Spring Up Poems - Poems about Spring Up

weeping willow trees long limbs lashing and slashing in the winds of spring ...

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counterclockwise breeze the fringe of Fall ...

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she breezes in with the April winds a lovely lass pure and romantically inclined baby animals frolic with her in the meadow the tulips struggle toward the sun to whisper hello she is Ostira, Goddess of Spring Refreshing grasses wave in wonderment at the princess Iris stand proudly, hoping to be noticed by their monarch. zinnias sit back and relax, confident in...

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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 ...

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PERFUME* ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ the spring breeze carries the perfume of p o e ...

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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...

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Generally, I am on the Clean Side; but, garden soil is my rich exception -- I wallow in it, a piggy for the scent and feel -- Sort of like, training wheels on bicycles are for sissies, glove-less, I dip and knead; saturate and soak. Claw! Compact! Sniff the compost, deeply investing with bacteria: praising, composing a reverent hymn, How gloriously Efficient Is Nature!~ our Mother recycling, wasting nothing, reusing...

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spring scent – blossoming cherry trees where birds are nestling ...

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Original Haiku by Michael R. Burch Keywords/Tags: winter, love, dream, kindness, sun, sea, leaf, leaves, autumn, spring, life, poets, words, stars, moon, war Such a frigid winter day, our words also icy —Michael R. Burch Her love, sheer and ***** as gossamer, did not adhere... —Michael R. Burch I dream of love as bankers dream of repossessing Ferraris. —Michael R. Burch The hummingbird fans an iris: myriad acts of kindness go...

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A new season comes Gorgeous and wonderful plants Snowdrops and new trees...

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*sun* >b>u>r>s>t>s spring dawn color c-o-l-l-a-g-e s*h*i*n*e*s in s k y ...

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Time changes with life and life changes with time. October grows too old, Hobbling backwards With the burden of years, On the sinuous alcove of time, Tenebrous and feathery, Her hidden lamps blinking furiously At the silhouettes of wasted days. The wasted leaves of autumn Break forth and dance down With the weak speed of burnt confetti. The clocks go back several ticks, Schlepping on the tired...

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(April 7, 2025) To new beginnings, A moment in time where we have an opening to try and start anew Every soul has dealt with yearning for a chance to redeem themselves What better way than to start in the Spring, How angelic it is when we see the leaves bloom and everything starts to look rich again. I for...

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Ich liebe den frischen Duft der Frühlingsluft; Solange die Luft pollenfrei ist, ist alles in Ordnung. :) Translation:  I love the fresh scent of spring air; As long as the air is pollen-free, everything is fine. :)...

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This isn't ink — it's blossom breath, A message from a paper's depth. That this is a blush pink breeze, Not just a standing tree. A story that narrates how spring once paused, When petals fell without a cause. A square of paper telling us, Its quiet bloom still speaks to us....

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