Poem Details | by
Ernesto P. Santiago |
Categories:
life, love, nostalgia, sad, seasons, time,
My
breath
shivers under
a rug of loneliness,
a sleepy heart huddles
against such memories
of togetherness and not of
goodbyes, hating to disperse
the fiery rhymes of your lips,
as well as the warmth of its
sweat...tastes like red wine,
then it beats...and beats
gently, as it envisions
you, in an early
misty
s
p
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g
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Poem Details | by
Elaine George |
Categories:
hope, love, nature,
I
Will
Kiss you
While you sleep
Lady dressed in white
And melt your cold heart made of ice
Then
You
Will rise
Liquefied
High into the sky
And fall as raindrops from God’s eyes
To
The
Waiting
Buds below
Where now you will grow
With me - in the bloom of a rose
~~~
Author: Elaine George
* Note: This poem is a Personification as well as a triple Fibonacci
Brian Strand's 'Image Contest': First Place
John Heck's '12-in-one' Contest: First Place
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Poem Details | by
Eve Roper |
Categories:
dream, love, spring,
She walks underneath the pink sunshade trees
dressed in flowing antique white bridal gown.
Un-dissuaded heart, to laugh, love, a peace
drawn to fragments of leaves rustling around.
The start of spring; radiant glow of pink.
A fountain of cherry blossom petals trace
down to the ground dressing the greenA wink
of amorous scene of warmth of her grace.
Enthralled by sensation of sweet scent tease,
gold sunshine rays columns stand and solemn.
Poetic strokes of emotions to please,
a life draped in dreams hued in cherry blossoms.
A blank canvas rich in true color spun
in glaze memories not to be undone.
5/21/2017
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Poem Details | by
Brenda Chiri |
Categories:
betrayal, farewell, heart, lost love, spring,
'Tis not the love that hurts thee,
but the absence when it leaves
Could not be seen by any
until worn upon thy sleeves
A heart he'll steal from thee
toss it upon thy floor
feeling of pain weighs heavily
unlike a bliss felt before
'Twas not expected, he gave his word
he'd never give it lightly
he professed his love for me
all spring, he swore it nightly
Said he'd keep our secrets safe
take them to his grave
who can trust his words?
He proved himself a knave
Spring cared not for my pain
it came and went away.
I see it only wanted to show
pain too shall leave one day
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Poem Details | by
Rhonda Johnson-Saunders |
Categories:
longing, love, spring,
I hold my breath, impatiently
anticipating spring
and dress the sky delicately
in stars your bright eyes bring.
Spring days are flushed with love’s warm glow,
the nights untamed by sparks.
Our rhythmic dance for two bestows
full moon to light the dark
I’ll never stammer for excuse
to ask for your soft kiss,
or with my words unkind bemuse
Our love means more than this -
the shady oak, the rose’s bloom,
a waterfall’s cascade.
The beauty of a starling’s plume
when near you seems to fade.
Your words are all the air I breathe
In your embrace, I’m whole;
your love’s a thousand spring blooms wreathed
around my yielding soul.
In summer, winter and in fall,
I’ll seek your rambling heart,
but with a breath of love in spring,
we’ll never be apart.
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Poem Details | by
Andrea Dietrich |
Categories:
love, spring, , sweet love,
I dreamed a butterfly in golden days
when buttercups lay in the fields ablaze.
It fluttered to my cheek, sweet love to bring.
My heart was wont to burst and wont to sing.
In breath of morn was scent of bluebell sprays.
On blossomed blankets of the fields we’d laze,
and into one another’s eyes we’d gaze,
my love and I, as April had her fling.
I dreamed a butterfly.
Our bliss was as the spring, a fleeting phase,
and brief’s the beauty of young lovers’ craze.
As cruelly as a wasp, he left a sting -
and all the lovely plans we made took wing,
leaving mere memories of golden days.
I dreamed a butterfly.
2/21/13
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Poem Details | by
Probir Gupta |
Categories:
allusion, april, beautiful, books, celebration, longing, love,
Crazy wind whispers
Into the ears of ‘champa’
A light scented Indian flower
Trees are full of them now
Your love in each and every bough
The breeze is cool
Because it is spring
Because it is south wind
Because everywhere is hue
Because it is warm with you
Blue hills and green plains
My room at sixes and sevens
Red bellied wood peckers drumming
Rhythm in feet nimble
Your twinkling eyes with dimple
Our roads are tremendously red
Ashok Palash and Gulmohar
They call it flame-of-the-forest
Love in red supreme
With you in extravagant dream
Books in eloquently colorful blurb
Beauty steps in every curve
Invitation in every nerve
The spring below and spring above
Your healing love
Goes away alas the days
Of dance in soul in warm sun rays
Goes away your ocean gaze
Life in a twilight haze
Your beautiful craze
Ah if I could have turned the clock
Holding your hand in a Gulmohar walk
Only our hands and feet would talk
Around the clock arm in arm
In your beauty and charm
Alas that is not to be a thing
Our time is as short as the spring
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March 18, 2016
Butea Monosperma or Palash is a species of Butea native to tropical and sub-tropical parts of India and Asia.
Saraca asoca ( the ashoka tree, literally ‘sorrowless’), belongs to the Caesalpinioideae subfamily of legume family, of Indian sub continent.
Gulmohar or Delonix Regia, grown in many tropical parts of the world, called FLAMBOYANT in English, is a striking sight for its vivid red/vermilion/orange/yellow flowers and bright green foliage...Wikipedia
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Poem Details | by
Charlie Smith |
Categories:
beauty, love, spring,
The joyous scent of living
That leaps from life's perfume
Spring murmurs its beginning
From hope and dreams in bloom
The choir of color sings of thee
With hues in rich new verse
As if this song was meant to be
From rhymes all well rehearsed
As petals graced with morning dew
Rise softly towards the sun
So in Spring hope doth renew
Its perfect Love for life begun.
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Poem Details | by
Line Gauthier |
Categories:
devotion, inspirational love, prayer, religious, river, spiritual, spring, water,
sung buddhist prayers
released afloat spring rivers
a skyward mist
Submitted on March 5, 2018, for contest HAIKU, THEME: WATER sponsored by MICK TALBOT
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Poem Details | by
Ravindra K Kapoor |
Categories:
life, love, spring,
April's last Flowers
I was watching carefully
The last stems
Of April's Red flowers
Which were spreading their beauty and smile
Unconcerned with the destiny
That after April
There would be almost no such flowers
Of red Lily
For another one year.01
The flowers were smiling
As if, it makes no difference to them
Whether, they would be here or not
When the hot winds of summer
Would try to wither and make dull
The beauty and grace
Of every human face
As often they succeed in withering
The beauty of flowers and life
That exits and breath
Without the love drops of life giving water.02
The last flowers of April
Were also unconcerned
That they would shrink and would get dried
By the heat and dust of summer
In the days to come
When the scorching Sun would
Burn the Earth, Sea and Water
To create the wonders of rains
For thirty lands and sky of the earth.03
What a great way to live life
Was prevailing
In these smiling last flowers of April
Alas! If only humans can understand
How to live a life with the pleasure of love
And get lost forever
Without the worries of tomorrows.04
The flowers were enjoying
Every moment of their existence
Unconcerned
With the butterflies and black bees
Which were hovering on them
Since day one
And were trying to please and praise them
To win their hearts
Like men praise and please the women
When they want to attract and win their heart05
The hovering butterflies and bees too
Were trying to show their love
To all the beautiful flowers of April
Before the alluring beauty of these flowers
So that these alluring flowers
May allow them to come close and kiss them
In the flowering season of spring.06
Every time these symbols of love
The black bees, butterflies and
Even the little black tiny bird
Were coming close
To kiss and to touch the petals of flowers
They were charging with a new energy
After getting the love drops
From their beloved red flowers
And they were flying
More and more high in the sky
Perhaps to touch the those lofty heights
Which can only be seen
When nectar like love drops
Creates its magic on these searching lips
Filling it with the energy of love
Which get reflected in every new flight
Of these beautiful creatures
When they fly from one flower to another07
And I was watching silently
With a Camera in my hand
While witnessing
The last of these April flowers
To catch the glimpse of
Any of these memorable moments.08
Their silent game of nectar and pleasure hunt
Continued in that bright sunlight
As more and more new creatures
Were coming to please and to win their beloved
Standing there with its ravishing beauty
So that, they may welcome them
With a smile and beauty
And may allow them to taste
The nectar of these red beauty and love
Which starts pouring it's magic
With the approach of April
In spring every year09
Ravindra K Kapoor
Kanpur India 2nd May
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Poem Details | by
liam mcdaid |
Categories:
beauty, lonely, love, mirror, romantic, song, spring,
As the snowdrops nod happily when you kissed my soul warmly love
laughing in the cold spring air so stirringly beautiful flutters wings of a dove
The daffodils yawn awakening to new life or so it seems
sun beams smile inside a thousand songs sweetly my dream
Birds singing freely dawning tunes deep heartfelt desire
you are amazing one faraway flame kissing beats on fire
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Poem Details | by
Deepanshi Chaudhry |
Categories:
love, nature, philosophy
Through a fluttering veil of luscious hues,
Fair Lady coquets with the majestic Sun,
As the wicked Wind caresses her tender cheek,
The harshness of Winter all undone.
Sparrows perched upon the towering trees,
Whistle sweetly at the colorful array.
Fair Lady hums and sways in warm ecstasy,
As the wicked Wind drifts away.
The sinful Sun glows after a wearying day,
And spans its gaze upon the fields of fruit.
Fair Lady drowsy, lies upon the prickly grass;
The darkness envelops as all goes mute.
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Poem Details | by
Annalise Brigham...a.k.a. Audrey Haick |
Categories:
love, spring,
Soft sunlight streams through Nimbus clouds
A sign, a foretaste of coming spring
When hills and fields bring forth rich foliage
From humble green grass to royal heather
Flaunting peacock colors to honor the day
As clouds release their crystalline drops
Lovers’ laughter echoes as they run for shelter
B’neath the old willow tree, they stand; lost in warm embrace
Soon, a hush will fall as sweet jasmine floats
When hungry lips taste the first kiss of spring
~*~
4/4/13
Note: For Russell's "Spring Showers" Contest
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Poem Details | by
Rick Parise |
Categories:
love, spring, sweet,
Spring and romance
birds and bees
touches and kisses
beneath the trees
Life and love
flowers and glee
two as one
In sweet jubilee
Forever and endless
passion and steam
candles at midnight
lost in a dream
With diamonds and emeralds
letters and pleas
my sweet one and only
I taunt and I tease...
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Poem Details | by
kash poet |
Categories:
love, passion, romancespring, spring,
My fingers' tip-toeing on your face
stopped at the softness of your lips,
moonlit night guided my lips
to your cherry blossom,
a gentle Spring breeze
melting like wax
engulfed us
with pure
joy
© kashinath karmakar 2011
by:kashinath karmakar( 20th March 2011)
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Placement:HM ;(March 2011)
Contest :Nonet me a Spring kiss
Sponsor:Michael JFalotico
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Placement: 2nd;(June 2011)
Contest:Whatever Next
Sponsor:Brian Strand
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Poem Details | by
Luther Seahand |
Categories:
love, romantic, spring,
The finest day of spring
petals dance on sudden gales
counting every one
before the sinking sun
fly, fly little wings
like love that never fails.
Shadows begin to wake
to a chorus that is the night
crickets fiddle, slow
warblers whistle, low
shine, shine velvet moon
till last you fade from sight.
Hear the sea in song
where the swallows play and die
starlight in the haze
flicker fireflies, ablaze
stay, stay gentle dream
beneath the candles in the sky.
~ Luther Lynton Seahand ~
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Poem Details | by
Pandita Sanchez |
Categories:
love, romance, spring,
Love in Spring (10-Word Challenge)
Steal away with me my Beloved One,
to rendezvous under a radiant sapphire sky,
where brown skylarks sweetly sing
their incessant songs in dulcet harmony,
as they fly over idyllic, rolling meadows,
welcoming spring and young lovers.
There at the old hollow,
upon a soft bed,
freshly spread with a plethora
of tender, forest green ferns,
wait I impatiently to share
delightful moments
of unbridled felicity,
as our hearts and bodies
sensuously entwine,
spinning our own chrysalis of love.
Though this rhapsodic bliss
may seem evanescent,
titillating memories of this exquisite tryst,
will ever invade our dreams, and
like a mystical spring talisman,
sustain our hearts…
for a lifetime.
01-24-2016
10-Word Challenge by the Silent One
plethora - evanescent - felicity - rhapsodic - idyllic
dulcet - chrysalis - radiant - sapphire - talisman
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Poem Details | by
Taylor Graham |
Categories:
loss, love, music, words, song, language, spring, april, language, love, science, song, spring,
Your love song lapsed into ancient French that April day.
I only understood the words of spring and heartsore
lapsedOnly love and heartsore, I understood your ancient
words of the spring-day song into that French April.
You fabricate my pauses into repetition, silence speaks
of ages strung to rhyme in love’s difficult service
you strung into pauses in service to agesFabricate of
love’s repetition, rhyme speaks my difficult silence.
We practice tedium of vows till language breaks apart.
As if art should aim at science, rigorous, quantitative,
rigorous language breaks tediumScience vows a part of
quantitative practice till we should aim “as if” at art.
Till we lapsed into languageAs your ancient ages only
fabricate quantitative French strung to that difficult
practice, science speaks of tedium and understood rhyme
The spring in service of love’s rigorous vowsApril
pauses, heartsoreYou and I, apartIf love should aim
my words at day, repetition breaks into silence of song.
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Poem Details | by
Gregory R Barden |
Categories:
appreciation, life, lost love, memory, metaphor, nature, spring,
Oh..
Spring-tide..
Always things that juxtapose,
Life never flows as smoothly as a gentle rill 'round a stone.
Brief notes of harmony, torn asunder by a cacophony of chaos,
Turmoil the norm.reality the chill that bites the skin..
Brackets of the sated curiosity, and the known of all unknown,
Turn like the shutter of an eyelid, weighted by contemplation to the inner sway..
The depths of a soul, stripped of intention or care..
Spirit oscillating in the course of thoughts random, churning,
Bustling to introspection by memories on the breeze..
Yet..
Spring-tide, I know you're here..
I see branches bend and dance, caressed by the hand of the wind,
Like tender fingers through a loved one's locks, golden..
Soft tendrils of invisible energy tickle the blossoms like sprites,
And they giggle in soft response, so I know, you're here..
I see the sun Demi-détourné on the wave tops,
Like a million gold coins, spilling, and I know you're here..
I hear the belly laugh of a baby drenching the day in innocence,
And giving my worries their due and just dismissal,
And I know you're here..
A sweet serenade of "peepers" cloaks the twilight in softened dreams,
The music of wistful longings hushed by an evening mist,
An essence of brokenhearted sunsets, burning in the heavens,
And splashed with trembling starlight..
Yes, I know you're here..
Souvenirs of love pressed into the pages of life,
Such as the petals from a first-date rose, long since wilted,
(Along with the memory of the love they expressed),
By the gently torn and frayed offenses of affection, lost..
Melancholy, but sweet.oh, I know you're here..
Swirls of wonder and promise buoy my spirit, anew..
Glorious aromas and impulses flood my senses with expectancy,
And like the flawless and vestal dreams of a child,
My hopes are born sun-ward on diaphanous wings, sure..
And I know, you're here..
Yes, Spring-tide..
Always things that juxtapose,
But your presence in each day's circumstance
Gives reality its touch of magic..
Like dew on the first daffodil, the joyous press of your prospect
Alights on each consequence and consideration..
Your leaving was but ephemeral..
Still, my guileless heart knew even then,
In the wistful and keen, umber ache of Autumn,
That you'd be here with me..
Yes, I know.oh, I know to my depths..
That you're here.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Your Best Free Verse 2018" Poetry Contest", John Hamilton, Judge & Sponsor.
~ 2nd Place ~ in the "July Standard Contest" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
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Poem Details | by
Maya Kaabour |
Categories:
lost love, love, natural disastersme,
You wiped me out
The day
I was exhaled by that indigo storm.-
You stared at me with
Disapproval,
A frown sown to your forehead
As I lay on your fingertips.
Like dust in a dark old attic,
You disposed of me
To spring clean your life.
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Poem Details | by
Charlie Smith |
Categories:
analogy, love, spring,
her love
was no less tender
than the first bloom of spring
teardrops on her cheek
glistened like morning dew
I wondered...
how is it possible that I am
the only one that noticed
what more could she be to me
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Poem Details | by
Daniel Human |
Categories:
flower, nature, spring,
How the flower
Bobs and weaves
Sharing tea
With some bees
How the colour
Nods and sways
Breezy coolness
Sunlight rays
How the scent
Softly dances
Perfumed nose
Loving glances
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Poem Details | by
Anindya Mohan Tagore |
Categories:
color, dream, love, sensual, spring,
“Come Spring – drench me with your colours”, you whispered
And then you started unfolding the secrets in front of me
Under the azure sky and amber sun
Your ivory skin dazzled my virgin eyes…
I want to paint your neck and your eyelashes in mauve
I don’t need to colour your crimson lips and jet hair
Let me draw marigold over the origin of elixir
I am going to paint your hands and legs with platinum
Let emerald play all over your body
And fuchsia be bloomed here and there
When I have completed my job, you called me to come closer
Amazed by your angelic beauty I was approaching …
In the middle, I stumbled and fell on the ground
Oh! My nose!
While opening my eyes, I found myself on the floor of my bedroom
Oh! My God!
I fell flat from my bed and it was a dream…
17.03.16
colours : azure, amber, ivory, mauve, crimson, jet, marigold, platinum, emerald and fuchsia.
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Poem Details | by
Bobby Mielke |
Categories:
loss, lost love, nature, seasons, heart, spring, heart, me, spring,
The land still held in wint'ry grasp.
Against the chill my breath did rasp.
When for a moment my eyes did see,
A fair maiden dancing nakedly.
Nary a stitch nor thread on her wond'rous shape.
As she beckoned I could naught but gape.
When she spoke her voice was a melody,
Promising things that I only dreamed.
I went to her in bewildered awe,
And this is suddenly what I saw-
White roses tangled in her flaxen tresses,
A thousand poppies at her feet,
Fairies danced in diaphinous dresses,
With sunlight was the scene replete.
On she led o'er field and meadow.
Where she trod the spring would show.
With love and joy my heart did swell,
For this maiden had rescued me from winter's hell.
For hours we laughed and sang and such.
I would gasp and tremble at her every touch.
Not once did I think to inquire her name,
Nor did I ask from whence she came.
We rested at length 'neath a stately oak,
And this I found when I awoke-
Gone was my maiden and the spring she brought,
Frozen were the fields and meadows,
Simply a dream, or so I had thought,
Yet clasped in my hand, a single white rose.
I return each day to this lonely place,
Hoping to glimpse my fair maiden's face.
Low does the sun sink in the winter sky,
When I turn home with a tear in my eye.
For once again she has neglected to show,
And left me this wretched ice and snow.
Yet I musn't believe that she does not care,
Lest I should let my heart despair.
For she will return again one day,
Turning as she goes, December to May.
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Poem Details | by
Mutemwa Gideon |
Categories:
lovelife, love,
I see a life that has come from the heavens
A life with the heart and soul of a goddess, squeezed in the body of a queen.
She walks amongst us.
Amongst dark, confused, vile two legged creatures.
In her lies the music of eternity, the conqueror of death.
Life and love storm in her blood, striking bolts of lightning to my heart.
The language of the blue fire flames from her voice
Burning the sound of beauty and serenity to my soul.
She is the flower that holds the magic of spring
Blooming once in a millenia.
Her petals of crystal reflect the colours of the rainbow
And releases the fragrance of the spirit of life's pureness
She blows a breeze from space to my soul.
In her I have seen the secret of life, love and eternity.
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Poem Details | by
Tim Smith |
Categories:
love, nature, spring,
divine drops of joy
satin kisses melting hearts
spring~time licks her lips
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Poem Details | by
Jasmin Shear |
Categories:
inspirational, life, love, seasons, time, spring, flower, flower, spring, sun, time,
Autumn came this summer
on a cool winter's day
Then spring walked in behind her
Then spring soon danced away:
A flower grew beside her
from a freshly fallen pile of snow
And the petals fall onto the ground
shortly after the winds blows:
As quickly as the seasons change
so the same, time does pass
and the memory of frozen ground
is soon your bed of grass:
The time which a flower bares it's bloom
or clouds share their summer rain
Quickly passes with the shifting winds
As it guides away your pain:
My lover spoke just as a friend
As a stranger, then took my hand
As one beginning drew to another end
the setting sun made me understand:
The Earth is not that far around
The sun rises in the day
And as quickly as the lightning strikes
The storm can roll away.
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Poem Details | by
John lawless |
Categories:
lost, love, spring,
Would that love’s touch return on the morrow
ease the coldness of such separation
soft kisses adrift on sunsets aglow
reflect the light of iced desperation.
Temptress or tyrant - lover’s decision
hot tempered vixen – cool, distant player
love in the distance - lust in rescission
hornswoggled by smooth, fast talking soothsayer.
Spring, you sly fox, you two timing cheat
melting the frozen, fueling sun’s blaze
announcing the offspring before lover’s meet
writing love letters in wordless essays.
Sadly the lovers cannot comprehend
Spring’s but a means – to a flowering end.
©2/27/2018
Submitted to – Spring Is In The Air – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Emile Pinet
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Poem Details | by
Debjani Mitra |
Categories:
daffodils, dance, desire, green, love, music, nature, spring,
Rubbing it's eyes, the year wakes in yawn.
Hibernating winter shade.....at last it's gone.
'Hello, my dear Spring', "Good Morning".c'mon.
Advent of the vignette....embraces the dawn.
Look!..A child has just learned to walk..
His fortune...new life....is excited to knock.
March and April date...dance and roll and rock.
Woodpeckers make home.....patient round the clock.
Clothes of Primrose, Lilies....Daffodils and Tulips.
Petals unfold blushing buds....hiding in eclipse.
Burgeoning vibes of love...nature in partnerships..
Orange Yellow Honey.....in Green and Purple drips.
In vernal color of wild music,...nature is a gypsy.
The hymns of hummingbirds...cuckoo chirps...crispy.
Cadence of bass and treble...the breeze.soft and tipsy.
Oh Sensuous Spring !....."I Love Thee"..
Won't you now kiss me?
Dated 6th November 2018
Seasonal or Unseasonal Poetry Contest
Sponsor Kim Rodrigues
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Poem Details | by
Amera Andersen |
Categories:
love, seasons, time, spring, beauty, rose, flower, beauty, flower, garden, power, rose, spring, time,
Spring
As He looked down from the heavens above,
He created spring and prepared the earth.
He decided Eden needed more love
and made this the season for a new birth.
A perfect garden but man was alone.
One night He caused man to dream in his sleep
and opened his breast removing a bone.
A flower was planted for man to keep.
I am that mate, I’m man's flowering rose.
I was planted in spring in hallowed ground
Created in beauty the gardener knows,
the flower of man, to him I am bound.
No longer will man be alone to toil.
Planted in spring in God’s loving soil.
Summer
Now is the season I have come to bloom.
Thriving in summer, the gardener’s plan.
Born as a flower within the earth’s womb.
A beautiful rose created for man.
His gift of a flower since time began.
Companion for life, a loving soul mate.
Blossoming strength in the summertime span.
Flowering beauty at the garden gate.
I am that rose, such a wonderful fate.
Strength in beauty, I’m the gardener’s rose.
Created for man so we can relate.
I stand behind him where the garden grows.
Grace in beauty and feminine power.
Standing with him, I’m the summer flower.
Fall
Fall is the season of power and might.
A soul mate I was created to be
and placed in the garden at God’s decree.
Behind my man in the gardener’s sight,
a feminine rose is the male delight.
As I stand next to him, for all to see,
my mystical power that set him free
and the gardener smiled for it was right.
Fall is the season I start to relax,
the breeze is provoking my rest and sleep.
It is the season, our work is now done.
Together all year we learned all the facts
and memories that we, forever keep.
For we have been blessed together as one.
Winter
Winter lends a blanket of snow
here in the place where gardens grow.
Blossomed all year beautifully dressed.
Winter has come, it’s time to rest.
The gardener knows the reason,
my beauty doubles next season.
I gave him strength, held to my breast.
Winter has come, it’s time to rest.
My man smiles because of the rose.
A winter sleep is just repose.
A rose for a man, passed the test.
Winter has come, it’s time to rest.
Winter lends a blanket of snow.
Winter has come, it’s time to rest.
Author Notes:
Spring: Shakespearian sonnet
Summer: Spenserian sonnet
Fall: Petrarchan sonnet
Winter: Kyrielle sonnet
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