March’s Whimsical Waltz In March, when the snows start to melt,And overcoats are no longer felt,The daffodils dare to bloom,While breezes dispel winter’s gloom.The leprechauns dance with a smirk,Hiding their gold, those cheeky jerks.With tricks up sleeves and pots of gold,They’re bold and brash, and oh, so bold!Spring peeks around, a shy newcomer,As winter retreats,…
Winter,Cold, Frigid,Sleeping, Freezing, Silencing,Mountains, Winds, Buds, Streams,Thawing, Warming, Awakening,Vibrant, Renewed,Spring.March,Crisp, Fading,Chilling, Shifting, Yielding,Storms, Nights, Days, Rays,Warming, Growing, Awakening,Bright, New,April. Meaning “End of March” is a diamante poem that captures the transition from the cold, quiet days of winter to the warm, alive emergence of spring, with March serving as the pivot point. The structure reflects…
March’s Silly Dance March comes in, on tiptoes light,Wearing clouds, fluffy and bright.Sometimes sun, sometimes rain,March can’t make up its brain!Ducks in puddles, quack in choir,Worms pop up, to mud aspire.Flowers giggle, in the breeze,Trees play tag, with busy bees.Snow might visit, just to wave,Then it’s off, March can’t behave.Coats on, off, then on again,March’s…
March chills, sky wide,First steps by mother’s side.Frost fields, winter’s spell,New life, warmth’s swell.Coat soft, shield from cold,Eyes wonder, world bold.Promise in the air, change to hold,Life’s tale, in gentle cold, told.Unsteady steps, explore and learn,Under herd’s eyes, safety’s return.Earth thaws, paths form,Renewal’s cycle, life’s norm.Days pass, chill fades,Calf strong, in sun and shades.Season’s symbol,…
Winter,Cold, Quiet,Sleeping, Silencing, Shrouding,Mountains, Breath, Hope, Sun,Melting, Warming, Reviving,Bright, Alive,Spring.Snow,White, Pure,Falling, Covering, Calming,Blanket, Dream, Stir, Growth,Thawing, Awakening, Flourishing,Green, Renewed,Flowers.Night,Silent, Dark,Resting, Dreaming, Waiting,Stars, Moon, Dawn, Light,Breaking, Shining, Promising,Bright, New,Day. Meaning “March Snow” explores the transitional essence of March, a bridge between the cold, dormant winter and the vibrant, life-filled spring. Through the structure of multiple diamantes,…
March’s Silly Parade March brings rain,But no pain.Cats in coats,Chasing boats.Frogs with glasses,Jumping in masses.Ducks in hats,Avoiding cats.Raindrops fall,Fun for all.March’s parade,A joyful charade. Meaning This poem turns March’s unpredictable weather into a whimsical celebration, depicting animals engaging in humorous antics. It imagines cats wearing raincoats, frogs donning sunglasses, and ducks sporting polka-dotted hats, all…
The March Parade In March, skies clear and bright,Days stretch into the night.A parade begins, colors bold,Telling of warmth after cold.Trees whisper green, unfurl,Buds blossom, flags twirl.Birds chirp in jubilant sound,Welcoming life from the ground.Wind weaves through the air,Carrying flowers’ scents fair.Clouds dance in blue expanse,Inviting the sun to the dance.Fields dress in finest attire,Daisies…
March steps lightly, winter’s breath gone,A painter of green, sky’s endless dawn.Its arrival quiet, no grand display,Light shifts subtly, stretching each day.Bare branches hint at life anew,Shadows dance on dew-wet pavement.Crisp air carries promise of renewal,March reshapes the usual in silence.In gardens where snow once laid,Sprouts of hope push through, unnamed.March’s hand guides with care,Marking…
March Hare,carved from awakening earth,bounds across the thresholdwhere winter wanes and spring whispers.In dawn’s quiet,its silhouette flickers —a phantom in frost,an echo of thawing hearts.It moves with streams’ urgency,a burst of life in slumbering fields,where snow remnantslie in defeat.Eyes bright with earth’s secrets,scan the horizon —a testament to survival,resilience woven into being.March Hare,in solitary dance,embodies…
On March 25th, under Mediterranean skies bright,Greece awoke in spring’s light.From despair and centuries of night,The Hellenes claimed their right.With Sparta’s spirit, Athens’ wisdom vast,Their resolve unsurpassed.Ottoman chains, heavy and cold,Could not hold the Greek heart, brave and bold.Through valleys and mountains, the call rang,For freedom, for justice, church bells sang.Olive groves whispered, the Aegean…
