Beautiful Spring Poems | Examples
These Beautiful Spring poems are examples of Spring poems about Beautiful. These are the best examples of Spring Beautiful poems written by international poets.
September puts a Spring in my Step.
Like a newborn lamb I frolic about
Running through fields of newly grown grass
With a smile on my face I sing and shout.
With Winter gone, I now enjoy you.
Beautiful Spring, I’m so glad you are out.
Springing here,
Blooms dance, sunshine wafts,
Feel our smiles.
In the springtime of my life,
I hear the birds, singing delight
Crooning the hope through my worst strife,
Silencing shadows with sweetest insight
In the summertime of my life,
I hear the whisper of leaves, alive
Telling a story of when I’m filled with strife
Pouring out hope, assured I’ll survive
In the autumn of my life,
I hear the music of stars at twilight,
Revealing the music of hope despite strife
Rising in victory, the music He’ll write
In the winter of my life,
I hear the praise of each sunrise
Coloring my world beautiful despite the strife
When death comes, there’ll be no surprise
In the days that leave me unsure,
I hear the beautiful of a God who is true
And I know, all this fear and doubt I’ll endure,
Knowing that my heart, He will surely renew!
Tonight Chumki drifts to a gentle sleep,
And with her the poems their silence keep.
No murmur of verses, no whisper of rhyme,
The hours move slowly, unmeasured by time.
The stars look down with a softened gaze,
Darkness enfolds in its velvet haze.
No chatter of stanzas, no lyrical sound,
Only the hush of the night all around.
Dreams weave quietly in silver streams,
Guarding the doorway to tender dreams.
The restless lines lie still and deep,
For even the muses have gone to sleep.
Yet in the silence, a promise lies near,
That dawn will awaken the songs we revere.
When Chumki wakes, her smile will rise,
And poems will flutter once more to the skies.
burgundy and cream
and orange blossoms she wore
crowned in hues and lore
fresh naturally
like deep green, minty morning
sweet scent trails forming
queen of nature crowned
in myriad blooms daily
so lovely lately
Yesterday was your birthday
Unfortunately, that was a busy day
However, I went to the garden
Of my heart this beautiful morning
Where I picked an invisible rose that could bring:
Happiness, joy, good humor and an early spring.
I shaved my beard and mustache to make your day
With all my heart, I wish you a happy birthday
Oh! I would like to charm you until nightfall
When the rainbow is no more in the fall
Toward another horizon, for another season
Please accept this rose, this poem, this song.
P.S. This poem is dedicated to my good friend.
Copyright © August 2025 Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
Sweet snowdrop bells ring!
The violets are coming
Days are chanting spring.
Crimson camelias call
from dreams near the garden wall.
Gold sun fields await
rich tulips of tomorrow!
Lily's never late.
Then pansies' pink faces greet
blue roses across the street.
warm green days have come
and candy striped rainbow skies
buttercup surprise
bee visits red rose
near the house of gold treasure ~
sweet beyond measure
purple lilies please
through sparkling emerald days
or orange dusk rays
mornings minty fresh
yield to sage evening at last ~
and mauve mist forecast
The first signs of spring—
the lily of the valley
bordering the garden.
The faint sounds of baby birds:
tiniest glimmers
of the beauty that surrounds us
daily.
The green foliage,
a tapestry of wonders.
Feel the soft mound beneath your feet.
A butterfly—
a sign of life—
flutters away.
In the distance, the sound of a baby’s cries—
a miracle
surrounded with hope.
The clouds, so light and fluffy,
a different dimension—
eyes peering down on us.
Tiniest glimmers.
Sublime summer is arriving,
The darling daisies are gossiping
Laying on the sill of the silly window,
The sun is complimenting them excessively,
The blush is lustrous and lurking.
Summer is shimmering on its way,
Spring is packing her suitcase,
Ready to leave,
She doesn't get along with her sister,
Summer's soar sight
Can make Spring blind.
Spring loves her eyes
So she's absolutely ready for goodbyes,
I should not hold her,
I'd write a goodbye letter
Hoping that she'd feel better,
Sisterhood is a vital matter,
Spring and summer can never unite
Even though they are two sisters so polite—
Spring is too floral,
Summer is too bright.
And when they get together
All they do is fight.
And that's not at all right.
So goodbye spring,
Come back next year,
Go your merry way,
Let go of summer's fear.
I'll be waiting from you to hear,
Goodbye now,
Summer is almost near.
The bright sunshine signalled a new
dawn,
Lazily, I stretched and yawned,
Not truly ready to face the day,
As I looked out of my window, my
neighbour shouted, it’s beautiful
today.
On a thin and fragile branch,
I noticed a Robin was resting his
feet,
A charmer he was , and to my eyes,
he was a treat,
His colourful coat was white, brown
and red,
Seeing him made me feel glad I had
gotten out of bed.
With his melodiously sweet trill,
the leaves on the trees seem to
flutter with his song,
Notes rise and fall and with the
gentle breeze, the branches swayed
in a rhythmic dance,
His tune filled the Spring air, and
not long, a female came along,
Witnessing their interactions was a
beautiful moment for me. Sometimes
in life, unexpectedly beautiful things
do happen by chance.
by Zyrool
It is a beautiful spring day,
birds are singing their little hearts out.
I am rocking in my favorite rocking chair,
as a cool breeze covers me like a blanket.
What could get better than this,
I ask - as I sit and ponder?
"There's a river meandering through the mind,"
with many thoughts.
Thoughts are running wild,
like the river meandering around each rock.
About days of old and how it was,
days that are gone forever.
Guess we cannot get time back,
a river cannot get its water back once it's down stream.
Just like the river meandering away,
we are both stuck here in the present.
Oh how my mind looks to years past,
longing for the good old days.
alive like rainbows
buds bluebirds wild ecstasy ~
cherry sun gone down
my vase is ready
on the broad window sill~
spring rains bring beauties
winter's dormancy
pastel dawn painted upon ~
spring's renewed canvas