Season Poems that glorify the beauty of seasons and nature through poetry. Be it autumn, winter, summer, rains, spring or fall, these poems are like experiencing seasons through verse. The imagery and metaphors in these poems about seasons are so refreshing, they will lighten up your heart instantly. Memories of seasons, events during the season, joys of the season weaved into poems that makes each season truly special.
Those aerodynamic seconds when Tarzan catapults between climbers through wild greens A nose sprouted on my scalp steers my body into wheels of motion as the doormat whisked from under, flutters Into a maze of colour then of frolic and
I remember our first hungry kiss we behaved as though the time was less making patterns on each others’ body how can I forget the place where you first touched my heart it was then we told each other we
Autumn is our conscience. Vast expanse of blue sky nurses it, white clouds occasionally cover it up, cool air quickly cleans the blockade. Autumn is short lived. It wears peaceful colors. Monk like contemplation wraps it up by logic and
The sun seemed to lose its warmth and The Clouds grey and white, were busy Occupying places all over, adjusting Themselves like a piece on a puzzle board. A season, I tell you, it was a season of departures. A
somewhere out on the island after a bitter flight one of those roads where they let the timber stand stuck to the blind undulations in the landscape peaks and troughs more or less permanent just an empty place for wildlife
With the outer rays of golden beam- the cloud will appear amidst the sunny rim, With the view of its black shade- the peacocks spring open their tails with a happy craze. Frogs croak as they welcome the rain- with
Whereby: The scent of your breath love dances like a butterfly. Drenched in your raining desire lush spring awaits. Yearnings whispered vigorously. The sun kissed golden season’s ancient story filled with certainty and uncertainty. Every word I utter reflects you.
Unpleasant things of life, once completely frozen, are now thawing and melting away. Wisdom has taught us that such things, like ice caps, never came to stay. To all things, there is an ultimate purpose. This truth is certain; no
That vibration has come again if I were a car a driver might say there’s an issue with the spark or with the compression because judging from the size of my tank there’s plenty of fuel I’m suffering from disjointed
I stare at the bride demure and dainty in her virginal veil. Lift my eyes a little to see her shed her modesty. Lusciously coquettish , an exotic eroticism as she sways to the rhythm of a wild vernal beat.
The fragrance of Spring sweetly scents the air, And creeks are running full of melted snow, My eyes could not keep foolishly from glare, Of early morning sun’s radiating glow; More buds have opened up, aroused from sleep, To greet
I travelled back a mile by the canal in sunshine, sky so fresh that early hour was nourishment and I gulped-down the air. Those path-side plants are nearly at their full, I watched a bristling, bulbous stem unroll, blue dragonflies,
I lay my head down on nature’s pillow Feel the warm sunlight and winds blow Sky is absolutely a pretty blue diamond Always pleasant to see like chewing an almond Soft white clouds tickle the glowing trees Make them laugh
You are not a season but a presence, An imagined whisper in someone’s ear. And with your hollow footsteps of silence, Perhaps a traveler who is not here. A Phantom that haunts the city, That we inhabit while we are
My last night with her Sunflowers stalk. Let them watch, remember, and blazon this onto their petals Time decays my memory Last summer gets harder to remember Will harvesting the sunflowers replenish me? Two summers have died. That memory I
Audacity to live with your demons, putting up a fake love belief, who was the time, of that dark night? Distinctly alive to what I was not just putting up the shades of death into nothingness of peace in war.
we’d been cooped up by rain at the end of September family and cats. gradually contempt bred until sun and heat returned in respite, grass warming to please all species of toes. cats charged around unruly flower beds, flossing fangs
No snow falling tonight all is dark wet and dreich, Stars cant be seen all hidden by low lying cloud, Shepherds struggle market price for sheep is too low, children born in squalor no stables left, now turned to houses
Today is conjunction of two seasons, winter likely wants to enter in the state of autumn. I am walking in the street and sensing the presence of winter. Faded field, dry wind just make the day mopish a little bit,
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 feel of leaf dust, Shreds rustling around, The sight of falling leaves, unencumbered my senses. Standing bare at some places, Orange and yellow in some corners; Trees, like traveling artists, Put on colorful plays, Changing attire at every stage.
In the morning of summer, when life was lonely Sitting beneath the trees, and thinking about you My heart, my heart is lonely Still don’t realize you left me lonely In the morning of summer, when life was lonely Remembering
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
Orange flower of may Bright burning fire display Big bunches in bouquets form Decorating the Earth they fall upon Rain and sunshine The season brings Pretty green beans Like rattles dangling Standing beauty beside the sidewalk Like fire engines its
It’s winter– empty branches all around. Sick mountains beyond covered mists, their beauty not known… And, looking at winters pale half moon, Alone, I remember– my days past with you, those paired past of sixteenth, still drenched in sweet spring
Gone is the palace Emerald green More vibrant colours Steal the scene Brilliant hues Red and gold Herald a world Harsh and cold Winds of change Whisper through the halls The canopy breaks Flutters, falls Of Summer’s death Do not
Winterlude From November to March winter-green and winter-grey for all the things you never say, winter-silver and winter-gold for all the secrets left untold, winter-snow and winter-frost counting all the thing we’ve lost, winter-love and winter-pain washed away in freezing
When you come back to me in the spring, I will bestow all my love upon you, also well-being. Locking you in the depth of my heart without any will, I will fulfill all your dreams with dazzling smile. Deep
In the tropical section of the Earth. There stays a period, Brimful of sufferings and pain. That tends to seek, Any and all drop of blood . Then the time has chosen a turn, And brought in a moderate silence,
Her embracing self Sweeps you away to an unknown river dale Currents of her whirling posture Working wonder when together. Thy unconscious loving solitude showing bursting aptitude Amusing her tender parts Before another night is over. Dew of her canvassing
Freedom, you are the autumn leaf drifting to the call of the season. Freedom, you are the tune forming in a dreamers mind. Freedom, you are the paint on a wet canvas seeking it’s own path to redemption. Freedom you
When I will leave this world, Leave many questions in your heart, Ever lasting tears in your eyes, Broken dreams in your hands, Sorrowful memories in your loneliness, Long wait in your days and silent legend in your nights, In
Walking bare footed on the turf of past With an unusual nonchalance for the changing season, Spring’s music echoed and died away so fast, But no songs or laments did reach this garden. Sweet fragrance of ripe fruits went unnoticed
I miss my dear friend and childhood days; Catching butterflies with sun’s rays. I miss your pulling my pony tail; Not doing homework and showing face pale. I remember your being punished for my sake ; Sharing even the last
Up the hill In a valley Daffodils grew on the banks of Kashmir Pretty pink, white and yellow Dancing in the sunshine meadow Little Robin red breast Tweeting on the willow White clouds flirting With the little fellow Up the
Heavens descended Agni, Varuna, Indra & Yama¹ lined up To witness a Swayamvar² Of a heart with a soul, A reunion on earth & a Meghdutam³ With a cloud as pen The universe as canvas Was asked to describe The
When lips remain silent, eyes speak Love conquers every beautiful peak Expression comes from a sparking cheek Crazy feelings come from heart to sneak What is out in beloved’s domain When she plays in drizzling rain Love emotions to beauty
Cancer woke up, The passionate wanderer, One with nature’s beauty, From a well of silence. It whispered to me, The value of time, To an awakening of, Embracing every season. In an endless sea, Of eternal harmony, To gather my
Spring, its earthy smell is everywhere Shouts of children, gleefully at play Adults too, liberated at last from playing solitaire Lakes, once frozen and cold, now awake Reflecting glimmering shards of golden light Streams freed from their icy prisons, gurgle