Spring Verse Poems

The Space Heater

I am sitting on the porch
watching the birds at the feeder
my husband just filled. 
He is a sweetheart, 
and I am blessed.

I was...

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Tonight as I gazed out my window,  
I saw a shiny bright star on a velvet sky.  
I wondered if it hung over...

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It’s spring and spring is a time where life is settled.

Winter was sad.

Winter is always my sadness.

I don’t hate spring.

No one hates spring.

Even on the...

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I'm tired, I'm lifeless, I'm broken, I want to give up
I'm emotionless, and if I weren't a hopeless romantic, I'd be heartless
Where do I go...

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It was amazing seeing you..
Altogether the time passes swiftly by
Can you remember the first night 
When all was silence in the room beneath the broken...

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luna moth followed his favorite butterfly to Paris
She said it was the only place to be in the spring
they fit in well
turquoise and green
colors of...

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He clipped their stems,
just so they would fit
in the red antique vase,
then plunged them
into the clear,
new water,

Lilacs,
a translucent symbol
of another Jersey spring,
their perfume
drowning surrounding buds...

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Christmas comes with planning,  
who are you buying gifts for.  
What to get them,  
what to eat.  
Oh well I took...

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I would stay for hours,
Waiting for a nice bee to land,
On the small purple flowers of a fuchsia, or heather,
I would wait for hours,
As if...

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An old kitchen dresser
stood against a wall
in the shed. Its drawers were full
of things that kept a small boy
occupied for hours. 
Retired kitchen gadgets,
tools, balls...

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sparrows standing outside my door
sparrows lined up on the sidewalk
for crumbs i'll throw
and the world is turning
the sky is falling this morning
someone somewhere fights a...

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Quote By Poet "Life is made up of many happy tears and many sad tears"

Theirs was a perfect June wedding,
filled with pretty flowers and a...

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I want to swim in the golden rivers
of your heavenly haven,
wading through every swirl and twirl flowing in splendiferous streams.
Taste of your warmth courses down...

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The old white wooden church,  
stood tall upon a tree lined mountain.  
The winding dirt road,  
lead us up each Sunday morning....

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If it wasn't for poetry,  
where would my creativity play?  
My ideas would curl up and die a slow death,  
my mind...

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