See my dad was Jamaican told me everything was irie/If life is late giving you blossoms it’s because gardening you a field of ivies/So just smile and I know a lot of patience comes with that/See life will give you L’s but it’s about the comeback/But I’m tough for her I love her, life’s a
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An Ode to Spring by MarKayla Clements (2022 April Poetry Contest: 2nd Place Poem for Prompt 1 – Spring)
To the roses in full bloom on Second Ave- I’ve missed you This winter has not been kind to me It’s cold has lingered in these bones for too long I’m so glad the spring rain has brought you here to me To the window daisies that dance to the buzzing song of the bees Your
Primavera Imperatives by Molly Stover (2022 April Poetry Contest: 1st Place Poem for Prompt 1 – Spring)
Wear the worn ones that are well-loved and grass-stained. Care for the worms as the rains have left them unearthed. Be gentle with all but the mud as you reacquaint yourself with a long-awaited rebirth. Remember the guileless child with eyes wonder-wide. Listen to the new birds sing days-old, age-old songs. Turn your face to