Short Spring Up Poems
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Springtime has arrived,
And so has her yellowing;
Shading everything:-
And when her rains have fallen,
Yellow puddles spring up; achoo!
Then, out of nowhere,
About six ninjas spring up,
From under the bridge.
They have their swords drawn,
Ready and willing to kill
Afro Samauri
Water flows gently
Meandering through nature
Nuturing on way
Trees grass weeds spring up
Each grows from strength received
Broadcasting seed
Unmet resolutions spring up again, hoping to bear fruit this time.
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so sweet is her love
what a wonderful woman!
exact as you would
everyday her love spring up
the lovely so sweet big girl
Acrostic Tanka Poem.
Saw tulips spring up in tranquil air,
Which were so far beyond compare;
In some shade,
God had made;
Glad He helped you plant them there.
Jim Horn
Like autumn leaves tossed by the wind,
Memories of you spring up
from the concrete corners of my mind.
The brilliant colors surprise me
and I smile at things too easily forgotten.
Recycle
Everything
Cans
Yams
Crates
Letters
Everything
Because every time you recycle
Life starts another cycle
The flowers will spring up
The landfills will disappear
And Earth can remain beautiful
Form:
The wind blowing like a gentle caress
Trees waving hello to all who see them
Grass brushes against dancing bare feet
Flowers spring up and down like an excited child
Wolves howl to the dwindling sun and rising moon
Trickling water, a natural bell
flows in rivets with carved rock.
Lush ferns spring up in the crevasses
rather alike the children of the water.
I hear the wind call me,
as I step onto the grassy ground.
Turning to face the sun,
my shadow falls behind me.
Rain, rain beating down on the window pane.
How endlessly it pours from the blackened sky.
I often wonder how and why.
Flowers spring up after the showers
Blossoming clean and fresh everywhere.
God has now made clear why it rained
To bless and refresh, he explained.
I stop at times
My thoughts pause or I mute them all .
Nope ; I recline in some other thoughts
Some other savage thoughts
Without a language ,without a dream
I mute them all .
Like those creepy eyes ,thoughts spring up again after an unquenched lustful ******.
Every human being
is gifted ...
The greatest proof is
the thought ...
Ideas spring up,
swarm constantly ...
Not every Idea become words,
not all notions Thrive on action..!
shards of rain and hail
pounding on the soaking grass...
april tempest blows
swollen river beds
fields of winter turning green...
peeking through the mud
showers feed the lawns
tender shoots that spring up strong...
flowers on the way
My home is filled with degrading losses.
Instruments that I didn't learn to play.
Seeds that abortive to spring up
Backyard hot tub is now stage.
Books bought but never read,
Plants that perished
Dreadful seats
And me.
Trite
Written: May 31, 2022
Tic toc, oh that clock
the memories we will make;
Sunshine I'll take you
Sleep I won't miss you,
Spring, Spring, Spring up!
It's almost the beginning,
The weather is changing;
Energy like color blooms,
Singing a sweet rhythm,
Sweet Kiss of Sunshine
Leave your taste on my skin
The smell of Springtime's in the air!
Flower spring up bright and fair!
Soft and moist the green grass grows,
And close nearby the river flows!
The sky above is bright and blue!
The ground is glittering with dew!
Now come and join us as we sing,
There's nothing like the joy of Spring!
As morn dawns
Another ray emerges out
Of overcast skies
Only to be covered again
Another thought lingers
Between yeah and no
Between hope and dismay
Between truth and a fib
The may be ..effort and facts
Will spring up
As morn dawns...
amidst these we strive
To make up our day
A fruitful one...
Pen has ink,
ink has my ideas,
my will enters the pen,
and makes it run,
shaping ideas,
big or small,
shallow or deep,
while thoughts are multidimentional,
pen shrinks them to two,
but that is to ordinary eyes,
to perceptive ones,
the other dimensions spring up from paper,
and reach their minds and ideas.
Immersed in
fog are
we.
Spirits moving.
Moving in
uncertainty.
Sprung up
from fog.
Basic reality
quantum uncertain.
Sprung up
from nothing,
nothing at all.
Spirits are we,
spring up from,
then
falling back
into
nothing.
Spirits
on the
move.
Popping
in and out
of many
realms.
Spirits
are we!
Perfection is an illusive pastime,
an unending quest that hides delusion
in uncharted diversions on life's path;
Distractions litter obsession's by-pass,
obstacles spring up unannounced,by chance,
opportunity deflates in despair;
Again,again the siren's call beckons
innocent naivety to regard-
mediocrity nervously breaks down.
Perfection is an illusive pastime,
an unending quest that hides delusion
in uncharted diversions on life's path;
Distractions litter obsession's by-pass,
obstacles spring up unannounced,by chance,
opportunity deflates in despair;
Again,again the siren's call beckons
innocent naivety to regard-
mediocrity nervously breaks down.
Perfection is an illusive pastime,
an unending quest that hides delusion
in uncharted diversions on life's path;
Distractions litter obsession's by-pass,
obstacles spring up unannounced,by chance,
opportunity deflates in despair;
Again,again the siren's call beckons
innocent naivety to regard-
mediocrity nervously breaks down.
Delicately beautiful are the flowers
brave, to say the least...
Withstanding natures harshness
too spring up from underneath
Earth on which we live on
lands of dust and dirt
Forging through the cracks of rocks
now isn't that a quirk?!
Whoa they are so pretty...
entrancing all to gaze
Sweetly scented, soothing, splendid
constantly amaze.
Flourishing like a fervent flower
Leaves are growing and glowing bright like the sun
Over the rainbow, there are plants and insects that crawl about and spring up in joy
Wildflower is made of serenity and hope while butterflies soar
Evergreen trees sprout from the ground like random potatoes in the garden of peace
Ready or not, the flower will grow on graciously