Hope Spring Poems | Examples
These Hope Spring poems are examples of Spring poems about Hope. These are the best examples of Spring Hope poems written by international poets.
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!
crocus wanting its day in the sun
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
THE FLOWERS WILL GROW AGAIN
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quietly the daffodils wait,
a hushed congregation,
their voices silent beneath the earth.
I stand on the frozen ground, shimmering,
my breath caught in the throat of winter,
watching the skeletal trees claw at a gray sky.
I walk through the barren garden,
winter’s grey skies weeping a soft lament,
and wonder, “Does spring remember us?”
from my frost-covered window I wait,
my heart softening with hope
as the sun slowly, steadily returns.
then, I hear a slight tremor,
see a green spear piercing the earth's crust~
a defiant flag in the face of winter’s retreat.
I step outside, kneeling in the damp earth,
ears to the ground, listening intensely,
hoping I’ll hear them.
then, the trumpets silently call,
a sound unheard by most,
resonates in my winter-weary soul.
overnight the daffodils emerge,
spring’s sunlight and hope,
captured in fragile yellow cups.
they herald a simple yet profound truth,
one I almost forgot,
“the flowers, like hope, will grow again.”
A thousand different notes one hears
from the flute-like whistle of the thrush
to the chirp and twitter of the sparrow,
blended all into a single song;
Earth's welcoming of spring.
Sat there,
basking in the sunlight,
(the first in several weeks)
Spring's weather,
a hint of the summer to come.
Around us,
the wind whispers gently,
"Rejoice humble grass, it's time to break free"
and trees hurriedly recreate their leaves.
Spring is a time of freedom and growth,
as the horse which slept in its stable
hemmed in by the bitter cold
now roams the fields, completely free.
Amidst it,
dove white lilies and orange tulips thrive.
Nurtured by the glorious spring showers,
they sway and dance in its breeze.
Layered in scarves, gloves and a coat,
winter's icy embrace locking up her body,
nevertheless, under the frosted willow tree,
her eyes carry hope of that time
a mere three months beyond January.
Spring Gleaning
. for public domain
Our love can offer lifetimes
with what little time is left,
heal wounds, bring welcome comfort,
to the lonely and bereft.
In the midst of dark distress
Hope and Faith can flourish.
Settings at Heaven's banquet table
spark famished souls to nourish.
Embrace a worn and weary heart,
take in our lost and broken,
be Godlike with a loving hand,
show Heaven's door is open.
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.
A WARM SUMMER THOUGHT
Summer is coming;
may its warm waters dissolve
the hate that spring missed:-
thought winter would never end
but here it is June with nature at its peak
Oh NO….it’s here
Hope springing eternal
Bringing with it
The plague of pollen
That nose drip
Even a plumber can’t fix
Oh, and MUD…
AND PUDDLES
AND WET DOGS
And those spinny things
Fluttering everywhere
And the birds
Oh those birds, birds, birds, birds, birds
The neverendingchatter
Of those birds, birds, birds, birds, birds
That chitter chatter squawking
The beady eyes a-gawking
Of those birds,
A tree and wire choir
Chirping lower and then higher
Swaying gently in the breeze
The same one that makes me sneeze
Oh spring
When I am inside I adore you
But when outside I deplore you
But you must do your duty
Shake your pollen coated booty
Tempt the bees in invitation
To commence with pollination
Spring brings hope to my heart, as it effectuates new growth and rebirth.
bubbling with mirth, blooms of hope* burst midst vibrant births
*Romans 15:13 Now the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace in believing, that ye may abound in hope, through the power of the Holy Ghost.
May 10, 2025
1st place, "Spring Monoku" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by JCB Brul; judged on 5/25/2025
i'd given up on spring
on love and joy and such
got used to colourless and drab
got used to silence in the night
i thought i'd given up
till the sun came out to play
tentative at first and hesitant
playfully teasing along the way
it turns out i haven't given up
there's cause for hope
trees are verdant with buds
of promise that summer is at bay
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
a torrential rain drenched us today
much needed some would say
now, after the chaos, settles the calm
while the sun casts its golden glow
on one and all like a warm coat of honey
and we recall how darn lucky we are
to be alive as we eagerly await
oncoming summer indulgences
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
The hill was bare, the sky undone,
The veil was torn without a sound.
Red streaked the wood, the earth stood still,
And love hung quiet, pierced and crowned.
But dawn returned in linen white,
A folded cloth, an open stone.
No trumpet called, just wind and light,
And grace that walked the garden home.
Now light outlives the longest night,
And hope is etched in every sky.
The hands once bound now hold the stars
And mercy reigns, and cannot die.
Spring Harvest
Spring is in bloom
the new harvest begins
soldiers in drag
get ready for the kill
kill a child here
kill many more over there
harvest more babies
kill them every where
one by one
or three by three
coral them in tents
then burn them alive
prance around smiling with glee
remember to steal a few organs too
sell them for profit
this genocide you love
harvest all the little ones blood
this is how cowards behave
farmers of death caught in act
So beautiful your evil
so beautiful your crimes
so beautiful your hatred of life
so beautiful this spring harvest
you will need more bombs
no worries America is at hand
blood thirsty villains
I hope you will be fertilizer soon
sadly that would poison the land