Spring Simile Poems | Examples
These Spring Simile poems are examples of Simile poems about Spring. These are the best examples of Simile Spring poems written by international poets.
PONDERING THE SEASONS
(Apropos Of Our Nation’s Seasons)
After Autumn's falls, Winter is like war;
And Spring seeks to bring about resurrection:-
Summer prepares all for nature’s transitions:
Today, it looks like an autocratic Winter is coming:-
IN THE WAKE OF POLITICAL RENDERINGS
In today’s diabolical
Political renderings,
Let’s not be like
Naked sage trees:
Leaves and fruits rotting
In unjust, bigoted political dirt:-
Rather, today let’s spring into life
And be like un-cocooned butterflies,
Soaring free and prepared as ought to be:
Pollinating flowering life with justice and equality:-
And like hived bees, let’s be about the honey flowing
Of long time awaited retribution, liberty, and equanimity:-
Blossoming onwards
Know you’re worthy of success;
God…navigating…
Like flowers of spring,
Your destiny is assured;
God…cultivating…
Plow onwards in faith,
Rowing towards your greatness;
God…fertilizing…
I miss you
like the parched earth thirsts for the rain
I miss you
like the nightingale's song heralds the coming of spring
I miss you
like the night birds wait for the darkness to fall
I miss you
like a warm campfire on a chilly wintry night
I miss you
like the sunshine on a damp cloudy day
I miss you
infinitely in every possible way
Do you miss me like I do?
The VOW
I can't recall the day or time when I fell for you,
That precious, defining moment when I grew fond of you.
That's how much I have grown obsessed with you.
But I guess the answer lies deep inside,
In the once-empty void I call my eyes.
spend a lot of sleepless nights thinking about how all this is going to play out.
You wanna hear my vow so bad, it makes you shout.
Sadly, despite the volumes of dictionary and literature I seem to consume, I can't find words that hold a candle to you.
I can't bear the thought of anything being a fluke.
Through the bloom of spring to the harvest of autumn. All I know, today, yesterday, and tomorrow,
Is that I will love you through joy, rain, sunshine, and sorrow.
Poets without new rhymes
are poets without a Muse;
poets whose lines don't flow
are poets we cannot use.
Like artists who don't paint,
or minstrels who don't sing;
the world has no time or place
for poets so fruitless in the spring.
If rhymes were more plentiful
and lines were much more flourishing,
the earth at this time of year
would thrive, and be more nourishing.
A tree is like a blank book
that nature writes her seasons on
In Winter black branches woebegone
With snow and ice and brazen rook
A tree is like a blank book
Which spring soon paints in pink chiffon
As if at a signal — to act upon
Not one blossom will overlook
A tree is like a blank book
And summer the season of sweet bygone
And tongue in cheek, writes, green as a lawn
Cool tangle of leaves and meadowbrook.
A tree is like a blank book
Where autumn leaves warm tones adorn
In her golden shroud the year withdrawn
Until nature gives back all she took.
In my meadow the scent of spring ripples in air,
I see the dance of patina on dainty petals of daisy,
unfurling with the touch of dawn’s spectrum,
like your hazel eyes out of the trance of dream.
The flowers blossom in chromatic charisma of joy,
look up to the sunburst pallet of the seamless sky,
the essence is suffused with splendorous sparkle,
painting pristine portrait of your of surreal beauty .
As the satin night showers the silver tinsels,
floating in the mystique miasma of moonbeam,
I descry the sparkling sky descend in my garden,
you shine with sapphire hue as sprouting stars.
The celestial charm of golden glow,
pulsates in my heart with enticing rhythm,
that radiates the luring luster of exultation
from the core of fair petals of your floral face.
Pining for the embrace of your radiant purity
I make my yearning an ornate vase,
place a bunch of blooming buds,
that flower you for me as fresh as a daisy.
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July 30, 2022
Contest : Simile
Sposnored by : Hilo Poet
I see a smile as a shooting star
That soars to the heights where the eagles are
Yet, a smile is like spring in its freshest hue
Or maybe like a jewel of morning dew
A smile is like a wind in its breezy bands
Or tiny bubbles where water stands A smile in the eyes clears the morning light
And a smile on the lips touches the sky at night
But the wind can blow out and bubbles dry
The spring fades into the summer’s sky
The dew dries up, and shooting stars, shot
But a smile, on a face is never forgot
Winter can be thought of a pause waiting for the breath of spring.
This pause is a chance for us to appreciate the little things in life that make it beautiful.
Let this pause allow us to remember those who have touched our hearts leaving us with a smile.
Let this pause grant us time to appreciate life, our life, without comparing it to another person's life.
Let this pause provide an opportunity to show our love and warmth to those hearts that have been cold.
My wish is for those who are suffering to find an end of their suffering, and to find rewards in this life, to focus on the simple things lighting up the light in their life.
Edward J Ebbs - December 12, 2021
Comes spring abound-in'
With showy blossoms
Swinging to and fro
Waving in breezes
Like newborn puppies
Wagging happy tails
[I have no idea how to get a picture to accompany this here or how to install it. Sorry.]
SECOND PLACE WINNER
Written March 15, 2021
For "Tableau" Contest
Sponsored by Joseph May
Mother Nature's magnificent, all know:
when spring imbues new life, year after year,
rays of gold feed the land, and the plants grow
so that all of earth in this hemisphere,
from east to west, again vibrate and flow
with verdant grandeur that mortal men fear.
As earliest men draw their breath in awe
of Nature's ancient majesty and source,
from the beginning of time, as by law,
the seasons take their predetermined course;
and, as relentless as an iron paw,
renew the earth with life-endowing force!
So, if the handiwork of Mother Nature
be so magnificent and grandiose,
let her then be man's benevolent teacher
so she may instruct, enjoin, and enclose
them as faithful stewards: and then may feature
her fearful powers to them in cool repose.
I long for your truant inspiration,
O Muse, for I've felt your absence too long;
empower me to sing a gay, new song,
that with pen I may still bring creation!
Reappear, Muse, to my great elation:
for you can never do me ill or wrong;
arrive! so that my distress won't prolong,
nor shall persist the source of my frustration.
For your return shall cripple disrepair
of my Parnassus, and will have its sway:
so the cease of my creative despair,
like spring that reanimates life everywhere,
will dawn on this most, most auspicious day
when comes alive this sonnet through this way!
I long for thy truant inspiration,
O Muse! (I feel thine absence for too long.).
Restore to me the gift of creation
once more,—that I may sing a new, gay song.
Reappear soon to my great elation,
O Muse! For thou canst never do me wrong,
or be the cause of my dislocation:
upon thy return my distress won't prolong.
On thine arrival, this crippling disrepair
of my Parnassus shall give up its sway,
and the end of my creative despair
will arrive on this most auspicious day
(like spring that welcomes existence everywhere),
when this new sonnet comes to life this way.
Nature is growing all around you,
Just like the world, it never stops;
Enjoy the sun shining on the dew
Beautiful as the sunset over the treetops.
The air outside is fresh and cool,
The spring time breeze calms the mind;
Nature creates its own jewels
And leaves them for us to find.
Gather friends and family 'round;
Go outside and have some fun.
Celebrate for happiness found;
Run around and play in the sun.
Embrace the beauty of each day,
Before it is too late and you pass away.