Spring Verse Poems | Examples
These Spring Verse poems are examples of Verse poems about Spring. These are the best examples of Verse Spring poems written by international poets.
You still cherish
that rag doll from your childhood.
As if you never grew up.
When you change the water in the vase,
lightly stroking the lily stems,
I am moved…
You always bloom when surrounded by flowers.
And when we lie side by side
for eternity, half-immersed in sadness,
it seems to me that life is not to be taken
too seriously.
I have six senses that I worship with
I feel spring’s sunshine
and relish rain on my skin
I hear spring singing
in the thrush’s throat
The scent of lilacs l i n g e r
In sweet summer
Fall floods me
with old memories
I view vibrant skies
and winter’s wonder
From God’s glory shown,
I know lasting love
I emerge from a long night
where mind, muscle and bone
failed to find a place, a posture
quiet and comfortable enough
for sleep. And so I have arrived here,
daybreak on this spring morning
with the resident blackbird
performing his familiar
all to early reveille.
I envy his vigorous rousing
lifted full volume
into the morning silence
as if all nature was called
to stir on command of his voice,
no equivocation or hesitant stall
to doubt the worthiness
of his song.
It holds the chords of his being,
a moment when sound
and self are one, meld
into living art. I gather the bits
and pieces of myself
left by the interrogations
of last night, search for the notes
that contain a little of who I am,
pick up a pen to make
myself into me again.
The onset of Spring
my blossom eye
alert and foraging,
tastes the signs of budding
sweetness, a lick of the
lips, a fruity smile,
limbs a-trill with feathered
mating – lots of melodic
crooning...harmonizing pairs
choosing Vs of real-estate,
all is right with the season!
Contest : Beautiful Words Are Here
Sponsor : Nette Onclaud
Date : August 20, 2026
Dormant desires of lingering effervescent longing
spread fiery spectrum of ardor in my fervent sky
through the diaphanous clouds of psychic shroud.
Spring-soaked brush of hued acuity paints passion
on my essence canvas, portraying the lattice of life.
The cascading cadence of surreal sonata of breeze,
drifts from the yonder plateau of pining yearning.
Its rhythmic whisper intones the lilt of melodic love,
rolling gently on the ripples of my heart’s lilac lagoon,
pulsating with endless ecstasy of enthralling tune.
Poetry Wheel Challenge:
Theme: Coming of Age
Emotion: Wonder
Color: Black
Season: Spring
Form: Free Verse
Object: Currency
Verb: Break
Created using the PoetrySoup Poetry Wheel.
A penny for my thoughts
would not have bought very much
when I was coming of age... years ago.
I looked at the world with wide-eyed wonder,
not able to see further into the future
than enjoying high school life with friends.
But every bubble bursts, and dreams break hearts
when the innocence of our youth Spring
suddenly turns black and seems to ruin everything.
Written: August 11, 2026, for a contest sponsored by Joseph May
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SHELL
bright curl
nestled pearl
echoes held in hush
tide prints the hollow shore
ancient songs shimmer, return
remembrance whispers through spring heart
Do not mourn the leaf
nor seasons
mourn not starry night
everything sleeps
yet retains glitters of light
as it came to rest
on the forest floor,
speckled and brown
retains mulch appeal
near death, yet a fertile feel
Spring will bless
Winter will rightly regress --
they wear matching pajamas in every picture
no other family has four sets of matching pajamas
but this is no ordinary family
they are all of the same mind
have identical thoughts
agree on everything
they believe in this and that
but not the other
one spring day they lost one brother
he had fallen in love
with another
shameful brother
they wrote him out of the Christmas letter
burned his matching pajamas
never saw him again
one mind, one voice equals win-win
the next one to run off was his twin
Canaigre a leafy buckwheat
right here in the high desert!
Drive an hour, hike an hour,
find some shade, sit in dirt.
Identify plants, photograph rocks.
Raven and scrub jay.
Coleogyne and cercocarpus,
single-leaf ash and squawbush.
What else have I seen?
Juniper, the source of all penumbra.
The rift that took the river eons to carve,
caves for cougar and Anasazi.
The sand and soil are Mars red,
iron oxides deposited by ocean
200 to 20 million years ago.
That’s nuthin compared to the wind in my head!
Meanwhile it’s Spring back east,
geopolitical and existential dramas
perdure without surcease,
our quince has blossomed and slumbered.
Joint-fir, ephedra, arid
sagebrush and rabbitbrush.
But juniper berries stay
nuclear blue-green!
The turning wheel of transient time
contrives chameleon colors
on the visage of mind’s panorama.
I travel lonesome in sunny days,
across the gleaming wilderness
or along the glittering garden path,
lined with blooming spring saplings.
Mind turns into memory montage,
configures bliss in kaleidoscopic collage,
reflection of joy I see in the mirror of life.
Slender sapling sprouts budding
from the sub-soil seed,
trembles in the convivial wake
of the bracing breeze.
Forking boughs flutter like verdant wings,
nascent leaves look up sparkling
to the rising sun of promise,
soaking them with sheen of a new life.
Turning seasons bring rain and shine,
strong roots grip the ground firmly.
It grows up in the air of heightened pride,
endures the turmoil of storms
to reach the sapphire sky,
encase the nectar of dreams
within the craving trunk.
When from the spring air love drips
flowers bloom in the tree of life.
The sap of bliss flows in the soul,
designs the vibrant art of living.
The season slowly changed
from the coldness of winter
to the warmth of spring
the spring did not stay long
it was a wet cold series of days
until the sun began to dry the land
the season brought out greenery
with the green a boost in mood
for the woodland creatures
who survive on insects and plants
flowers began peeking from under cover
to once again reach for the sun's warmth
trees spread their leaves and a canopy
once again gave shelter and cover
birds began to arrive and nest
the area became a musical melody
that spring had finally arrived.
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crystal wet
splash'n them
'gainst
racing mine think
thuh noon spring
sun
her purty tongue
excite'did
uh dance
happy
and wink'd
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Contest: In 25 words or fewer
Sponson: John Lawless
A year has four seasons.
Winter, Spring, Summer, Fall.
What if our lives had four seasons?
Dependency, Play, Education, Work.
We then demise; No Retirement.