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National Poetry Month Community Project Posts

Spring Has Come Once More

by Sophia Arredondo, 2021

The birds chirp with glee

As the sun rises from below.

Their nest deep inside the tree

Where they watch the flowers grow.

This isn’t any normal day,

For it’s the first day of Spring.

The rain has gone away

And the birds begin to sing.

They hum a little tune

To wake the world up.

And nature begins to bloom

While the dog has her little pup.

Soft colors paint the sky,

The sun in everyone’s view,

And the birds begin to fly

With the wind as it blew.

All the animals crawl out

From the confined space they hid in before.

They all watch the butterflies soar.

For spring has come once more.

Ode to the Sky

Anonymous, 2021

Dear Sky,

You are full of endless possibilities.

Filled with billions of things,

The Sun,

the Moon,

the Stars,

You are glorious and I thank you.

You’re home to the sunrise and sunset,

And without you,

Nothing would be the same.

You shine and hold the light,

You, the sky, are like heaven.

Even with striking lightning and roaring thunder,

You remain beautiful and majestic.

Dear Sky,

You are a never ending fascination.

You are a waterfall,

Everlasting, unstoppable, and complete.

As planes go by,

And birds fly,

I will always look up at you, the sky.

Anonymous

Grateful

by Yvette Malavet-Blum, 2021

I am grateful for the artists who inspires me to write
For the poet who ends her stanza with words of love
For Bruce who walks and talks and moves in poetry and song
Adele who reminds me that growing older makes a person reckless
For the spirit of my son who reaches into my heart and reminds me of my ability to create
And the song that emerges from my mind swinging and moving into being
I am grateful for the artists who paints and leaves me breathless
For the day that I can walk into a museum and find myself inside an artist’s brush work
I am grateful for the love that keeps me breathing and living and singing and moving
And honoring my passion
And recognizing that it is truly mine
My song
My dreams
My love story
My life
My time on earth
My touch so unique and special that I can touch another soul and feel it tremble
Someone of like mind like Bruce and Adele
Thank you for the artists that writes with beauty and leaving me
Writing
About Gratitude

My Sunshine

by A.K., 2021

Mom,
You are the light to my heart,
which makes you so smart.
You help me with every problem,
just to make me solve them.
You are the rose to my garden,
so shiny and bright.
I love you,
with all of my might.

Words

by Holly Grieve, 2021

Ways to capture feelings, opinions, wistful or delightful thoughts into one.
Which can describe beautiful tulips blooming at dawn then day. The core of sweet songs, and meaningful advice.
But now only seems like threats, insults, and pleads. How could words be a simple sound for one.
But an inconsiderate offense in the eyes of another?
Nothing but a joke people say.
Until you’re the one holding everything inside.
Holding in so many feelings and thoughts of all kinds. That you cannot even put into words.
It feels like you’re holding your breath until everything is about to burst. Until you realize you are actually holding your breath.
To stop the noises you are making. That this time is not words but whimpers.
As sobs rip through your lips.
A wave of realization shocks through you.
Insults are to feelings as what a knife is to skin. Maybe you cannot control other people’s words.
But you have full control over your own. Words can be used as an ambush.
Or can be used as a defense. The choice is yours.

Friends

by Julian Pingo, 2021

Friends
Friends are supposed to be close
They’re supposed to care for each other
They’re supposed to
They’re supposed to
They’re supposed to
I’m sorry that I’ve been this way to you
That I haven’t been much help to you
That you give me more than I deserve
That I don’t really care that you’re hurt
That you’ve been working yourself into the dirt
But I don’t deserve it
I call you my friend, but do I really care?
Even a little bit?
Are we really that close?
Am I cruel?
What do I do?
They’re supposed to
They’re supposed to
They’re supposed to
But what am I supposed to do?

First Tulip

by Anne Kelly-Edmunds, 2021

A hint of yellow runs
upward like a seam,
promises to rent
the tight fabric
of thick verdant protection
against spring’s fickle days
and chilly nights.
Soon, petals that glow
like noontime sunshine
will unfold upward,
open to cup a star
of six jet-black pistils
surrounding the white-gold
gift of stamen.

Chance of Snow

by Alison Quinn, 2021

Just the tip
of a snowfall
as it chances to land
on a grassy moment.
Cavorting,
it points to doorways
and skips around the hours.
Like a gentle javelin,
it aims softly for our daydreams.
We have no choice
but to be targets, pleased.

Rebirth

Anonymous, 2021

 

Nature, it’s a beautiful thing
it’s as peaceful as yoga it’s as crazy as cirus
at first it could be booming, and blustering and then be calm, and cool
when able to make the birds chirp when able to make the sky blue
is able to make the intense booming thunder is able to make the same bright sky cry as rain
that’s just nature
that’s just what nature wants to do.

Snow Shadow

by Emma Elgut, 2021

Does it make a shadow when it falls?
Or perhaps it makes no shadow at all.

Does it whisper to the trees,
telling the bees that spring is at its knees,
rising as it please.

Where does it come from?
Why does it fall?
When nobody asked for any snow at all.