Short Natural Spring Poems

Short Natural Spring Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Natural Spring by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Natural Spring by length and keyword.


Kissing the Surface of Natural Spring Water

kissing you is like kissing the surface of natural spring water
i let the whole of the feeling consume me
as a result, i am fully cleansed
the angels sing and dance
God gives His approval with a warm smile
i, in positive effect, feel loved
contentment more enlivened knowing that from you, the feeling is sincerely mutual
© Marty King  Create an image from this poem.


Pumping Fast..

Pumping Fast


Beautiful trees.
Green leaves shadow underneath.
Like a canopy.

A small natural spring.
With natures rocks.
Covering life’s drinks.

There is not much grass. 
Much pebbles, trails, then sand.

Birds chirping. 
Peacefully walking singing.

Heart started pumping fast. 
Just a deer that ran past.
© Jack Reed  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Imagism

Eternal Spring

With each stone,
A certain size,
A distinct color,
Water flows gracefully
Over each backbone of the brook.

Along the brook,
The water is pristine,
Yet calm and quiet,
Rolling over stones
And pebbles, the water streams into
A natural spring.

The spring dwells
Eternal life,
Once drank,
Life everlasting.
Offering life after passing.

Premium Member PARENTS

 ' Maternal love is an instinct, but paternal love is also distinct.' -  Poet

                      Mother's love shower from natural spring 
                      Father to gain confidence from offspring.
                      From mother child seeking carefree shelter.
                      Father is the best known baby sitter.
Form: Couplet

Premium Member Do I have the Nerve

White foamy waves like a spider’s web
Rising out of the water, surrounding the point
The cliffs are darker at this time of year
No breeze today, so this is a natural spring

Irish spring, how marvelous
I wonder about the dangers of getting closer
Dare I try my feet on these giant rocks?
What if I plunge into the depths of the sea?

Would a merman save me? I stare at the point
Is it the tower of the lost civilization of Atlantis?
I want to get closer, but do I have the nerve?
I do….


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