Spring Up Poems - Poems about Spring Up

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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in the spring, when petals praise within the song of grace who’ll amaze beneath the silence of a gentle bud there is a power, power in the blood in the summer, when stories reveal hope so sacred, sacred enough to heal beyond the sun grows a life of wonder singing exultation in the raging thunder in the autumn, when leaves begin to weep there...

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I felt like it was coming, not through buds breaking open, but through a softness in the air, like a soft napkin forgotten on the chest of an old icon. No one announced it not the wind, not the birds, not the old woman at the corner window, threading her days together with a broken needle. This spring has no footsteps, no voice, only the faint scent of resin and...

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Burning like fever in the spring our love affair was on the wing then drifted away on the summer wind now I'm thinking of you how good it used to be holding on to precious memories and every teardrop has a tale to tell every teardrop fills a wishing well changing like autumn leaves that fall your love it comes and goes then melts away...

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Matsuo Basho English Translations of haiku about spring, birds, bats, butterflies, flowers, sun, cherry. Seeing them naked almost makes me caress the wanton flowers. —Matsuo Basho, translation by Michael R. Burch As temple bells fade flowers strike their fragrance into the silence. —Matsuo Basho, translation by Michael R. Burch The bat also emerges into the birds’ world of flowers. —Matsuo Basho, translation by Michael R. Burch When planting, please...

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Matsuo Basho Haiku: English Translations of haiku about seasons, spring, rain, moon, flowers, blossoms, wind, river, etc. Blame the rainy season for my absence, old friend Moon. —Matsuo Basho, translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch For yet a little while, the pale moon floating among blossoms... —Matsuo Basho, translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch Moon past full: darkness increasing. —Matsuo Basho, translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch Spring rains so heavy they overflow...

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After the sleet and snow of winter, Life has taken a rebirth. Barren spaces, adorned in kaleidoscopic colours. Sunlight glistens, daffodils and daisies spring. The heavenly music of birds drowns the air, Bringing joy and cheer to uncounted hearts. ...

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She moved away From advances Rolled her eyes When I took My chance Made it Odivous that she Didn't want me to The night lingered on I'll saw some chances I don't wanna be wrong I think that I read her Glances I was wrong She took her chances I want to be So.meone who Is in love In each Roman es Did my part But I caught Her in glances Summer. Winds Are Autumn winds When...

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three blue eggs snug in a nest ~ spring at its best AP: 3rd place 2025...

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Sweet snowdrop bells ring! The violets are coming Days are chanting spring. Crimson camelias call from dreams near the garden wall. Gold sun fields await rich tulips of tomorrow! Lily's never late. Then pansies' pink faces greet blue roses across the street. ...

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At Lough Allua, along the waterfront One observes a turning of the tide From river stones, which stay blunt Are nature’s creatures, who needn’t hide A little toad searches for anew Commencing a journey made by few Its passage, grows so weary Following the gravel track On its way to Ballingeary High ditches cloak edges of the roads Serving to both sides, a useful shield Tender...

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Spring is sprawling out there somewhere in a Bikini on a Beach drinking Beer toes in the sand glass in hand while snowflakes are falling and winter's still here then when good old sunny summer comes (and swallows do too) oh to go Barefoot in a Boat on the sea Barbecue in the garden play Ball in the park fun in the sun 'til evening twilight lowers the night a curtain...

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