#spring poems on Hello Poetry

Umi May 27

Blooming

As the spring wakes the world from its slumber,
The flowers sprout forth, pridefully gleaming,
Showing off their beauty in wondrous colors,
Filling the air with a sweet aroma that soothes the soul,
As the trees crown themselves with leaves, then blossoms,
I am reminded, just how beautiful...
You are.

-Umi

:3

#spring #love #flowers

Hebert Logerie May 21

Sweet Spring Song For Grandson

Welcome Home
Welcome to Earth
Where nobody is perfect
And nothing is always correct.

Welcome Home
Welcome to Earth
Where people laugh and talk
Where people cry and walk
Where people hate and love
Where eagles and doves soar above
Where people swim and surf
And chat about Google Chrome.

Welcome Home
Welcome to Earth
Where spring is the best season
Welcome to Earth, grandson
Where people talk and walk
Where soon you will use a fork
And a knife to eat like everybody else
In order to feed a bigger body in the house.

Welcome Home
Welcome to Earth
To be with a big and talented family
In order to sing and play music, to see beauty
And misery, to help and to write about everything
Under the sun, the moon and a beautiful spring.

The world is not perfect
And nobody is always correct
Welcome Home, my boy
Believe me
Life is not a perfect toy
Please trust me.

Welcome Home
Welcome to Earth
Where people dream and hope
Disappoint and rise up to fight
Wash off dirt with water and soap
And get fraught in the middle of the night.

Welcome Home
Welcome to Earth
Be safe and be ready to surf
And to learn more about Google Chrome
Welcome Home
Welcome to Earth.

P.S. This poem is dedicated to Baby Luca Levi, my grandson.
Good Health, Long Life, Hope, Peace and Love!

Copyright © March 26, 2023, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.

#song #spring #grandson #grandchild #poem #home #earth #google #chrome #luca

Kyle Kulseth May 20

Springtime in Montana

Shriek

Throw this flesh into wind for to be tattered.

Flense & flay me; sprayed hot onto cold asphalt. Ribbon shred.

This isn't loving Summer, no. Springtime is
planting-
     gestation--
          gasping births---
                violence.
The invasion that is existing.

The Green of April is no gleaming emerald;
It is fury. It is ravenous hunger. It is manic desperation to be
It is the razor's edge of bleeding insistence.

Remove these bones. Festoon your thoughts with the sting and the ache. These verbs are command form. It is Spring.

That ripping. That fibrous, fluid tear. You hear it, yes?

Tilt me over and spill my ******* guts out.
Clouds of grey and bright red rain--squall of ichor. Knife wind.

Let us weep thunderstorms. Chagrin these Gods of Drought.

Howl

Scream for us both. Wail until the throat bleeds. Blood decanter.
Pour us out of you until the sidewalk hides from the cold.

Chilly today! Should've brought an anorak, eh?

Gale force wind. Tear me up. Spare no expense, accept no substitutes.
Leave no intact iota. Return me to my component parts. Atomize me.
Untangle us, we are a tragedy.
...And, after all, this is a slasher, yeah?

I mean. At least distract me. Ya know?

Shiiiiiiiiit, I dunno.

#spring #season #weather #imagery #people #anger #desperation #confusion #hellopoetry

neth jones May 30

00011 10000

the rotting proves Living
its fragrance dampens the air
a good morning

20/05/25 version 2.good morning proof of life/the rotting its fragrance/dampens the air 3. rotting proves living/the fragrance dampens the air/good morning fusion 4. the rotting process /fragrance dampens the morning air/living fusion

#haiku #brevity #observation #spring #rot #fragrance #smell #morning #nature #scent

Unpolished Ink May 19

Branscombe

Branscombe blossom
fair and light
coats the grass with pink and white,
mossy branch and apple breeze
stirs the limbs of dancing trees
orange tips and foraging bees,
no sweeter does the blackbird sing
than in an orchard filled with spring

#spring #spiritual #nature

minisha May 18

Moving On?

The embrace of spring kisses good bye to the crystals of winters,
and flowers bloom among mosses within crumbling walls,
yet rather that dancing among the roses,
I press myself against the thorns,
since the crimson string ties the last knot
with the bullets cherished by the winters.

based on a personal experience, haha

#spring #winter #nature #metaphor #symbolism #love #healing #pain

Gabs T May 18

To ask a simple question

Nature has no master
But neither does she
Perhaps it is a futile endeavor which men have attempted for centuries to no avail,

To gather her water
To fight against a stone fence as it returns to the earth
Or keep drought from ravaging crops

Can she be had?
To tame her would be a self ruining task
As destructive to the settled as the settlor

Can nature be courted?
Gifted crowns of daisies and garlands of lilac
From her own bounty springs forth more and more
What is there to give to a source of such abundance

But her winter is ruthless!
Taking the young from the flock
Sweetness cannot exist without the bite
That dull void she harbors within

And when summer comes,
She leaves sweat trailed amongst the harvest
With golden wheat stalks strewn about

To tame the wheel of seasons would be futile
Those who came before were swept along clinging to her spokes

So, does she appreciate hesitation?
The willingness to relinquish control
The embracing of uncertainty

Or will she carry on
in her infinite self-assured
forward momentum
Awaiting the next

#nature #seasons #summer #spring #winter

MetaVerse May 17

Yellows

Goldfinches
And dandelions compete
For yellowest yellow.

#dandelions #flowers #spring #nature #haiku #gold #finches #birds #avian #color

MetaVerse May 17

$?

Rolls through the valley
A May storm with itchy *****—
What price bonobos?

#may #storm #nature #haiku #bonobo #animals #ginsberg #buson #spring