Spring Sonnet Poems

with a touch of rain and sun
the lawn has come to life

spring has brought forth
times of growth and times to mow

a soft breeze whispers to...

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As a child, colors weave the way I dream,
Then what I feel and how I perceive.
My humming voice a dandelion stream.
Carnation pink, fairytales I used...

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Your whisper is in the burble of the spring stream.
You pass through the internodes like rays through a prism.
I have composed my lyrics. I would...

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The die is cast, the ship has left the shore,
No turning back from paths we now embrace.
The whispered doubts we felt just moments more,
Now fade...

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"Etched in stone- names of honored souls-
                  ...

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Small wax sticks wait in their neat, bright row,
A simple paper lies out on the table.
With happy hands, new pictures then will grow,
A brand new...

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I like to dream in bright crayon color,
no brown, black, or orange pigments for me;
blue, green, purple, yellow, technicolor,
and turquoise blue and green like...

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Spring brought forth the dusting of grandeur
The blossom exploding from baring bud,
Showering lawns with lilac dander.
A benediction bound in nature’s love.
Branches laden, heavy with flowers
Sweet...

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A while ago,—you seemed a fantasy—
and like a fragmentary apparition
or a flutter flitting past my faint cognition
—to my buzzing thoughts: you the rose, I the...

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"And you, Brutus?" And then was Caesar dead.
A moment's act and history's chapter done;
A moment's thrust and Caesar's life was bled,
And you the one that...

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As Antarctica fills with snow
Eyes with a lot of hopes,
As Marina trench deep and low 
Passions increase in heart's shopes.

As pure rain-water as the heart,
As...

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Flammable I’m nor dry tinder,
Scare me nor threaten of lightning,
Past autumn and chilly winter,
I look forward to the next spring.

I’m already left with few leaves,
Let...

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Like late eve of a slowly dying year, 
Yellowing leaves await when falling down, 
Soon to get trodden when dried to dull brown, 
A few...

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Four seasons fill a year’s colours of time
  and fills the core of human shell and gourd -
in that fullness of youth’s Spring balm...

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As every drop hath magic of its own,
And yet within a river finds its whole,
So are our lives of merit all alone,
And yet a facet...

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