Poem help.?

Question

i LOVE poems and i was wonderin' if anyone had a poem on spring,summer,or fall. THZ ALOT/.

Answer 1

uhh i'll write one now

the seasons come and go like moodswings

alone and cold in January

melting from sadness in Febuary

things dry up by March

teardrops splash in April

and die away in May

felling kinda warm by June

hot with anger in July

my heart beats like the heat waves of August

i start to get worry in September

I head back into the darkness of October

Frozen cold in sadness by November

at the peak of death by December

so when are the seasons happy?



is that what u mean (lol idk what that is hope u like it)

Answer 2

you should do your own work, sorry!!

Answer 3

Last november

By: Thomas H Hopkins

In my memorys of the days gone

I remember the sweet songs

joy,love and tender kiss

moments that I miss

yesterday has gone away

memorys they fade

I remember last November

when the weather changed so fast

I remember last November

the weather dosn't last

Answer 4

Here all a few Spring poems, by da way, i luv urr screenname-Selena Gomez, luv her

Spring

Robert McCracken

Today is the day when bold kites fly,

When cumulus clouds roar across the sky.

When robins return, when children cheer,

When light rain beckons spring to appear.

Today is the day when daffodils bloom,

Which children pick to fill the room,

Today is the day when grasses green,

When leaves burst forth for spring to be seen.

Blow-Up

X. J. Kennedy

Our cherry tree

Unfolds whole loads

Of pink-white bloom -

It just explodes.

For three short days

Its petals last.

Oh, what a waste.

But what a blast.

It's Time for Spring

Bobbi Katz

My sweater's tight and itchy.

My snow pants are too small.

Last week I lost a mitten.

I can't find my scarf at all!

My woolen socks have lost their toes.

My boots have lost their tread.

And I have lost the love I had

For words like "skis" and "sled"!

But . . . my fishing rod still fits.

And . . . my baseball bat still hits.

I have a kite that wants to fly.

So . . . winter, call it quits!

Blue-Sky Morning

Adelaide B. Shaw

It's a blue-sky morning

With a wind that blowing fair.

It's a blossom-blowing morning.

There are springbuds in the air.

It's a gold-sky morning

With a sun that's blazing bright.

It's an eye-blinking morning.

There's a blaring brilliant light.

Spring

Karla Kuskin

I'm shouting

I'm singing

I'm swinging through trees

I'm winging sky-high

With the buzzing black bees.

I'm the sun

I'm the moon

I'm the dew on the rose.

I'm a rabbit

Whose habit

Is twitching his nose.

I'm lively

I'm lovely

I'm kicking my heels.

I'm crying "Come dance"

To the freshwater eels.

I'm racing through meadows

Without any coat

I'm a gamboling lamb

I'm a light leaping goat

I'm a bud

I'm a bloom

I'm a dove on the wing.

I'm running on rofftops

And welcoming spring!

Spring Again

Karla Kuskin

Spring again

Spring again

Spring again

Isn't it?

Buds on the branches

A breeze in the blue

And me without mittens

My sweater unbuttoned

A spring full of things

All before me to do.

Smells

Kathryn Worth

Through all the frozen winter

My nose has grown most lonely

For lovely, lovely, colored smells

That come in springtime only.

The purple smell of lilacs,

The yellow smell that blows

Across the air of meadows

Where bright forsythia grows.

The tall pink smell of peach trees,

The low white smell of clover,

And everywhere the great green smell

Of grass the whole world over.

The Call of Spring

Norman Schlichter

When spring begins

Again to light

Our happy world

With colors bright,

The robins all come

Back to see

How beautiful

The earth will be,

With crocus gold,

And daffodils

Lighting meadows,

Fields, and hills;

With leaves of green

And tulips g*y,

And birds arriving

Every day.

When

Dorothy Aldis

In February there are days,

Blue, and nearly warm,

When horses switch their tails and ducks

Go quacking through the farm.

When everything turns round to full

The sun upon its back -

When winter lifts a little bit

And spring peeks through the crack.