Torturous Spring

Torturous Spring short poem

Photo by ChodHound

You show your face, then run away, letting the cold win for another day,
Reminding us of better times, of daffodils and starting vines,
Teasing us with hopes of summer, knowing it could be an English bummer,
I went out in a shirt on Sunday, thinking it was staying warm,
Then you ran away again, leaving me cold and torn,
Come on spring we’ve had enough, finding coats and hats and gloves,
Where’s the flowers, heat and fun, surely now the winters done,
If I sit for one more day twittering my life away,
I think I’ll really lose the plot and start a life career of pot,
So come on Spring, really do your stuff the people of England have had enough.

Rate the poem
1 Star2 Stars3 Stars4 Stars5 Stars (1 votes, average: 3.00 out of 5)
We are posting your rating...

Have something to say about the poem?

Profile photo of Word Roach

Word Roach

Signup / Login to follow the poet.
I grew up on a council estate bordering the green fields of kent , so it was fishing in streams and glue sniffing skinheads, what a contrast. I,ve taken drugs and had mixed times both very bad and good and have done a huge variety of different jobs which all in all I think make my work interesting. I dont drink or take drugs anymore. Havent for 8 years. Its better but I regret nothing, it all adds to you person.Thanks for reading my work. Its very enjoyable to do and a bit secret !
Poems you will love

Give your feedback / review for the poem

Be the First to Comment & Review poem!

Notify of
avatar
wpDiscuz

Song Of Spring

Song Of Spring short poem

Today I heard a robin sing Heralding the coming spring A song of exultation to the sky An ode to earth’s awakening I saw a willow on the hill It’s branches greening in the sun And all the earth seemed

Voices Sing In Spring

Voices Sing In Spring ballad

Sing voices sweetly sing sweet voices sing. for all the earth is listening, to voices sing in spring. Nature dresses in a fresh new gown, with colors of a rainbow crown, sweet voices sing Mother nature is nurturing the Earth

The Sonnet Of Spring

The Sonnet Of Spring sonnet poems

The morning sun rises gently, And the dew glistens as diamonds. The waves pound intently, And the grass sways in the highlands. The atmosphere is full of silence As the springtime mildly wakes. ‘Tis the rebirth of the islands, And

Again It’s Spring

Again Its Spring short poem

Wake up people it’s time to come out of hibernation and into the realization of that beautiful swing which turns winter into spring. It’s time to stop sinning and start winning and step into a new beginning. Time to clean

Spring Time Revelries

Spring  Time Revelries prose poem

Hail to you o gracious guest The most awaited and cherished Alighting majestically onto the earth With splendid ceremony of a real king Whose eventful advent does signal A fast retreat of the winter chill That has been rather unkind