Poetry contest

Poetry competition highlights 10 children’s poems about spring

10 original poems were chosen from nearly 350 children submitted to the KidsPost Poetry Contest.

(Illustrations by Natalia Cardona Puerta for the Washington Post)

A year after asking readers to think about the coronavirus pandemic for KidsPost’s annual poetry contest, we’ve decided a more uplifting theme is in order this year. So we asked kids ages 6-14 to help us mark National Poetry Month 2022 by writing quirky short poems about spring. The authors of the approximately 350 poems we received focused on images, emotions and experiences. Some poems were laser-focused; others were large, like written landscape paintings. Many expressed hope and joy, but some expressed disappointment and annoyance (we hear you allergy sufferers). Their creativity and well-chosen words delighted the judges, who selected 10 poems to highlight. These poets will receive a prize package including “Out of Wonder: Poems Celebrating Poets” by Kwame Alexander or “Jabberwalking” by Juan Felipe Herrera. We hope the verses posted here will inspire other readers to express themselves – about spring or any other subject – through the art of poetry.

While winter sneers at the edge of the Earth

Spring crawls behind him

Interrupt an ice kick

“Make room for the herbs to grow!”

Water the seeds in the ground

While the sun and the water toil

Forcing the winter snow away

“Come back to freeze another day!”

Twirl with her little dance

Continuing, she does a prance

Free the greenery from the snow

And grow tiny sprouts.

Now the flowers are growing tall.

“Come my friends, I say, get up!

After the windy days of winter

It’s finally time for us to play!

— Noah Xia, 9, Fort Lee, New Jersey

I roost from dusk till dawn in the calm and silent tree

Then tweet to fend off the rivalry.

Head under wing, bright blue wing.

Has gone through the year.

— Holly Scott, 10, Fairfax Station, Virginia

People always say spring is the best

Since they can’t wait to escape their warm winter vest.

But I know the truth, yes I say it with ease:

“Spring is the wor-” but he is interrupted by a sneeze!

The room fills with a chorus of “bless you”,

Yet that feeling of congestion still leaves me quite blue.

I’m at the mercy of spring to do what it pleases,

Oh, damn you, Spring, for giving me allergies!

— Zadie Maness, 13, Charlottesville, Virginia

Now peeking from the ashes

A song begins with a note

May be the germination of good

May March be a walk for our future

May spring bring revival

Let’s be the seeds of the song

The sprout that started a forest

Let it spread like a mighty wave

— Emerson Miller Gabriel, 10, Washington, D.C.

The end of all our worries

The end of all the harshness

Closing the darkness

Why do we use this analogy?

To set us in motion

Create new notions of our world

Lying to ourselves, with all our might

Watch the birds take flight

And spring is that virtuous adventure

And spring help this light

What does spring mean to me?

—Alice Frank, 11, New York, New York

would be like sunlight outside.

It would be chaos in the house.

the ocean was waving and saying hello.

there would be music in the park

and it would be a spring Saturday night.

The birds were chirping and my body was filled with happiness.

—Gerome Wood, 11, Washington, D.C.

Plants killed by winter are now resurrected

It’s easy to believe that the world is getting so much happier,

See the animals all together.

When the sun shines on it,

The beauty of the world is evident.

Yet the time I spend outside

Admire the world on my used bike

Reminds me that I still have time to be young.

— Olayinka Osinowo, 14, Glassboro, New Jersey

in the life of a dandelion?

I don’t know what memories

the dandelion might have,

like when I was at Disney.

and sometimes the little moments

are bigger than anything else.

— Finn Howard, 11, Alexandria, Virginia

The mischief of spring

For all that is extraordinary

Extraordinary things happen so often

Spring comes like a thief

But gradual introductions

—Redeat Yiesak, 12, Silver Spring, Maryland

Blurred lines, daffodils,

One morning the clouds fill the sky,

And the rain pours down from above the next.

From shorts to pants to skirts and back again.

Spring can’t make up its mind,

Straddling winter and summer.

Spring tries to be its own season,

His own personality, distinct traits.

No matter how hard he tries,

Controlled by other forces,

The melting of glaciers and deforestation.

Oblivion will catch up with him.

—Elizabeth Cook, 13, Charlottesville