28 Spring Poems

One of the best times of the year, Spring! Let the poems remind you that spring is a time of renewal.

Enjoy these short poems expressing the Poet's views about Spring. Our very first and best thoughts of spring are ones of life, a season of rebirth and renewal. Everything seems to come alive in the spring. It is a joyous and wonderful time of the year. Be inspired by these poems

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  1. Our First Thoughts
    Poet: Catherine Pulsifer


    Our very first thoughts of spring are ones of life,
    A season of rebirth and renewal, free from strife.
    Everything seems to come alive in the spring,
    From the tiny buds to the birds on the wing.

    It is a joyous and wonderful time of the year,
    When nature sheds its wintry cloak without fear.
    The world awakens with a vibrant hue,
    As if a painter's brush has created something new.

    The sun's warm touch brings life to the land,
    Flowers bloom and trees majestically stand.
    Gentle showers fall, nurturing the earth,
    And butterflies flutter, announcing spring's birth.

    The melodies of birds fill the air,
    Their songs of joy and hope are beyond compare.
    The sweet fragrance of blossoms drifts on the breeze,
    As nature dances to the rhythm of trees.

    Spring whispers promise of days filled with light,
    Of longer evenings and starlit nights.
    It beckons us to step outside and explore,
    To embrace the beauty that spring has in store.

    May these spring months inspire and remind,
    In spring, new possibilities we find.
    A time to let go of the cold winter's sting,
    And embrace the miracles that come with spring.



  2. Month Poems
    Month Poems


  3. A Time Of Hope
    Poet: Catherine Pulsifer


    As winter's chill departs
    The warmth of spring arrives
    Seeing daffodils and crocus blooms
    Allows hope and rebirth to thrive.

    Birds soar in the sky so blue
    Nature flings open its door
    Our hearts are filled with joy and delight
    At this time of hope evermore!



  4. poems about hope
    Poems About Hope


  5. Spring Greeting
    Poet: James Henry Thomas


    Lo! the winter now is past;
    Spring comes riding in at last,
    With her healthful, balmy breeze,
    Greeting birds and budding trees.

    List! I hear her gay "Ha! ha!"
    Ringing through the meadows far,
    Getting everything in tune.
    Budding trees for shade in June.

    She has tuned the atmosphere
    With her season of the year;
    Light and gracefully she steps.
    Winning everything she helps.

    Winter tried to keep her 'way.
    Till the near approach of May;
    But the sun's hot rays forbade —
    And have many glad hearts made.

    E'en the ground-hog has come out
    Of his burrow with a shout,
    For his shadow failed to show,
    As it did six weeks ago.

    Gentle Spring, why lingered thou?
    Thou delayed the farmers' plow;
    'T is upon thee we depend
    For a happy harvest end.

    Breathe thou now upon the earth,
    And she will give gentle birth
    To more smiling buds and flowers,
    Making glad these hearts of ours.



  6. Winter Poems
    Winter Poems


  7. Spring Whispers
    Poet: Catherine Pulsifer


    In winter's grasp, the world lay still,
    A landscape draped in white and chill.
    But hark! Spring's whispers softly sound,
    As nature wakes from slumber profound.

    With gentle touch, the sun's warm ray,
    Unfurls the buds in colors gay.
    From barren branches, new life springs,
    A symphony of joyful things.

    The flowers bloom in vibrant hue,
    Their fragrant scents refresh and woo.
    Each petal, like a painter's brush,
    Transforms the world from gray to lush.

    Leaves unfurl, for all to see,
    Dancing upon each welcoming tree.
    The black and white of winter's reign,
    Now bathed in hues that bring no pain.

    Oh, how the beauty of spring's embrace,
    Fills every heart with joy and grace.
    Renewal whispers in every breeze,
    As nature awakens from her freeze.

    So let us revel in this wondrous sight,
    As spring unveils her colors bright.
    A season of hope, a time to sing,
    As life renews in splendid spring.



  8. poems about beauty
    Poems About Beauty


  9. Smile Of Spring
    Poet: John Greenleaf Whittier


    A beautiful and happy girl,
    With step as light as summer air.
    Eyes glad with smiles, and brow of pearl,
    Shadowed by many a careless curl
    Of unconnned and flowing hair;
    A seeming child in every thing.
    Save thoughtful brow and ripening charms,
    As Nature wears the smile of Spring
    When sinking into Summer's arms.



  10. Summer Poems
    Summer Poems


  11. Spring
    Poet: Arthur Franklin Fuller

    Velvet hills on every hand —
    Nature broods o'er vale and rand;
    Water lilies grace each pond —
    Poppies deck the fields beyond.

    Mountain-peak, with hoary head,
    Purple robes o'er him are spread —
    Towers in grandeur — awe instills —
    Father of the lesser hills.

    Leave your carking cares behind,
    Poor are those to Nature blind;
    Winter gone — all's new in Spring —
    With the birds exultant sing.



  12. poems about mountains
    Poems About Mountains


  13. April's Awakening
    Poet: Catherine Pulsifer

    April's awakening signals spring,
    A season where new life takes wing.
    Winter's slumber ends at last,
    As nature blooms and skies turn bright.

    Colors burst through sleepy trees,
    Promising warmth and longer days.
    April, my favorite time of year,
    Where hope and possibility appear.



  14. April Poems
    April Poems


  15. The Middle of Spring
    Poet: Catherine Pulsifer

    May has arrived with much delight,
    Spring in its middle, such a sight,
    Rejuvenation, growth and greenery,
    Sunshine pouring, warmth and energy.

    May your life be filled with same,
    Abounding growth, no sense of shame,
    Excitement running through your veins,
    Joyous times that nothing restrains.



  16. May Poems
    May Poems


  17. Spring Perpetual
    Poet: Strickland Gillilan


    If birds be singing in your soul,
    What matter though the snow-clouds roll
    Across a sky that's bleak and drear
    Or that the winter time is here?

    If buds be bursting in your heart,
    What though men hasten through the mart
    With collars lifted 'round their ears
    And eyes a-brim with wind-made tears?

    If it be sweet springtime within,
    We need not heed the breezes thin;
    We need not even wonder whether
    The season calls for wintry weather.



  18. Autumn Poems
    Autumn Poems


  19. Spring
    Poet: William Cullen Bryant

    The country ever has a lagging Spring,
    Waiting for May to call its violets forth,
    And June its roses- showers and sunshine bring,
    Slowly, the deepening verdure o'er the earth;
    To put their foliage out, the woods are slack,
    And one by one the singing-birds come back.

    Within the city's bounds the time of flowers
    Comes earlier. Let a mild and sunny day,
    Such as full often, for a few bright hours,
    Breathes through the sky of March the airs of May,
    Shine on our roofs and chase the wintry gloom-
    And lo! our borders glow with sudden bloom.



  20. Spring Flowers Poet - Louise Seymour Jones Spring flowers are long since gone. Summer's bloom hangs limp on every terrace. The gardener's feet drag a bit on the dusty path and the hinge in his back is full of creaks.
    Garden Poems



  21. The Lawn Mower
    Poet: Sarah Barber

    When we finally flip it over
    the fireflies are out. The neighbor boy
    has had his stitches in so I can finally admit
    I think it is all fantastic: the suck
    of the spark plug undone, the stuck blade
    bent into the guard, and the sound
    of the hammer’s head reshaping the metal.
    In this our suburban Eden we've only
    a teenage Adam too dreamy to manage
    his motorized scythe and silly Eve leaving
    her coffee cups and plastic plant pots
    behind in the grass. Though it's a long way
    from a fall, this spring's first disaster,
    I did like the thin thread of red
    on his upper lip, and I like my mower
    turned over among the glowworms,
    a monstrous dandelion as unnatural as we
    are, out in a garden, with our untidy
    golds and our dangerous sharps.



  22. Poems about Grass and Lawns
    Poems About Grass and Lawns


  23. Early Spring
    Poet: William Wordsworth

    Through primrose tufts, in that green bower,
    The periwinkle trailed its wreaths;
    And ’tis my faith that every flower
    Enjoys the air it breathes.

    The birds around me hopped and played,
    Their thoughts I cannot measure:—
    But the least motion which they made
    It seemed a thrill of pleasure...



  24. flower poem
    Flower Poem


  25. A Welcome To Spring
    Poet: Mary Snell

    Cold winter is gone with his ice and his snow,
    And hushed are the rude winds that fiercely did blow,
    Fair spring has returned with her soft frequent gales,
    That steal o'er the mountains and sigh through the vales.

    How gladly we hail the return of the spring,
    Fair prospects, gay sunshine, her presence doth bring;
    The fields are arrayed in their verdure once more,
    Good bye to cold winter and rude tempests roar.

    The streamlets go singing and murmuring on,
    They seem to rejoice that the winter is gone;
    And nature has spread her soft carpet again
    Of emerald green over valley and plain.

    Away through the fields to the hill tops repair,
    In the bright rosy morning, and breathe the fresh air,
    And join with the birds in full chorus to greet
    The beautiful spring time so balmy and sweet.

    Fresh beauty is scattered profusely around,
    All nature springs into new life at a bound;
    The lambs skip and sport‌ in their frolicsome glee,
    The birds and the beasts seem as happy as we.

    The earth seems to smile and the sky looks so blue,
    We feel as if life was beginning anew;
    The aged and young all rejoice to behold
    The beautiful spring its rare treasures unfold.

    A voice softly whispers be grateful to God,
    Who pours out his blessings so freely abroad;
    Then gratitude flows from our hearts as we sing,
    And hail with delight the bright beautiful spring.



  26. Poems About God's Blessings
    Poems About God's Blessings


  27. The Lawyer's Invocation To Spring
    Poet: Henry Howard Brownell


    Whereas, on certain boughs and sprays
    Now divers birds are heard to sing,
    And sundry flowers their heads upraise.
    Hail to the coming on of Spring!

    The songs of those said birds arouse
    The memory of our youthful hours,
    As green as those said sprays and boughs.
    As fresh and sweet as those said flowers.

    The birds aforesaid - happy pairs -
    Love, 'mid the aforesaid boughs, inshrines
    In freehold nests; themselves their heirs,
    Administrators, and assigns.

    O busiest term of Cupid's Court,
    Where tender plaintiffs actions bring, -
    Season of frolic and of sport,
    Hail, as aforesaid, coming Spring!



  28. poems about birds
    Poems About Birds


  29. The Question
    Poet: Percy Bysske Shelley


    I dreamed that, as I wandered by the way,
    Bare winter suddenly was changed to spring,
    And gentle odors led my steps astray,
    Mixed with a sound of waters murmuring
    Along a shelving bank of turf, which lay
    Under a copse, and hardly dared to fling
    Its green arms round the bosom of the stream,
    But kissed it and then fled, as thou mightest in dream.

    There grew pied windflowers and violets,
    Daisies those pearled Arcturi of the earth.
    The constellated flower that never sets;
    Faint oxlips; tender bluebells, at whose birth
    The sod scarce heaved; and that tall flower that wets
    Its mother's face with heaven-collected tears,
    When the low wind, its playmate's voice, it hears.

    And in the warm hedge grew lush eglantine,
    Green cowbind and the moonlight coloured May,
    And cherry blossoms, and white cups, whose wine
    Was the bright dew yet drained not by the day;
    And wild roses, and ivy serpentine.
    With its dark buds and leaves, wandering astray;
    And flowers azure, black, and streaked with gold,
    Fairer than any wakened eyes behold.

    And nearer to the river's trembling edge
    There grew broad flag-flowers,purple prankt with white.
    And starry river buds among the sedge.
    And floating water-lilies broad and bright,
    Which lit the oak that over hung the hedge
    With moonlight-beams of their own watery light;
    And bulrushes and reeds of such deep green
    As soothed the dazzled eye with sober sheen.

    Methought that of these visionary flowers
    I made a nosegay, bound in such a way
    That the same hues, which in their natural bowers
    Were mingled or opposed, the like array
    Kept these imprisoned children of the Hours
    Within my hand — and then, elate and gay,
    I hastened to the spot whence I had come,
    That I might there present it! — O! to whom?



  30. Spring Has Come
    Poet: Oliver Wendell Holmes


    The sunbeams, lost for half a year,
    Slant through my pane their morning rays;
    For dry northwesters cold and clear.
    The east blows in its thin blue haze.

    And first the snowdrop's bells are seen.
    Then close against the sheltering wall
    The tulip's horn of dusky green,
    The peony's dark unfolding ball.

    The golden-chaliced crocus burns;
    The long narcissus-blades appear;
    The cone-beaked hyacinth returns
    To light her blue-flamed chandelier.

    The willow's whistling lashes, wrung
    By the wild winds of gusty March,
    With sallow leaflets lightly strung,
    Are swaying by the tufted larch.

    The elms have robed their slender spray,
    With full-blown flower and embryo leaf;
    Wide o'er the clasping arch of day
    Soars like a cloud their hoary chief.

    See the proud tulip's flaunting cup,
    That flames in glory for an hour, -
    Behold it withering, - then look up, -
    How meek the forest monarch's flower!

    When wake the violets. Winter dies;
    When sprout the elm-buds. Spring is near;
    When lilacs blossom, Summer cries
    "Bud, little roses! Spring is here!"

    The windows blush with fresh bouquets,
    Cut with the May-dew on their lips;
    The radish all its bloom displays,
    Pink as Aurora's finger-tips.

    Nor less the flood of light that showers
    On beauty's changed corolla-shades, -
    The walks are gay as bridal bowers
    With rows of many petalled maids.



  31. God's Garden Poem
    God's Garden Poem


  32. Spring Bugaboo
    Poet: MT


    Time drags by on leaden feet,
    Your points of thinking powers don’t meet.
    Your head sinks low upon your chest,
    You’d sell your soul to get some rest.
    Your eyes are dull, you stare in space,
    An obscure look spreads o’er your face
    No bright alert words come from you,
    Your gay remarks are all too few.
    In case you are wondering what’s the matter,
    Spring fever’s got you in a dather.



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    Poems About Time


  34. Beautiful Spring
    Poet: Daniel S. Warner


    Ah, gentle spring, thy balmy breeze,
    New chanting mid the budding trees,
    A glorious resurrection sings!
    And on thy soft, ethereal wings
    Sweet nectar from ten thousand flowers,
    That bloom in nature's happy bowers,
    Thou dost as holy incense bring
    To Him who sheds the beams of spring.

    Far in the South thy bloom appeared,
    And all our journey homeward cheered;
    A thousand miles in sweet embrace,
    We northward held an even race;
    Or if by starts we did outrun
    Thy even tenor from the sun,
    Erelong we blessed thy coming tread
    And quaffed the odors thou didst spread.

    O brightest, sweetest of the year!
    When all is vocal with thy cheer,
    Thy lily cups and roses red
    With us some tear-drops also shed.
    The cherry-trees, in shrouds of white,
    Bring back to mind a mournful sight -
    A coffined brother 'neath the bloom,
    Just ere they bore him to the tomb.

    Ah, yes, thou sweet, beguiling spring,
    Of thee my inmost heart would sing.
    "The time of love," all bards agree
    To sing- in merry notes to thee.
    Yea, such thou art, and happy they
    "Who walk in love's delightful day,
    Along the path thy flakes have strewn,
    And know indeed her constant boon.

    But what of him who walks alone,
    With past love fled and turned to stone?
    Shall not the springtide music's roll
    Mock withered joys and sting the soul?
    Not in the heart embalmed in love
    Transported from the worlds above,
    Nor seasons, no, nor else can bring
    Heart-aches where only God is King;
    That soul an endless spring enjoys
    Where life the will of God employs.
    He mid the fields of bliss may tread,
    And feast on joys that long have fled,
    By sacred memories' glowing trace
    More than the heart untouched by grace,
    Can drink from full fruition's stream,
    Or paint in fancy's wildest dream.

    O God! thou, art the life of spring,
    The Source of all the seasons bring,
    The soul of all the joys we know,
    The Fountain whence our pleasures flow.
    While nature wakes from winter's sleep,
    And gentle clouds effusive weep,
    We join creation's grateful lays,
    And celebrate our Maker's praise.



  35. Christian poems
    Christian Poems


  36. Spring
    Poet: Ebenezer Elliott


    Again the violet of our early days
    Drinks beauteous azure from the golden sun,
    And kindles into fragrance at his blaze;
    The streams, rejoiced that winter's work is done,
    Talk of tomorrow's cowslips, as they run.
    Wild apple, thou art blushing into bloom!
    Thy leaves are coming, snowy-blossomed thorn!
    Wake, buried lily! spirit, quit thy tomb!
    And thou shade-loving hyacinth, be born!
    Then, haste, sweet rose! sweet woodbine, hymn the morn,
    Whose dewdrops shall illume with pearly light
    Each grassy blade that thick embattled stands
    From sea to sea, while daisies infinite
    Uplift in praise their little glowing hands
    O'er every hill that under heaven expands.



  37. Nearly Ready
    Poet: Mary Mapes Dodge


    In the snowing and the blowing,
    In the cruel sleet,
    Little flowers begin their growing
    Far beneath our feet.
    Softly taps the Spring, and cheerly,
    "Darlings, are you here?"
    Till they answer, "We are nearly,
    Nearly ready, dear."

    "Where is Winter, with his snowing?
    Tell us, Spring," they say.
    Then she answers, "He is going,
    Going on his way.
    Poor old Winter does not love you;
    But his time is past;
    Soon my birds shall sing above you,
    Set you free at last."



  38. poems about snowflakes
    Poems About Snowflakes


  39. Spring Comes
    Poet: Anna K. Thomas


    She comes! she comes! the gentle spring
    With all her princely train!
    Her magic wands choice blessings bring
    Back to our hearts again.

    She comes! she comes! the gentle spring!
    Her swift approach we hear,
    And see her bright new life begin,
    Her graceful form appear.

    Her silv'ry voices, low and sweet,
    Enchant the heart and ear;
    In ev'ry nook her charms we meet,
    Her fragrant breath wafts near.

    We feel the touch of her kind hand,
    Her kisses pure and soft;
    She spreads her emerald robes o'er land
    Her tresses hang aloft.

    Oh, welcome! welcome, lovely spring!
    Thy tender smile we greet.
    Ten thousand bounties here you bring,
    And lay them at our feet!

    On ev'ry living shrub and tree
    You fling your verdure down;
    These, fondly draped, yield back to thee,
    Bequeathing thee a crown.

    Thou'rt lithe and beautiful and fair,
    The year's glad queen and good,
    Bedecked with glories, rich and rare
    Thy blushing maidenhood.

    Thy Maker calls thee forth at will
    Away from southern haunts,
    And bids thee his good pleasure fill;
    His laws on thee he plants.

    O Spring-tide! child of peace and love,
    From Father's bosom sent,
    We drink thy joys drawn from above,
    And breathe thy life thus lent.



  40. quotes about the seasons
    Quotes About The Seasons


  41. Of Joy and Health
    Poet: Unknown


    Fast, so fast for you he's flying, -
    One small bird I know,
    Gathering from the Spring-time woodland
    Wishes, where they grow.

    This whole green earth of Spring is God's embodied wish for man.
    The glad green earth holds her sparkling cup; -
    May thine be a brimming measure,
    Of joy and health, mayhap of wealth
    And every cherished treasure!



  42. Short Poems About Spring

  43. Sweet May hath come to love us,
    Flowers, trees, their blossoms don;
    And through the blue heavens above us
    The very clouds move on.
    Heinrich Heine



  44. Spring forever appears
    the soothing music part
    of lyrics unspoken.
    It thaws the frozen fears,
    mends the wounded heart
    that Winter has broken.
    Aarno Davidson



  45. The naked earth is warm with Spring, And with green grass and bursting trees Leans to the sun's kiss glorying, And quivers in the sunny breeze. Julian Grenfell
    Spring Quotes


  46. The year's at the spring,
    And day's at the morn;
    Morning's at seven;
    The hill-side's dew-pearled;
    The lark's on the wing;
    The snail's on the thorn;
    God's in his Heaven -
    All's right with the world!
    Robert Browning



  47. I've banished Winter, saith the Spring,
    Awake! arise, ye flowers!
    Brisk breezes blow,
    Bright sunshine glow,
    And rouse the young Year's powers.
    Henry James Slack

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