A Call for Poetic Blooms
April is National Poetry Month, a time when we celebrate the beauty, creativity, and power of poetry. As the world awakens to the vibrant colors and fresh scents of spring, it’s the perfect moment for poets to let their words bloom. To honor this special month, we invite you to participate in our poetry contest, where your words can shine and inspire others.
Poetry Contest: Let Your Words Bloom
We want to hear your poems! In the spirit of National Poetry Month, we’re inviting poets of all levels to share their work in the comments section below. To enter, simply start your poem with the line,
“It’s springtime for my words to bloom.”
From there, let your imagination take flight and create a piece that reflects the beauty and renewal of spring, the power of poetry, or any theme that resonates with you.
How to Enter
- Step 1: Write a poem that begins with the line, “It’s springtime for my words to bloom.”
- Step 2: Post your poem in the comments box below this blog post.
- Step 3: Share this blog post with your friends and ask them to vote for your poem by liking your comment.
How the Contest Works
- The contest, and voting closes on April 30th.
- Our editorial team will select three winners based on the creativity, originality, and impact of their poems.
- Additionally, the three poets with the most likes on their comments will also be chosen as winners.
- Winners will be announced on May 4th.
Prizes and Recognition
Winners will receive special recognition in form of an e-certificate from WriteFluence.
Get Involved and Share the Love of Poetry
We encourage you to share this blog post with your friends, family, and fellow poets. The more people who participate, the richer and more vibrant our community of poets will become.
By voting for your favorite poems, you help us celebrate the talent and creativity of poets from all walks of life.
National Poetry Month is a time to embrace the magic of words and the beauty of expression. Whether you’re an established poet or just starting to explore the world of poetry, we invite you to join our contest and let your words bloom. Write your poem, share it with us, and watch your creativity flourish in the company of other passionate poets. We can’t wait to read your entries and celebrate the winners!
So, get writing, and remember: it’s springtime for your words to bloom!
WriteFluence 
53 responses to “Celebrating National Poetry Month”
It’s springtime for my words to bloom
These words that were hibernating
Refusing to move
Lying in wait passively
Avoiding winter’s frosty gaze
My words now dance joyously
Springtime has truly arrived
They tease me with their playfulness
Mimicking spring’s cheerful ways
So I do as they ask
I write them down
They flow slowly at first
Then they gush
Oh springtime you beauty
See what you’ve done?
My words, oh my words
They are finally here!!
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Snehal Amembal
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It’s springtime for my words to bloom,
From ashes, into ashen caresses of the soul
Whispered from trembling lips into a lover’s ear,
Languid in the crumpling sheets of dawn and sense
Or the lyrical consonance of a shared smile,
Between a new mother and her whole world
Nestling in the crook of her arm
This spring the fallowed fields of youth
Sortie to change an unchangeable order,
Frothing with truculent arsenal of dissent
For an elegiac idea or an ideal
Take note of the breath between the two
Words on screens morph into wasps
Stinging the sentient into inflamed patrons
They assure you of their florescence.
These words with changeling flexure
But you know from an ancient warning.
Like a spell incantated into your bones,
They are more perilous than a sword.
If only they were as tender as the buds of spring
I would tend their seeds with venerated offerings.
Of unshed tears, unspent love, and unrealised dreams
But they are a brass lamp with a temperamental genie inside
And who knows what will happen if you let it free?
Salmah Ahmed
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Its spring time for my words to bloom
Just like the new beginning to
Accept my flaws,
Ignore my triggers,
Embrace my glorious self!
To enliven my forgotten palette
With shades of mysterious hues
And indulge in being,
Spring forth to renew, share and connect.
Aparna Arvind
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LOVELY & LIVING LIFE
By Haimanti Dutta Ray
It’s springtime for my words to bloom
I rejoice as I revel in my merry gloom.
Time for spring means blooming flowers
Trees burst forth as Mother Nature empowers
Them, to add color to the landscape
We wonder at the miracle, sucking upon a grape.
I write, giving vent to emotions
That lie hidden under veneer of machinations
To appease my soul, something beyond ambit of lotions,
As readers, you’ll decipher my connotations.
Spring is the best time for both humans and plants
For its’ only then, that both engage in a heavenly dance –
It’s the season when God bestows his empathetic glance
He corrects Nature when the latter plays errant.
We empower our souls with words from the poet:
“If winter comes, can spring be far behind?”
This line of verse, entombs Life in noble epithet
Life becomes greener, full of joy of a healthier kind.
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Nice one aparna
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A Pessimist’s Spring
It’s springtime for my words to bloom,
Feelings flutter in my restless heart,
And thoughts take shape, elongate and loom,
Like skyscrapers tearing the sky apart.
I am a building, every memory a room,
That houses the flowers that fell into gloom.
Decay does not smell like death,
Which is pristine and and white and plain,
It has a stench of rotting filth,
And to the eye is a study in pain.
Watch the petals shrink and wither,
And drop heavily, gravity discovered.
See the stiffness after brief slither,
As the insides are slowly uncovered.
There’s no way out, no spring at all,
But cold foreboding of hastening fall.
And what is Pessimism to do,
As the heavy darkness gathers?
But bring into the gathering blue,
Long buried and forgotten fears?
©Sanjay Balachandran, April 2024.
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beautiful..
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Last line was a killer
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My Rainbow Garden In Spring
– Anita Sabat
It’s springtime for my words to bloom;
As seeds germinate, my words discover room.
Words rise confidently while fixing magical roots,
Emerging from darkness to sun like new shoots.
A bold opportunity to make an impact & impression,
My creativity soars as my thoughts find expression.
Ideas translate effortlessly as my pen glides & I share-
Words like a kaleidoscope of love & beauty that’s rare.
Gifting inspiration, positivity, peace, goodness & bliss,
Hearty words mesmerise, uplift, protect & fulfil my wish.
In universe’s vast space, I lose a sense of time & place.
Spring is grace; like butterflies, to my dreams I chase!
Like a night sky with stars, my garden is cool & bright.
As I transition & metamorphose, there’s brilliance & light.
Words garden presents an experience beyond compare!
Decorated are my words; proud of richness everywhere!
My words are fruits & flowers; I treasure them like gold!
Words make my world; I own my rainbow & pot of gold!
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That’s a lovely poem, Anita.
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Well composed
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Spring , the symbol of survival.
It’s springtime for my words to bloom,
As my soul wakes up from autumn’s gloom,
It’s springtime for my thoughts to rejuvenate,
As I came out of melancholy to contemplate.
It’s springtime for my eyes to behold,
As the misty night gives way to the colorful dawn,
It’s time for me to hear the melodious symphony,
When cacophonies of life turn into a mellifluous melody.
It’s springtime for my life to become vibrant,
As it has traveled through troubles and turmoil.
It’s time for me to think positive,
As I have passed through the tunnel of negativity.
It’s springtime for me to accept the law of nature,
Nothing is permanent except change.
It’s time for me to renew faith in the sustenance and revival
For , if winter comes , can spring be far behind?
– © Saraswathi Suram
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Beautifully Composed
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wonderfully expressed
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wonderful expressed 🤌🏻🤍
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Spring is symbolically described.
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well begins is half done.
Good luck mam
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Excellent optimistic poem. Congratulations Saraswathi Madam.
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Beautiful Composition
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Really wonderful, the depth of the sentences showing how passionate you are on these things.
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beautiful poem
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Spring….😊 Described well👍
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keep writing nice poems in future.
beautifully penned down
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Thrilling, trilling spring time feeling
by Bohumila OTTOVÁ
It’s spring time for my words to bloom
To shed the cold, to shed the gloom
To open heart and arms to love
To let in the warmth from above
It’s spring time for my words to fly
And dance like petals in the sky
Hope, grace, love, do you feel them all?
Take it in. Stand proud and tall.
It’s spring time for my words to dance
Filled with joy for a renewed chance
Your song’s light like a breeze’s touch
Oh I love spring, so very much!
It’s spring time for my words to grow
So close your eyes and take it slow
Feel the swing of a blade of grass
Breathe in life, as long as it lasts.
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wonderful expressed 🤌🏻🤍
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Thank you 😊
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Thank you. 😊
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Lovely 🩷
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Thank you. ☺️
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I will take it in, standing proud and tall!
love it:)
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Spring is the season of survival.
It’s springtime for my words to bloom,
As my soul wakes up from winter’s gloom,
It’s springtime for my thoughts to rejuvenate,
As I came out of melancholy to contemplate.
It’s springtime for my eyes to behold,
As the misty night gives way to the colorful dawn,
It’s time for me to hear the melodious symphony,
When cacophonies of life turn into a mellifluous melody.
It’s springtime for my life to become vibrant,
As it has traveled through troubles and turmoil.
It’s time for me to think positive,
As I have passed through the tunnel of negativity.
It’s springtime for me to accept the law of nature,
Nothing is permanent except change.
It’s time for me to renew faith in the sustenance and revival
For , if winter comes , can spring be far behind?
– © Saraswathi Suram
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Beautifully Composed!!
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truely touching
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really powerful 🙏
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Captivating lines!!
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Optimistic…..Hopeful…..Acceptance to reality
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meaningful poem
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Unique expression
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very (powerful) message is given
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Awesome and it’s close to reality…
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Nicely enacted
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really powerful
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the beauty of spring is symbolically narrated!!!
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very much relatable to the human life in present world
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universal truths are expressed in simple words.
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keep writing poems. Beautiful poem
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Unique
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ETERNAL SPRING
– Anuraag Burman
It’s springtime for my words to bloom
And dance through this abyss of gloom
These never ending lies that loom
Working hard securing my doom
Till one fine day I will fume
When my illusions surpass me zoom
Hurling dust in my eyes Vroom Vroom
I’ll wake up don’t know for whom
This mystery of sorrow will resume
I’ll sort out life in my private room
Embrace death like a bride does a groom
I’d ride on it as a witch a broom
And Disappear with a silent boom
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Wonderful! I didn’t know of this talent of yours. Develop this talent further. Let the Poet in you take wings and soar high. Keep on writing.
Happy National Poetry Month.
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Super
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super boyo
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