Semerian Perez Aug 2012

Pink and white
Flutter to the ground
To form a gentle blanket
That gently rustle
In the cool spring breeze
I watch in awe
At your beauty
As I leave this world
My mind will fall to you
Oh magestic
And delicate one
Whose name is

Ronald J Chapman Dec 2014

She is mysterious, as strange as a daytime dream,
So remarkable, I see a
Princess dressed in a kimono covered with cherry blossom leaves,
Floating down river, under a canopy
Of pink and white Sakura trees.

She is so extraordinary, as unique as a double rainbow at sunrise,
So dreamy, as dreamy as a seaside sunset,
Her unconditional love scatters,
Like cherry blossoms in a fresh breeze,
Seen in rippling waves of sunshine.

So fantastical, as fantastic as a pink rose blooming in the desert,
So magical, as magical as our dreams coming true,
Princess Sakura singing, like an Angel,
She spreads her wings and flies away,
Like vanishing Sakura, leaves at the end of spring.

Princess Sakura, you will live forever in my dreams...

© 2014 Ronald J Chapman All Rights Reserved.

Cherry Blossom Girl - Air
Rin Apr 2013

they bloom
pink popcorn
sprouting on trees
cotton candy flowers
soon to be devoured
by hundreds of hungry tourists
at the click of a button
one flash
and the moment
is over
beauty becomes litter
and litter turns to dust

Ronald J Chapman Dec 2014

A pink kimono
Adorned with velvet flowers

Standing there in the Springtime mist of Japan,
Guarded by Sakura trees.
Skies are blue,
Singing a beautiful song,

Pink lips like adorable flowers on a spring day,
A most beautiful, kind and loving princess to ever
walk Japan.

Your beautiful face,
Your kindest soul,
Your adorable lips,
You smiled at me.

You have the prettiest voice,
that calms my soul.

You're the most beautiful and loving princess,
ever to walk Japan...

© 2014 Ronald J Chapman All Rights Reserved.

Princess Sakura Poem Reading 1
Heidi Kalloo Aug 2014

The sakura tree
is dead you tailpipe fiend
you coal mine scoundrel.


Idiosyncrasy Mar 2016

All good things come to an end
The sakura blooms and leaves in a week

That's why there's a rare chance to see it's beauty
Just like there was just one chance for you and me
So sometimes I take comfort that our love was too good then
But I wish not all good things should come to an end.

Andrew T Hannah Apr 2013

Softly flowing
Soaring higher
Carried on the gentlest breeze

Pale pink shade
Smooth as silk
Slowly falling from the trees

Gently blowing
Round and round
Twirling, swirling to and fro

Just in spring
With sunlights touch
Will cherry blossoms grow

Therese G Nov 2014

Step into the train
as cherry blossoms kiss you
a fragrant goodbye.

Eleanor Kellett May 2014

The cherry blossom,
Blowing in the harsh cold wind,
Petals drifting down.

Tranquil Dawn Mar 2017

In frailty, life welcomes the discerning stare,
as treasures fall and seep.
Sakura clouds whisper secrets,
only Wisdom's foundlings hear.

April approaches on dainty feet,
to don the mourning gown.
Blossoms lace treasured guests
Hanami consumes its bitter--sweet.

Delicate, the precious bloom
stretches wide awake from sleep.
Its tousled morning look
stops the sun to await a groom.

(A young bride is, radiant, aglow
her flushed cheeks and blithe song revealed.)
The brilliant future's momentary gleam,
seedling beauties unfettered--incensed, blow,

pale, untouched by heat or naked skies,
redolent of spring abreast with winter's foil.
Sugu ni (soon) the nursing nightingale
warbles cherry blossoms' silken goodbyes.

Sakura- Japanese cherry tree
Hanami- tradition of picnicking underneath a burgeoning cherry blossom tree.
Hina Suzuki Feb 2016

Your beauty match a cherry blossom tree
No a garden!
The love that grow inside of me.
The start of spring!
Getting warmer, getting brighter.
Makes my head feel lighter.
It must be love.

in the feeble shadow

cast by the cherry tree

the depression of you

still sleeps in the grass

after all these years...

you fell asleep next to me

and i stole glances of your kind face

for the longest time...

i understood the secrets

you tried to withold

beautiful secrets

now they are a part of me


i am haunted by your breathing

your head against my shoulder

in the shadow

cast by the old cherry tree

blossoms caressing the sanctuary

where your body once slept

next to mine

Without you

i am but a shadow

xuans Aug 2015

i just really hate the term puppy love.
makes me sound like i'm way over my head
simply caught up with the clouds high above
and not gonna stop myself till i'm dead

rather, it's a cherry blossom romance
beautiful, brilliant and illuminating
sweet and pleasant, putting me into trances
a fire in me so strongly burning.

i hate the word crush with burning passion
makes this love feel fragile and soft-boiled
i know myself well, there's no confusion
at that point in time, my heart's fully-booked

let's call it a sakura rendezvous:
where raw, feral love comes into full bloom.
burning bright, though eventually withering:
'twas an embodiment of maturity.

for a friend...along with my thoughts. enjoy
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