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Lisa Conway Apr 15
My garden has become my haven
A paradise discovered
Each day a new flower appears,
The crisp white of a snowdrop
The purple head of a crocus and the
beautiful dazzling yellow of a daffodil,
A shoot of new green grass
A bud on a tree branch

I stop, sit a while and listen
the call of a bird and the buzz of a bee
Children laughing, parents shouting,
The whisper of the wind rustling through
The cherry blossoms
A blackbird hops in picks up a
twig and flits back to the tree to build his nest
The lone Magpie saluted against bad luck
Caws loudly ,searching for food
Hop, hop, hopping around

Purple violas , nodding their heads
In the brilliant sunshine
Forget me nots popping up
In most unexpected places,
Moss thriving in between paving slabs,
Green leaves are emerging
Making the whole garden look alive
Spring is finally here
In my beautiful garden

© L Conway 2020
J E A Cole Mar 31
My seeking is in spring.
It is when the wild cherry blossom blooms above my window that I embrace its solemnity and kiss the sweet fruit. We breath the same happy notes of youth. Dewy morning chill passes by, and leaves me cold. If I were a tree how would the cold feel? Childeren on their way to school would bite the branches to find how the blood of the tree tastes. To see it flow red, they'd dance upside down. We remain silent; language is a crule, crule tool, made for violent crowds to invoke horrible delights. Mellow touches brush my skin and I return gentility. Feed me your gentle love, even though I fear my won't be sufficient to do the same. It shakes under our weight. We will break it, it's a promise. The unpleasantness of our kin endures.

I shall fly to the mountains as a fae.
Alek Mielnikow Dec 2019
I’ve never felt so tranquil
while so numb.

It’s like leaving while
staying still, a calm
pulse in nothing,
music without a sound,
*** without a body.

It’s an erasure of strides
in snow and slush,
a dissolving act,
the cackle of a
wholesome child.

Pure and imperfect.

I am drifting downstream,
riding the cherry blossoms.

And I’m not stopping this time,
I’m not checking out,
waking up or falling asleep.

The stars will kiss me and I
will drink their light.

I am no longer afraid.

by Aleksander Mielnikow | Alek the Poet
For those celebrating today, rock on! But you may not be in the same spirit. New Year’s Eve might leave you wanting and feeling empty. You’ll enjoy the party and lift the toast, but someone close may notice how sad your eyes are when you let your guard down. Something about this transitional holiday hurts deep in your gut, similar to your birthday. All I will say is that you’re not alone; I am just like you. And I’m lifting my toast to you, hoping you find a lesson in your struggle, maybe something about understanding yourself better. And I hope that by tomorrow you’re looking neither ahead nor behind but being right now.

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Enas Sep 2019
Her aurora voice, her sunlight soul;
like rays, she walks on different colours and breaks into million dancing pieces.

Her scent of light, her cherry blossom lips,
ivy in her veins, lilies on her skin
and a lotus blooming in her heart;
for a petal she drifts.

Luminous, she shines against all light.
Is she a friend, a lover or a stranger?
She only greets my soul by breathing.
She’ll release me, she’ll save me!
Samtoy Sep 2019
You are the cherry blossom
And I am the land
Each time that you fall
I'll catch you with my hand
I'll always be there for the one I love
And I'll catch her whenever she fall
She's given to me by God from above
Her love i will forever hold
Eloisa Apr 2019
Your kisses felt as soft as the cherry blossoms,
as sweet as the smell of the grass and the woods,
as warm as the sunshine in April,
Yes, I truly love you and the beauty of spring!
~I miss you!
Eloisa Apr 2019
A quick change of weather brought me to stare outside the window
Standing near the porch, I was then surprised to see snow falling
Almost a month when cherry blossoms began to say hello
Here comes a chilling wind and a surprise snowfall in spring
Hearing its sound, a thread of sad memories began to flow
This pushed me back to the hour of pain, strain,  and self-blaming
Worried about the blossoms and  pretty wild flowers in the meadow,
I looked around and saw green grass and birds happily chirping
Oh! the woods smell sweet, snow becomes rains and the little stream flows
And everywhere I turn around, I see hope in everything
Plus who among us would not care, cherish and will not go
To admire a lovely tree where blossoms are hung with snow in spring
~A snowy day in spring!
Eloisa Apr 2019
Pink flow’rs, blushing cheeks
             A soft kiss to say goodbye
                            Just one perfect dance
Eloisa Mar 2019
She stood there naked almost all throughout the year
Enslaved by the chilling winds, captured by the gloom of winter
Though she never got tired of waiting for the sun to rouse from a lengthy sleep
Reaching up the clouds, she raised her tiny brittle arms and began to weep

I was a witness to her silent suppressed feeling and pain
But I was scared to show her that I also wallow in vain
Then I saw her yesterday with the warm breeze caressing her blushing cheeks
I just wished she felt my joy, the freedom from the frigid knot is indeed to celebrate

Her beauty now flourishes in her pink and silky gown
Her smile glitters and she glows like a princess with a gorgeous crimson crown
Again I am a witness to her glorious happiness and content
Though nervous of the ceremony that might soon begin to fade
harley r noire Sep 2018
it was spring in the
dreamy outlands,
serene rivers mantled
by soft, rosy hue of
freshly fallen petals—
the zephyr blew a light
kiss on our smiling,
blush-painted faces
dazed by the ever so
pristine allure of this

and undying warmth of
entwined fingers—

until the end of
the doze.
me, having too much sweetly sickening, saccharine dreams. i've been kinda obsessed with Japan lately, and i've been dreaming about going there too.
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