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Poem Details | by Dalia Shahein |
Categories: death, depression, destiny, funeral, grave, sad, spring,

My funeral

Clear blue sky came to witness my funeral , decided to not throw any tears or any stones
Came to say goodbye to me before earth analyze my bones
Down in the river they are drowning my sins , my demons , my guilts

 Sea shattered down his waves , asking them to give me some peace
Asking angels not to trap my soul , no ...but to get it release
In the God heavens I'll regrow my soul

I'm not dieing nor alive
And no killing disease to fight so I can survive
Just killing thoughts which is controlling my fate and my path


Poem Details | by daver austin |
Categories: death, spring, spring,

DEATH ON A SPRING DAY

DEATH ON A SPRING DAY

Death on a spring day
Outside all is bright and clear
He feels none of it
He dreams of fond times
Love    the dream world puppeteer



Poem Details | by Charmaine Chircop |
Categories: absence, bereavement, birth,

Haiku 68 Above The Sakura Tree ,Another Spring

cherry blossoms drift upon the wooden casket life after life
In memory of our dear souper friend Lucilla Carillo,and my husband's cousin David Chircop who finished this journey ,to start a better one. May your fragrance of love bloom in the highest of skies as it did on earth. 'Pls remember them,and their loved ones in prayer'.

Poem Details | by Amelia Harmon |
Categories: april, beauty, change, death, seasons, snow, spring,

Sakura

Those cloud clad trees
of early spring, too soon do
cover earth with snow.


Poem Details | by Kate sparks |
Categories: bereavement, blue, boy, childhood, death, dedication, flower, imagery, love, memory, mother son, remember, seasons, son,

memories of spring


After the lilacs have gone by,
before golden flowers bloom
we will walk through meadows
soft and blue 
and feast on bread with honey 
stolen from autumn bees 
still drunk in love with sunflowers.

After the lilacs have gone by,
before red poppies dance,
as we wake in meadows
soft with dew
you will kiss my honeyed lips
and we will walk through springs
still drunk in love with bluebells.

After the lilacs have gone by,
before brown leaves of autumn
as we remember meadows
green and new
sweet dreams will flow like honey
from a sunflower child 
with eyes the shade of bluebells

Poem Details | by Sean Fahrnebruch |
Categories: dark, death, depression, happy, journey, spring, write,

Happy

To die before you die is worse then death itself.
Time doesn’t stop as you are sprung backwards.
Now you have to climb forward. 
Desperately yearning to revert to your normal self.
Desperately wanting something to spring you back to where you were, happy. 

Poem Details | by Suyash Saxena |
Categories: absence, adventure, age, analogy, childhood, courage, creation, cry, dark, death, death of a friend, dedication, desire, dream, eulogy, identity, imagination, innocence, inspirational, leaving, life, loneliness, lonely, longing, loss, lost, memory, missing you, mountains, moving on, muse, mystery, nostalgia, sad, society, song, spring, winter, wisdom, words, write, youth,

Last Sonnet



Hither I stand, at crossroads,
And then I gaze, at the yonder end-
The vague horizon from where I began;
And all that I may ever deem
Is that- my days
Have been a waken dream.

Hither I stand, at the edge of my dream;
Then I wonder, at the depth of my trance-
An adventurous journey through the wondrous woods;
An idyllic stroll through the vicissitudinous meadow;
And from the final station as I depart,
All that I can ever say, is that
Perpetuation has been a rouge
Of fleeting phases of my life.


Suyash Saxena 
St. Stephen’s College.

Poem Details | by Angela Wilson |
Categories: animals, art, black african american, brother, business, computer-internet, cowboy-western, daughter, death, dedication, depression, education, faith, family, father, fear, food, children, funeral, history, hope, god, spring, water, god, spring, water,

The art Of Spring

Bright blue skies on a spring day
Fulfills my horizon
Blue birds and robins pass me by

Mountain, trees, and animals
Priase God Abroad
The frsh air bring forth calmness
A quiet serene a waits my soul

Red orange and violets
Represents God's glory
Flowers slowly rise with the sun
And water crickets sings songs of glory

Fresh water arises with the scent 
Of of sweet savory of God's spices
Beach rolls in the lazy tide
I sit back and enjoy it all

The art of spring is glorification
Of all tings God created
He's the world famous artist

He

Poem Details | by Betty Bolden |
Categories: adventure, autumn, baptism, beautiful, beauty, butterfly, christian, courage, death, spiritual, spring, uplifting, woman, day,

As I rise this day

As I rise this day,

thoughts of you go through my mind.


I thank you for another day,

I pray I can do things your way.



The winter is in full bloom Lord,

the chill in the air today is cutting

through the trees,

The branches are crisp and the sky is cloudy,

I pray the day is warmed by your touch,

Lord,I love you so much.


The day is beginning now,

help me to live a life today

that glorifys thy name.



Written by:©Betty Bolden

Poem Details | by jan oskar hansen |
Categories: easter, grief, spring, spring,

Eastertide

Eastertide.
A cloud of polished steel hangs over 
The village, hollowed eyed people 
Look up to the sky 
Where is spring this year? 
Like the man on the bridge they can 
take no more.
For Paulo, the old carpenter it was 
all too much, no wine could still his angst
of not seeing another spring and 
his nightly screams echoed till dawn.
Dogs barked his time was over
hanging in the shed between his tractor
and work-bench.
This shook the village out of stupor 
No more waiting for what may never come,
a pig was slaughtered its blood an offering 
to life itself.
The feast lasted for days. 

Poem Details | by Kyle Maples |
Categories: death, nature,

Spring Flower

Dogwood flowers bloom
On the same thin, twisted branch
A lone flower dies

Poem Details | by Reason A. Poteet |
Categories: celebration, death, growth, spring, winter,

Seasonal Joys

double etheree

Watch
for spring
to roll round
at Easter time.
Resurgence of green
starts to wake up the world.
Warmer days tag chilly nights
saluting sunshine and showers.
Familiar trees and bushes blossom.
Spring begins to re-cultivate our minds
from the intermission of winter’s freeze.
Winter is harsh but with good reason
nature knows to slow down and rest.
Winter is stark yet she’s skilled -
sidetracking us with snow
and wiping out pests.
But best of all 
Christmas is
on her
watch.


written 26 March 2016

Poem Details | by Karlin K. Jensen |
Categories: confusion, death, depression, heartbroken, moving on, pain, recovery from, relationship,

Spring is Coming

The summer days are long gone,
the sun hidden behind dark clouds.
My heart has been iced over,
pain and sorrow frozen inside me,
time stopping, dying in the ground.
Barren, colorless earth waits hopefully
for the sweet promise of spring.
Encased, preserved from the winds,
feeling utterly nothing in the snow.

Yet on day, the sun will return,
and the frailest plant will peek through.
What died in the bitter winter
will be reborn, redeemed, renewed,
revived for a purpose now unseen.
So for now, I will wait here in the ground.

Poem Details | by Brandon Carter |
Categories: autumn, death, love, romance, spring, summer, winter,

Autumn's Arms

Written November 17, 2013


The summer dies slowly
Into autumns arms
And winter does linger
Until spring breathes at dawn
I've fallen for you
Cast under your spell
My gaze as stone
As the old towne well
My face as pale
As the moon in the night sky
My heart unspoken
Left wondering why
These days are so chaotic
Yet these nights so serene

Poem Details | by Deb Adams |
Categories: april, environment, flower, grief, march, may, spring,

Spring is Coming Soon

Soon I’ll be sneezing.
Plenty of tissues in hand.
Rather than sniffing
In the fresh air.
Naps with Benedryl
Give some relief.

Injections for allergies
Simply caused more grief.

Crazed with discomfort and
Options so few,
My nose needs a miracle
If one comes in view. 
Newly cut 
Grass is a big achoo, too.

Spring is the culprit that
Outjinxes me.  She
Opts to sprout blooms that are
Never scent free.

March 23, 2017

Poem Details | by Michael Benkhen |
Categories: animals, death, life, loss, nature, people, sad, seasonschildren,

The Mascot Of Gregorian Spring

All children gather,
'pon Eostre
...and it's Gregorian majesty incarnate
to view the remnants of the mighty hare.

To view the symbol of the modern spring;
...(and it's victorious savior).

A savior, whose torn scraps
still linger 'pon the tractor's wheel
...and the "dozers come to take his home.

The children see their spring become a graveyard
...and the majesty of spring, shattered;
an innocence revoked,
and yet more land unjustly taken;

...from the mascot of Gregorian spring.

Poem Details | by James Horn |
Categories: bereavement, spring,

Summary of My First Day Of Spring

Summary of My First Day of Spring 
or Shortest Poem I Ever Wrote
Think More Time I Should Devote?

First day of spring did start ensuing;
Now many new things had to be doing;
Took shower after body took a beating
And ended up in Landscape Meeting.

That is how it was and what happened.
Used category of bereavement for my 
body and Spring for the rest of it.

James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran

Poem Details | by boulai Vang |
Categories: death, fantasy, farewell, flower, life, lonely, pain, sad, sorrow, red, spring, red, spring,

Red Spring Cherry Blossoms

Finally came upon such beautiful scene where the eyes cannot resist.
With such pure fragrances taking away the sadness and the purpose of life,
Lies under these red cherry blooming trees, the sadness and painful endurance of each falling blossoms.
Each leaves and flowers reminisced of my past.
As the spring passes by, nothing is left behind. 
I pick up the red blossom flower and smile, as the spring vanished,
I faded with the season, shedding the last drop of tear surrounding by red blossoms. 

Poem Details | by Gail Foster |
Categories: death, loss, sad, sea, seasons, spring, winter,

winter tide

damn you, winter tide
leaving behind in your wake
shells on shores of spring

by gail

Poem Details | by Rosann Fode |
Categories: birth, death, irony, spring,

Spring Death

Across the snow melt in the field 
A calf pushes free from his mother.
The cattle call and none do yield
As she cranes her neck in welcome.
She licks the womb’s natural shield
And nudges him to awaken,
But he lies where he fell in the field
As the grass breaks free beside him.

The prairie to the sun has kneeled
Until the line between is illusive -
Golden of sky, golden of field - 
The breaking birth of the season.

Poem Details | by Benjamin David |
Categories: adventure, beautiful, beauty, dark, death, depression, imagination, journey, lost love, love, sorrow, spring, summer,

Roses

She glances
From afore does she stare
Poised passive without motion
Petals grace and glance in glimmer
Dans la roseraie de la vue
Attractive allure into light's lust 
Marinating morning's delectable dew
Entwined is she in the rose's vine
Flowered fluorescence enclosed eloped
Claret joues et l'éclat rose
From the bud doth she now call
Flowered glances doth pollen pose
She glances...
Coeur brisé

Poem Details | by Rain Dubilewski |
Categories: adventure, animals, death, life, nature, people, philosophy,

First Spring Eulogy

They flocked into town.
Loud, Pushy, Laughing
They left their Tropics
To celebrate the Great Fest,
Banqueted by Instinct.
Mashing and gulping sour
Red and Purple bits,
Juice dribbling sticky 
Down their Breasts,
They stumble about,
From one hung over bar,
      To
             Another.
Each drink Drives them
                                       Farther until,
One
    By
       One
They drunkenly Crash to their Deaths
In the Windows we use 
To View Them.

Poem Details | by Eric Thomas |
Categories: analogy, death, earth, fear, innocence, mystery, nature, spring, symbolism,

A Lesson Queerly Learned

Silky white, pink-tinted petals pushed by dreaded zephyr
They brush against cheeks; comfort sensually skinned
Delicate, freshly bloomed, fall like widows who have wept
I should too if not for ignorance willfully kept

Poem Details | by Tanika Cooks |
Categories: death, life, nature

Spring Time in Fall

Falls Folly is that all will Founder
Falling slowing to the ground, or
Floating atop a liquid mirror
It all displays a death
Short and kind 
Or 
Brought about by brutal winds
Throwing pieces through the sky’s
But Fall is only victorious for a time 
Because in spring life returns 
In the Form of budding babies
Born anew: yellow, green, and blue

Poem Details | by John Beam |
Categories: clothes, color, funeral, mystery, seasons, snow, spring,

Snow white

covers barren land                                                                                                                                                                white silk hiding all the shame                                                                                                                                                         a ghost until spring