Spring Shape Poems | Examples
These Spring Shape poems are examples of Shape poems about Spring. These are the best examples of Shape Spring poems written by international poets.
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I
am
slipping
into a dream,
I am in a forest
of trees so beautiful
and I see myself a tree,
my roots deep in the earth
my branches raised to the sun.
I am strength and I am courage.
A river flows past me like a stream
of glass. I am tranquility and serenity.
The winds are whistling through my weeping
leaves like a violin crying and echoing in the forest.
I gave
to life
all the
soul I
had in me, all the tears, trembling, throbbing- and all the pain fell
as Autumn leaves. My pain drifted away in red, and orange decay
I rested under the snow and placed on a cloak of pure white beauty,
then, in the Spring I put on an emerald gown so pretty and lovely.
There’s fire in those eyes
Flames flicker from finger tips
Her voice is forged from thunder
She has such shapely hips
She’s not quick to anger
Still you do not want her scorn
Her’s is the soul of a warrior
Heaven sent not mortal born
She is the thing of legends
Impossible to understand
With subtle smile upon her lips
The sky she does command
You may call her nature
A mother to us all
Winter spring and summer
multicoloured in the fall.
Stare upon her beauty
Suckle at her breast
God’s offering from the heavens
Is she a curse or are we blessed?
JOY, JOY, JOY
Joy
to the
world! It is
the joyous time
of the year. Fretting,
dragging are not allowed.
Smile, jump, shake, shake, shake.
Shake the weight off your shoulder, stop
carrying it. Open your heart to faith, open your
mind to hope, welcome joy with spring in
your steps, enthusiasm, start acts of
greetings, a wave, a nod. Be
kind and thankful to lift
your soul. Now,
time for
joy.
JOY
JOY
J O Y
J O Y
J O Y
J O Y
HAPPY HOLIDAYS!
12/3/23 Sweet Lady Jane (Marilene Evans)
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I
am
Christmas
in a fir tree,
I was born wild,
in a boreal forest.
And I never imagined,
that I would end up lit up,
my branches holding decorations.
I was about strength and about courage,
a river flowed past me since I was a young.
Now, I am tranquility and serenity in my death,
a symbol of Christmas, twinkling in the living room.
My branches like a quiet violin crying, you can hear them falling
I gave
to life
all the
soul I
had in me, all these years, trembling in the wind, the sun, the rain
and snow. My reward for being majestic is my death ... how cruel!
I rested under the snow and placed on a cloak of pure white beauty,
then ... in the Spring my roots felt the black earth and I dug deeper.
The
voice of spring rain
It’s darkly etched, in the sky face,
rainshade in the main, I don't complain.
lyrical steps falling, frothing seductively, slo-flowing
rain that they are strained. The weather vane's
become inane, when every day it rains again. It's plain
to
see
for
you
and
me
it
has
to
be
the
end *
of play.
bud
blooms
with pristine
beauty
of
j
o
y
sprouts in the flower pot standing stable
on the shelf of window on meadow
in my lonely twilight hours
brings the spring hues
fills up my heart
with delight
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G O L D E N
Y E L L O W
C A T K I N
W I L L O W
G R E E T S
S P R I N G
.
winter
icy, dreary
slipping, freezing, biting
frost, blizzard, warm, sunshine
illuminating, awakening, resurrecting, flying
spring
w
h
e
n
kites fly
i
n
gentle breezes
a
g
a
i
n
s
t
the wind
w
h
e
e
f
u
n
Written: 03/07/2023
Shadows like spider webs across the lane
Shape-shifting slowly as the sun drifts
Across oranges of autumn making the hills sing.
I think of waning summer days and
Autumn's chilly nights soon coming,
Calling for warm jackets and scarves,
While the squirrels bed down in their nests
To await the coming of another spring
For scampering in yonder meadow flowering.
HONORABLE MENTION
written September 27, 2021
"Write What Inspires" Poetry Contest
All Poetry
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I
am
slipping
into a dream,
I am in a forest
of trees so beautiful
and I see myself a tree,
my roots deep in the earth
my branches raised to the sun.
I am strength and I am courage.
A river flows past me like a stream
of glass. I am tranquility and serenity.
The winds are whistling through my weeping
leaves like a violin crying and echoing in the forest.
I gave
to life
all the
soul I
had in me, all the tears, trembling, throbbing- and all the pain fell
as Autumn leaves. My pain drifted away in red, and orange decay
I rested under the sun and placed on a cloak of pure white beauty,
then in the Spring I put on an emerald gown so pretty and lovely.
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I
am
slipping
into a dream,
I am in a forest
of trees so beautiful
and I see myself a tree,
my roots deep in the earth
my branches raised to the sun.
I am strength and I am courage.
A river flows past me like a stream
of glass. I am tranquility and serenity.
The winds are whistling through my weeping
leaves like a violin crying and echoing in the forest.
I gave
to life
all the
soul I
had in me, all the tears, trembling, throbbing- and all the pain fell
as Autumn leaves. My pain drifted away in red, and orange decay
I rested under the sun and placed on a cloak of pure white beauty,
then in the Spring I put on an emerald gown so pretty and lovely.
Inhale
Imbibe
Breathe Deeply
Then Exhale
Leap Heart; Rejoice!
Ecstasy Unveil.
Eyes Swimming; Head Spinning
To a Perfect Storm--
All Five Senses Attuned.
Yes, Yes. Feel It
Cascading:
Torrents of
Heaven's
Rain.
March 04, 2018
~Spring Song~
( The Tree)
Spring
Is here
One more time
All hearts rejoice
Flowers bloom come out
Trees get new leaves renew
Springs so very beautiful
Butterflies dance birds fly soar sing
S
P
R
I
N
G
IS HERE
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2016
February.03.2016
~Author's Notes:
" The Tree" is a poetry style created by Dorian Petersen Potter, aka ladydp2000 on September.20.2009.
Sun
Shine
Sparkles
Parting Clouds
Let rays reach forth
Through Star Magnolia's
Swollen buds which wait
A warm mother earth's signal
To open revealing those blossoms
White stars tinged of spring's luxury
First blossoms to expose their white beauty
Showing that spring surely arrives despite cold
Nine degrees cold freeze their tender swollen buds
Wrap a blanket of love around to protect each tiny limb
Of
The Tree
That awaits spring
Let the buds be there to speak of rebirth