
Crisp air thin and dry
Snuggles under covers sweet
Giggles and tickles
Fall into love once more dear
Sprinkle love like leaves aground
The season I lost
A season which can't be found
The past, never came
Another season
Approaching my vision now
I cannot miss it
This time, I will know
The experience I'll gain
from this new season
If I miss this chance
I will lose my fall feeling
and the love I had
The experience
my experience will last
if i hold my sight
I blinked and it left
the love I had left my heart
the season has passed
Rows and rows of tulips
Planted in rows by color
Blowing in the breeze
Like a flag of multicolor
Oh! How lovely in spring
To see the tulips with green
Hear the bird's voices sing
If thinking made it so
Off to spring I would go
Carrying little just a notebook
Where I could write, and look
At the cottony clouds
Finding shapes that I say
Outloud, thinking on shades
Of blue and how much I love you
But thinking is only a dream
Where my love I entertain
Reality sets in and then
The work of the day begins
But even then I get carried away
Come with me today
Into the land of fantasy and play
When my love trek through each season,
know that it is for a special reason.
So, as that affection travels among the heat waves of Summer,
such lust shall explode like the bomb of a bomber.
And, while those flaming emotions journey across the withering Autumn,
my burning passion will not fall but be a strong fiery column.
Yet, when this fervor traverse the freezing icestorms of Winter,
cold nor snow will cause my fire to be *inter.
Then, finally, in the time of Spring-
a brand new bloom of love shall this bring.
*Inter- means to bury a (corpse,etc.).
I love farmland in spring
and new beginnings
and winning in extra innings.
I love a fat lady singing;
barbecues, chilling, grilling;
no curfews, imported brews;
a lime or two beautiful women;
swimming in ocean michigan.
Bonfires waterside
with fire flies flying by;
whiskey bottle by my side;
sitting, sipping, simply wishing
summertime would continue.
But autumn's harvest wont be far off
and winter blowing in is looking grim.
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Pour love everywhere
Veer fairy lilies gently
Thrilling spring’s beauty
Plant white carnation
Daisies are chanting “Holy”
Freeing harmony
Pour love everywhere
Palm branches cuddle lily
Wine is spring’s honey
Plant dwarf gladiolus
A rosy crown is homey
Fairy’s sketch pretty.
By: Nadia Shahwan. This poem "Pour Love" won an honorable mention in June
2009, then became the winner in January 2010.
This time of year, it changes here
As the people come together
With a big smile, lasting a while
Enough to outlast the weather
Yes, in our hearts, where love does start
The season is felt deep inside
For all good cheer, this time of year
Is then shared with love and with pride
Noel – my own creative style of 8 syllable lines, rhyming each 4th syllable on the 1 and 3
lines and rhyming lines 2 and 4
Thoughts of Two Dimensions
Yesterday, I loved your courtyards
bathed in moonlight's shadows and smiles,
smitten by wavering stars,
lanterns of my youth,
that are reflected as coins,
in the quiet waters of your fountains.
Those are my reminiscences
arabesque creatures of an old chest,
sanctified by the lavender,
and left on the bottom of my wardrobe.
Today, I love your crowded streets,
pebbled alleyways that breathe
with aromas of kitchens,
shouts of children quarreling,
and nagging of older women
behind those awnings and windows of life well known.
Tomorrow, I will love your hot paved squares
that open to the harbors and promising high seas
while cypresses will send regards to far away winds,
and seagulls will sing nostalgia cries
of wandering merchants and sailors.
The rustle of a leaf
And a smiling mouse.
The rustle of a leaf
And the cold cold chill.
The winter's sun looks sad.
Flowers cease to bloom.
My love for winter, is beyond the sun
My love for winter is gone.
You killed the trees
And the rustling leaves.
The tiny mouse ran from you.
Did you ask the mouse, why?
The rustle of the leaf is gone.
My empty heart is dead.
The rustle of the leaves,
My rodent friend is dead.
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