Spring Sonnet Poems

Out of heaven,the good Lord made
a garden that does not fade,
each Spring,His season,to renew
greeness with much grandeur to view;
Robins,starlings and sparrows new,
missel thrushes and blackbirds...

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Why I am me,                                           ...

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To bleed unto blood may pride be true, 
unto you, unto you. 
I call out your name. 
Echoes of my voice be with-in a distance...

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Forests, meadows, and brooks evoke feeling.
They dwell in isolation and therefore live eternally.
It conveys delight to those whose words cannot be reaching.
They aren't dead, but...

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"The seasons of all things have much in-store;
       for life brings death- 
      ...

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The heady scent, earth hugging early rain—
Mere gift of first rains be and gone ere long,
Never repeated soon enough again,
Short and sweet comes alas a...

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Sparkling springs came as the time’s wheel rolled by,
our hearts entwined we walked the garden trail.
Ardent fervor on cloud in blue, set sail,
not long, for...

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A parody of Wordsworth's "The World Is Too Much with Us,” which appears under the parody       
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Our spring is bowing now to summer days 
as it matured from buds, now fully bloomed;
from wispy greens, trees formed a denser phase.  
Our...

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When the snow melts, there is joy all around,
Freshness uplifts our senses, hope is born,
Beryl scenes are once more seen on the ground,
When the snow...

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North wind has gone back to polar abode
Cloud wisps shine in blue sky soaking sunray,
On flow of breeze they script for spring an ode,
North wind...

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What be of love if one was purged of thee
To claim a life of constant misery,
To wander lost a blind alley not free
Turned from once...

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Beloved Blooms

I awoke to a garden of flowers, 
A bouquet of words that blooms from within.
Expressions conceived, grown by spring showers,
A dream or a quest...

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Sarang of my good luck you are the one, 
that shelters me when it begins to rain  
Merakian soul come be my southern sun...

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Spring blossom’s fine and fine’s monsoon season,
But summertime love’s like a passing shower,
E’en autumn, if my heart’s free from frisson,
No, summertime love’s not my fond...

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