Seasons Poems

Seasons poems that are original and profound. Explore a brilliant collection of seasons poetry that you can’t stop reading. These poems on seasons are published by poets from all over the world and are sure to keep you High On Poems!

Seasons Of Life

Seasons Of Life short poem

The cold wind blew, dry leaves fell rain poured in torrents, washed off the trace of the past. Lightening struck ablaze, darkness died.. A storm still broke out, the chains of bondage cracked…. Thunder struck aloud, leaving the past dead..

Reasons for loving all the seasons

Reasons for loving all the seasons short poem

In you, is the sunshine of the summer, That burns me to work harder and smile longer, Awakens me to challenge the world’s stubbornness ….. In you, is the dancing rain of the monsoon, Who takes me higher and rejuvenates

Seasons Of The Heart

Seasons Of The Heart short poem

I look at you And don’t know why it’s getting’ cold The way you smile at me It seems like winter days The breeze of hot summer blossoms Smells like flakes of ice Now, I don’t know how to decide

Seasons Smile

Seasons Smile short poem

Seasons come, Seasons go, Past is forgotten, present is forgiven. Memories get aged, get ignored, Dreams are born, get matured And with every season new, A magic is unveiled. For the lengthier days, I wait for the winter to pass

Four Seasons

Four Seasons prose poem

There are lovely seasons beyond compare that each has its own beauty, spring offers a birth of life to so many flowers and trees. Summer is the warmest season of all, the sun is the strongest on the blue sky

Seasons In New England.

Seasons In New England. prose poem

From the lakes in New Hampshire to the sand dunes of Cape Cod. From the mountains of Vermont to the seaports of Rhode Island. From the rocky seacoast of Maine to the Gold Coast of Connecticut. Winters of snow and

Seasons of love

Seasons of love short poem

Think of death Grey clouds arrive Dark rain pours down Cold and clammy ground Think of life Seeds sprout out Flowers bloom in season Tender green leaves all around Think of love Dewdrops on leaves Soft petals strewn on earth

Seasons

Seasons prose poem

When winter comes and skeletons of trees stand starkly upon the snow, I will think of you and your head on my lap before the fireplace . . . skating on the gaunt, deep pond where we made love on

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Wasted Spring

Wasted Spring short poem

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

Seemingly Snowing

Seemingly Snowing short poem

In good old days I built adobe houses for each memory but then came flooding, freezing and again flooding even the scarecrow’s shirt discolored in our orchard with red apples However you still ask me what happened, how do I

Up The Hill

Up The Hill ballad

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

April Green

April Green short poem

I sat at the table with rotted drawers scribbling the April green drawing spirals with a French curve when sunshine was there drawing straight angles with the set square because clouds were needed too I learned flowers’ shapes by heart

Come September And Sweet Heart

Come September And Sweet Heart long poem

Why don’t you remember? Remember again, Music of September, I still retain. We met in the greenery, A wet, lovely scenery, A teen age romance, The music and dance. Why don’t you remember? Remember again, Magic of September, Your shyness,

Bamboo Forest

Bamboo Forest short poem

First driblets of rain after long Flowing down through the bamboo Landed on my chin; For a change it was tears of glee. A sigh of freed up stress Emanating from deep within Up through the bamboo; For a change

Cat Quartet

Cat Quartet short poem

Winter That tiger cat with winking green eyes tossing up balls of red yarn. Spring Inquisitive… the gingersnap cat stares as I get undressed. Summer Black and white kitten lying under clothesline in soft circles of sleep. Fall Windy afternoon

Garden

Garden long poem

Sometimes we hide If you ask us where We go It is likely we will tell you In the summer it is a garden of hope It is a garden of blossoms It is a garden of light It is

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

Photograph

Photograph short poem

An aged photograph of a relative with her cherished daughter, sitting by a calm, placid lake on a sweet sparkling spring day. Wonder, joy, and amusement filled both of their unblemished, youthful faces – A family beginning its nascent, hopeful

‘Tis The Season

Tis The Season short poem

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

Winter Trees

Winter Trees long poem

I love to see the winter trees Their twisted boughs and bony knees Contorted knuckles, warted bark The lichens staining limbs so stark If they could speak, a tale they’d tell Of suffering through winter’s hell I love the springtime’s

Life Cycle

Life Cycle prose poem

Life, the very essence of our being. It is inevitable that we all must walk this journey. What we forget is that we are not on this journey alone. Even the nature surrounding us has its own life cycle. Our

Walking Among Leaves

Walking Among Leaves short poem

Dry leaves ruffle together like voices over a gentle waterfall. In this coolness of night are echoes that drift ever so quiet on a breeze, into sleep and the solitude of dreaming. A single thought, a breath, a tear… Sounds

Winter

Winter short poem

She had changed colours to please her eyes her soft sight covers the earth , her fond beauty dumbs the earth , commenting ‘silence ‘. She was green back in her old days , had changed, green to golden .

Orchard On A Hill

Orchard On A Hill prose poem

Splashes of green lined up row after row. Limbs of green shooting skyward downward everywhere. Vibrant light shades of newness this time every year. Each displaying its own vibrant uniqueness. As the winds blow hot, green takes on a mature

Poems containing references to : Seasons

Twinkle In A Wrinkle

Twinkle In A Wrinkle short poem

As age catches on, Wrinkles appear, Beauty fades, But eyes still twinkle. Soul lights up, The most crinkled one, With an intense eye, Deeper than most. A chain of memories, Of all seasons, Brighten up the days, In the sunset

An Honest Poet’s Life Is Full Of Care

An Honest Poets Life Is Full Of Care sonnet poems

Now to myself this comes as some surprise I’m sitting writing here a tuneless song My rusty hand’s in need of exercise For I’ve been far too lazy for too long In honeyed indolence I’ve spent my days I’ve watched

Realize

Realize ode

Like seasons, friendship too changes, As it varies from different ranges. All of a sudden it is bleak, As if it has lost its magic streak. With the passage of time, And this drift at its prime; Has indeed led

Royal Celebrations

Royal Celebrations short poem

Once my husband brought a pair of white pigeons, Very beautiful with red eyes and lush red beaks. Extremely gorgeous with glorious visions, In our mother tongue we call it Laqa-kabootar. A special species of sweet white pigeons, In golden

Lady Elusive

Lady Elusive long poem

In the labyrinthine corridors of life As we wander in hope of a distant and obscure prize It is seldom known what awaits around the next corner Like the day when I first laid eyes upon her An image of

Ashes To Ashes

Ashes To Ashes short poem

Oh, the leaves of green that exist no longer As the days grow cold and a little stronger My heart and the seasons intertwined The child dies; the man grows less kind Experience is the lesson hard earned Best of

Pendulum Of Life

Pendulum Of Life short poem

Life is a pendulum That swings between Life and death With rhythm of the heart Open to the river of life Fling into its music Each passing moment Spicing up life with love Life is not infinite Every skip of

You sing to the Gods

You sing to the Gods ode long poem

An ode to Bhimsen Joshi You sing to the earth, it’s minerals, it’s metals, it’s pure stones. You sing to the earth, it’s sand, the yellow sand, the red sand, it’s rivers of sorrow, the waves, the waves that no

Time Between Space

Time Between Space short poem

If time stops for no one, not even for love A straight line unbroken from morning to dusk Then my life is hollow, there’s nothing spellbound And seasons of living are well traveled ground If life’s made of spaces instead

An Ode to My Mother

An Ode to My Mother short poem

As I sit across and gaze into those beautiful eyes, Its all so pure, no pretense without any guise. A faithful alliance I see, A dedication that never deserted me. An individual who loved without reasons, A person who did

Wake Up Sweet Heart

Wake Up Sweet Heart ode

Clad in blue From top to bottom, Sat beside you, Her long drizzling hairs, On your Face, Her lips near to yours, Slowly and subtly says, Wake up Sweet heart. Wake up sweet heart, For the day has come, And

Human Heart And Cycles Of Change

Human Heart And Cycles Of Change short poem

Sun rises in east and sets in west, every month, moon appears and disappears, seasons come and seasons go, but heart rhythms are unceasing. Night comes and fades away- day arrives and gradually it disappears; in rain and in sun-

Lost To Be Alive

Lost To Be Alive ballad

Like the cold old mountains And the sorrowful seas Are there, forever, Immobile; souls and minds. I’m lost, Patiently lost. Like the tender fairy wind, Comes with such magnificent swift. Like the roaring river To be absorbed into the lover’s

At The Crossing Of Seven Winds

At The Crossing Of Seven Winds poetry books

Nature is wild and eagles and wolves will never be lovers. But certainly Poetry can overcome every obstacle and translates our dreams, desires, passions.. in images that evoke even a new, different Universe. It fulfills the very nature of Poetry

Needles and Pines

Needles and Pines short poem

Jesus in the devil’s dress- I call you needles and pines…creature of flesh, no flowers, brown eyes or dyed eyes, I rock you into your foundation tonight, no clouds hover in your heart, a binding of mint moss around, your

बदल डालो!

बदल डालो! ghazal

सिर्फ़ पन्ना ही क्यों, पूरी किताब बदल डालो, बासे हुए हैं जो ख़्वाब, वो ख़्वाब बदल डालो ज़िंदगी के पास न जाने कितने ही सुरूर हैं, जब ज़ायका ज़ुबां चढ़े, शराब बदल डालो ये नादानियाँ तुम भी कर लो सांस रहते,

The Fairest Maiden

The Fairest Maiden short poem

The sun comes up and the sun goes down. Spring Has turned into autumn and now all the leaves Are falling to the ground. White laced woman When will all your dreams come true? Broken Hearted she cries “I know

A Beautiful April Morning

A Beautiful April Morning short poem

Whenever, I feel tired and exhausted, From life’s monotonous routine, I go to my courtyard Theatre, On the enormous screen, Watching the free natural movie scenes, Projected by The Almighty Producer. The scenes change there with the passage, Of the

Time Teller

Time Teller long poem

Darkness and quietness all around me Except for your constant tick Doesn’t that painfully prick! So trick the play and take the pause I’ll applause and I swear not to be cross. You always march, night and day Where is

State Of Birth

State Of Birth prose poem

M portrays my feeling of MISSING something that I never had, and could never see; The feeling that people were always MOVING away from me; The feeling that MONEY would never come my way, but only flee. I is for

This Is Why I Hate You

This Is Why I Hate You prose poem

You make such lame excuses because you want what amuses hanging out with friends praising on what they find you promise to start life from a new page but like seasons it changes promises from your mouth continuously flow but