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6 poems tagged SPRING


»When love makes sense«

by Abongile Gwele, Aug 14, 2015

The air looks like that song that stays on your fingers and makes hearts smile / Your favourite song tastes like a medley of ice-creamcream, pop-corn and marshmallows all dipped in rich darks chocolate / Food sounds like the orchestra of toes in socks strutting their way on wooden floors / Each breath…  sign in to read more »


»Hey Woman«

by Shylet Noma Clint, Aug 20, 2012

Hey woman, wonderfully and fearfully made. / A flower that blossoms in all seasons, areas and atmospheres. / / Your scent gives breath of fresh air / Your presence brightens the day / / Woman your range and brand does not end / uprooted and planted elsewhere it does not change you, it makes you even…  sign in to read more »


»Afridi Is king«

by Rabi Ul Islam, Mar 8, 2012

He holds his bat with all his might, / The bowlers bowl with full of fright. / He is the man, he is the king, / He smashes every ball out of the ring. / / Once he entered the pitch by chance, / And changed the game in a single glance. / He is the man depended on hard times, / For he is the king of all the…  sign in to read more »


»Seasonal Re-awakening«

by Dilindile William Maphosa, Dec 2, 2011

Full - bloom spring brings life into being, / the bitter winter of discontent makes way / to waves of pregnant hope, and the wells are full to the brim, / drizzle and showers of rain keep falling time and again, / puddles, pools and budding flowers, rose petals covered in dew dripping / shoots of green…  sign in to read more »


»The New Leaf«

by Ashok Kumar Madhunlall, Nov 19, 2009

The new leaf sprouts into existence, greeting the universe / Uncurling, revealing, playing out to nature's wishes, / The warm rays of the sun touches her veins, she stretches, / Her siblings try to reach her in their attempts to nurse. / / A caterpillar too submits to nature's insistent laws, / Chewing…  sign in to read more »


»Springtime«

by Ryan Gordon Penn, Sep 7, 2009

Down at the end of the garden / Just beyond the roses and trees / lies a special place / Where I can be me / / Down at the end of life's path / I see you and me together / Talking about the time we wasted / waiting for better weather / / Down at the end of my arm / Is my hand holding yours / there was that…  sign in to read more »