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Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

Red Roses Fade To Black

Red velvet petals, only I, seduce,
With hidden danger under the disguise,
My fingers feeling shyly, I reduce,
Thorns sharpen, ready, waiting the unwise.

Before me, bleeding poison, I assume,
This flower withered, shriveled the entire,
A dark extracted substance, the perfume,
No beauty, only sorrow, I admire.

Withdrawn I wept lamenting the depart,
A rosebud, crimson, youthful, I erased,
A lifeless flower, never I impart,
nor taken with affection, I embraced.

Written by Kelly Deschler  October 23rd, 2014

Copyright © Kelly Deschler

Details | Personification | |

The Little Flower

               In the same garden, side by side, two flowers began to bloom,
               One, small and fragile, knew her life would be over soon.
               The other, a boisterous rose, felt far superior to her friend
               For she knew that she would live to see the stars and moon   
               Straight through to summer's end.
               The little flower did not have the heart to tell her 
               That longevity can bring pain,
               For who would be there to protect her from the elements, 
               The blistering sun and numbing rain.
               Or perhaps an overzealous lad would clasp her in his grip
               And pluck her petals one by one just for the fun of it. 

               And as the rose rambled on and on about all the delights she'd see
               The little flower closed her eyes to dream contentedly.

Copyright © Beverly Crespo

Details | Rhyme | |

Goodbye, My Child

Where cradled canyons sing
Of ebony wood in the forest
There lies a gurgling spring
Where cockcrows sing their chorus
To the melody of singsong birds
There I’ve concealed my sensuous words
Filled with befitted signs
The saccharine whiff of my designs

Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found

Where the fogs of night are fountains
Spills of glistened moon ignite
By distant silhouette mountains
We dance with passion of fight
Entwining ancient stance 
Mingling hand in hand we dance
Till the mountains smile on high
Near and far we spring
To pursue the realest of dreams
While the world cries at its seams
Anxious in trouble to cling

Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found

To where the ridges merry make 
From the beaks of wooden bright
In sparkly pools the ghouls awake
That scarce to stir our night
We watch for seekers down under
Muttering secrets in their soul
We bid them lucks of shivers
Dipping gently in
From reeds that hide a tear of a foal
Under the gentle rivers

Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found

Far away she shall ever churn
The taciturn eyed
She’ll listen no more to turn
To the working mills beside
Or the scrubbing of the barn
May peace weave in her song
She shall wave in the yarn
To a haven known as Belong  

Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found

For she comes, the mortal youth
To the wild realm of her truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only her tears be found

Copyright © Laura Breidenthal

Details | Sonnet | |

Death of a Flower

Down on row and pit and mortal flower
  The undertaker's men stood grave and bier;
And brave stoic death fills the living hour
  For ever more a day, a week, a year...
Where bathed in shafts of exalted light toll
  The bells of Mass and vigil in Greenhithe,
When in bound clay an immovable dole
  Grimly hung the shadows in hood and scythe;
Yet I upon this ploughed earth sullen gaze
  And hearken in the blooms the winds of death!
What sting its pierce to a full end of days
  That dares to breathe on me its cankered breath.
Withered is the bud and brief flower shed,
Yet for a time its beauty shone outspread.


                     July 1995

Copyright © Keith Trestrail

Details | Free verse | |

Seasons of Life and Death

Under the care of sun and rain
My leaves have unfurled
My buds have burst forth
My own will has been done
This was my beginning
Through the seasons
Spring brought me to life
Summer grew me to new heights
The fall must come sometime
The frost will encase my barbs
And I will return to meditation
Waiting patiently for my rebirth
For your light to peek through clouds
Your moon to hold me within night
When spring returns...
I will dance in the wind
A never ending flower

Copyright © Sam Beloved

Details | Tanka | |

a silent welcoming

she welcomed death peacefully, in her sleep... her flowers don't seem to know inviting guests to the yard
For Andrea's Tanka 2 contest 3/16/15

Copyright © Carrie Richards

Details | Sonnet | |

Abandoned Flowers

Abandoned Flowers

Abandoned flowers placed against the wall,
stems bent and twisted, limp and on display.
In long, straight row they line the gloomy hall—
these wilted gems, drooped down, no role to play.
Some flowers with their blossoms barely raised
and others hang on weakened stems so low.
In varied ways, their languishing is phased—
decaying flowers lined up in a row.

Abandoned flowers there against the wall,
their colors dull and dry like winter grass—
What once stood straight now lies in wilted sprawl.
They stab the heart of visitors who pass—

Abandoned with no sunshine in their skies—
in worn wheeled chairs, await their slow demise.

Sandra M. Haight

Contest: Dark & Twisted #2
Sponsor: Nathan D.
Judged: 11/09/2015

Copyright © Sandra Haight

Details | Elegy | |

Death In September

The flower face of the sun bloomed on you;
the corona of light

easing the passage, caressing you.
Catwalking on the bright side of life;

the false jollity, aching to laugh.
Embraces, your body in a bowl of arms,

brave waves, the last goodbye.
My own desperate clutching, as if

I were a tree sucking at the sky.
The delicate frosting on my birthday cake -

a sugary irony.
How quickly the coronal of anniversary flowers

became a wreath.
Choking on the three hundred miles

to your resting place,
the car eating the road.

Tension-riddled, the family squabbles
snapped at the air.

Alone in the pristine, starched hotel room,
propped between pillow and sheet,

stiff as rigor mortis,
my eyes ploughing a newspaper,

thoughts turned introvert and febrile.
A white envelope holding the small silver gift

of your necklace, an oyster cradling its pearl.
Your gold ring playing its warmth

on my finger, thin and white,
the September sun shining in it.

A passion flower clinging to its wire hoop,
sweating out the fragrance of late summer.

Defiant and slightly shocking in my bright patchwork skirt;
a vibrant rainbow flying in the black leer of the cortege.

Your husband
easing the great weight of his grief with Valium.

The voice of the vicar carrying,
stentorian, across the echoing expanse of church.

In your diaphanous dress you were a bride
displaying your bouquet -

the mourning arum's white head bowed.
Fine linen shrouding the table, pink curls of salmon,

water glasses floating their tiny icebergs.
Plumbing the depths of your wardrobe,

the outfits hanging limp as fish.
The room gasping in late sunlight,

heady with your Florentyna perfume and oxygen cylinders,
the light lying glassy and quiet.

Your loving memorabilia yielding to damp autumn earth.
My eyes opening to your immortality.  An immortal truth.

Copyright © Charlotte Jade Puddifoot

Details | Free verse | |

The Color Missing

The Color Missing
Red, black, and blue are the colors of our work pens. Red is the color of the blood we spill on other people’s mistakes.  Blue is the color of the songs we sing on tax forms or pay stubs- every page has a secret melody. Black is the color of the streets we fear most. Black is the color of our signature of approval. Black is the color of our death.

‘But what about the Green pens?’ I ask. They say ‘the ink is too hard to see.’

Copyright © Jacob Reinhardt

Details | List | |

Qualities of Health Engendering Women

They see strengths
Not the limitations
These are people who will make you proud of yourself
They will tell you why you’re special
Trust you to the point you have to answer their expectations
They make you better than you normally are
You can be proud of yourself
They respect you 
For what you’ve done
Where you’ve come from
They see what you’ve experienced something real
Respect you for your courage
They live by their rules
They do not expect you to follow theirs
They are at peace to themselves
They are not proving anything to you
They are good listeners
Sincere in their interest in you
You feel important
They are available for honest
Genuine discussion
Makes you want to share yourself

Copyright © Jacqueline R. Mendoza

Details | Rhyme | |

Tender of Roses

Beloved, lovely roses: gift of God and lover’s flower,
Spread your colored petals and cradle tender showers.
While admiring the blossoms with their beauty to behold,
Ought we not to know the Tender of such lovely garden groves?

For He lovingly and thoughtfully wields His pruning shears
To cut away the stems of old for fuller future years.
He cultivates and feeds them. He attends them as a Father
Looking daily to their needs; so faithfully He waters.

From the dawn of morning dew until the setting sun arrays
Caring always for His own until that great appointed day…
When the Gardener comes to claim each one the earth held as its own.
He gently picks it at its peak and for His pleasure takes it home.

As God did one glorious morning, when the Perfect Rose had bloomed.
He rolled away the stone and met with Mary at the tomb.
There the sweetest Rose of Sharon rose that we die not alone.
But be gathered for a garden grove, surrounding heavens throne.

Copyright © Tom Valles

Details | Dramatic monologue | |

A Dark Fairy-tale

A Dark Fairytale

As I was chained, I breathe in.
As I was burned, I breathe out.
As I was cut, I looked down.
As I was broken, I looked up.
As I was destroyed, I closed away.
I had killed myself damaging beyond any repair.
To keep myself closed I chain, cut, burned, and destroyed what was within me, isolation my fear around me. But suddenly as I had nearly been kindled to a shivering light, something braver and stronger then I appeared and took me and held me and once again I was fixed and this is what happened; 
Suddenly I breathed in as I was unchained.
Suddenly I breathed out as my burns disappeared.
Suddenly I looked up as my broken body mended.
Suddenly I looked down as my cuts faded.
Suddenly I was opened up and my destruction was nothing more then a dream
As my knight, you entered that shadow and held me now I grow with a unprofaned radiance.
I was held once more, and my soul emerged.
I was spoken to once more, and my mind went blank.
I was kissed and my body reacted without a second hesitation.
And before I could run away once more, I was trapped.
Unlike my prison I lived in a fairytale, in were I don’t want to live this place anytime soon. What happened then and what happening now are so fair apart it hilarious.
 I’ve forgiven the past, not forgotten it. Prove never to make the same mistakes or else be locked back inside that tower I call my mind. 
Let me in brave knight, into your mysterious ways.
Let me in brave knight let me have secret passages into that world of yours. 
Let me in brave knight so I can truly capture you. 
I was as cold as ice even more then winters hail, but you with a ridged past that icier then I could have imagined is as warm as the summer sun and sweet like spring air.
For saving me, for taking my heart, for releasing me, I’ll become everything you want and then more, I’ll stand by your side and hold you like you held me and I shall be everything you need.
My sweet Knight.

Copyright © Marcedies Rhodes

Details | Terzanelle | |

Fragrant Flower

There're fragrant flowers in full bloom
With colors radiant, vibrant, bright!
Pure joy exuding while you groom

Your first glimpse captures eyes filled with light
Finding delight in the wondrous, mysterious gift!
And though given for only a while, still, is alright

So dreams are built never imagining the rifts
As you nurture, guard and lead along the way     
Help fulfill a purpose –others to uplift

Gentle pruning with care so they do not stray
Validate worth through kindness and care
For certain, one day petals will fall into disarray    

And too soon, the sun will set and awaken fear            
A time when the dreams lie forever silent; broken
Rest assure, beautiful spirits live forever, near 

Alive in roots, like fine lace woven
The legacy of love leaves an unending trail
Yet, nailed in a place secure and proven
At home in your soul where it cannot be derailed 

For Debbie's "When the Going Gets Tough the Tough Get Going" Contest

Copyright © Annalise a.k.a. Audrey Haick

Details | Free verse | |


The pain I put in the ground.
For such a precious thing.
The family enjoys their meal.
They plant their leftover kernels.
And wait for me to tend to them.
An endless cycle in which happiness is born.

21 February 2013

Copyright © Smail Poems

Details | Imagism | |


It's raining today - dreary it may be
The imagery of the raindrops in my view
Dripping !  In my brain I visualize
The dark clouds surrounding me
Thus I see - will there be sunlight
I look, I ponder! I watch and I surmise
the sun may peak in these predominant skies
Mesmerized - sun rays gleam in my eyes
Those beautiful hues - and yet the spectrum
The iris - that beautiful rainbow
It feeds my soul - I look at beauty
And thus blooms the flower - I know
It rained today and thus I say
The gardens grew - if you only knew
I woke - I had beautiful thoughts
Raindrops danced on my life this day
And yes! I saw a bud flourish petals
It's spring - and the rain doth bring
With a little help from the sun , my flower
Blooming in my head I visualize
Look what I saw when I looked at the skies
Imagery in my head, I thought
Imagine it  - and the bird it may sing
Music to my ears - I listen - I see
That spring - it's really blessing me
Enlightened I  saw the dead rose then grow
And I sit, I still ponder , it's roots I know
And the rose once posed- still life - of art
Prominent are the skies to make you wonder 
                                    The rain might start!!!!!
                                        Again & again
Beauteous Be Poesy is my book of poetry available on googles, amazon. com and Barnes & Noble published by Trafford Publishing. wrtten by Miss Stacey Law 

Copyright © stacey law

Details | Imagism | |


The wind crept up - the skies ever so dark
Black, slick, clouds and calamity enters thy soul
Dreary! It chatters and limbs they fly
No sun upon thy face - beaming with hue
Those clouds they swarm in darkness
Rain - it pours - flooding the earth
Bewildered I look up at this blustering sky
The trees are dead, It's spring - yes death
Roses in the ground with the trickling raindrops
The April showers - You haven't a clue
True grit! The soil now nurtured
The roots - feeding on this phenomena
And yet when the sun shines soon
Day after day - trees will come to life
And roses in bloom- life after winter death
In awe I see this beautiful imagery
In my brain, as I see the pouring rain
My mind - I visualize - the beauty
Thus, why does it expose calamity?
Beauteous be the wonder in my eyes
And how I love those dark dreary skies
A rosebud in my teeth - I see
Is extraordinary and so is the tree
Let there be rain as it nurtures the soil
And with the chatter of the wind, let there be turmoil 
Again in my brain, I can truly love this day
I see life in the rain that is pouring today.

Copyright © stacey law

Details | Haiku | |

haiku 9 - pretty flowers

pretty flowers grew in a garden window box-
death by drowning rain
____________________ June 17, 2015 Haiku For the contest, Picture Perfect Haiku #2, sponsor, Skat Second Place

Copyright © Broken Wings

Details | Rhyme | |

Flower Garden

 Flower Garden

You wonder how you'll make it with too much sadness all around.
The way you thought that life would be as teardrops touch the ground.

Heaven sees the tears you cry and wants for you to know.
Every place a teardrop lands a flower someday will grow.

In honor of the memory of each tear you ever cried.
And for the heart God placed in you that you hold deep inside.

For each and every time He sees each heartache start unfolding.
Longing for the used to be's and those you should be holding.

All the love that's in your heart that all of heaven sent.
Is multiplied ten thousand times with each teardrop that is spent.

With heartbreak and with tragedy in all the things you do.
With love so in abundance it's love that will see you through.

So as you look around you. Don't let your poor heart harden.
For someday where you're standing now will be a flower garden.

Edwin C Hofert

Copyright © Edwin Hofert

Details | Free verse | |

Birthday Wish

Spring comes,
Bringing novel flowers
To this multicolored Earth, 
A really wretched place actually,
If you know the awful truth about it

Spring leaves, 
Taking some flowers with it, 
Bestowing freedom 
Upon these fortunate plants

Seventeen springs ago,
An ordinary flower blossomed 
On this cursed land.
The worst of all curses,
Placed on this pitiful plant 
And a fate worse than death

Seasons flew by
And the flower withstood 
The immense force of the elements,
Debilitated by great adversity
Brought by the years 

Now with spring close by, 
If fate shall allow,
Hopefully this spring, 
This dying flower will perish. 
Its roots turned to ashes
And carried by the winds of freedom
To the promised eternal paradise

A garden greets my eyes
With its breath-taking beauty
And my suffering dies

Copyright © Andres Rocha

Details | Ode | |

To a Rose


What colour will you deliver today
On this such a beautiful day?
Wondering what fragrance I shall smell
Only you magnificent presence can tell;
What will the bouquet be
If I have the privilege to see?

When others join in
You’ll blossom into a group
Inducing my thoughts subliminally
To create a splendid coup.

Oh Rose the magnanimous
The hearts in love find momentous;
Playing part in romantic bondage 
In love making you’ll engage;
You are the symbol of love
Of humans and the Lord above;
Ladies melt at your presence
Whether adults or adolescence.

Also a symbol of guilts and betrayals
Unfaithfulness cover by scented petals;
Hypocrite sometimes you are
Sometimes your beauty goes to far; 
In beauty the malice hides away
Causing the guilty, being guiltier going astray.  
In your grace your are vicious
Thorns prick deeply wounds so malicious.
Do you think our naivety won’t realise 
Do you know one your charm we shall despise?

Yet as I am filled with human desire
To be confined in grave or liberated by fire
You’ll be there at my funeral
The last gesture of my portrayal.

No lilies, no poppies, no wreaths
All I want is your dainty presence
So in darkness I wait patiently
To make God’s acquaintance.

Copyright © Alfred Vassallo

Details | Free verse | |


At the beginning of her life 

the flower blossomed big and 

her pedals were bright.

Her skin shined with glow

and her laugh was delight.

Then one day

the storm came and

loosened her stem 

by a nudge. More and

more it came around 

as it kept getting 

stronger. Even through that

she still kept her smile and it 

has yet to knock her crown.  

The wind blew

and the sun tried to shine

She cried herself to 

sleep and tried to stay in line. 

Her imperfections impacted

her greatly and she'd scream as

her leaves fell off. 

Eventually, like the rest, all her 

dreams were doffed. 
When the next storm came back around it knocked her stem half way and she was forced to look down 
But stood so droopy was her crown
Then her hope grew less as she wasn’t

able to grow from the sight of the sun.
Her roots were giving out 
as she finally realized it was almost done.
When I went to visit that beautiful flower while the others came along she told us her time left  wasn’t long

So the bed gathered to tell the flower
How beautiful she will always be. 
She will always be bright and big 
No matter how tall the trees got to be
As her Dark purple became lavender 
Everyone got to say good bye, all except one.
When the last storm came it knocked her whole stem down. She laid there looking up at the dark sky crying and screaming “why?!”
And as her delicate heart gave out, her crown laid side by side to the beautiful flower that shriveled up 
While everyone buried her and her coronal I cried because I never got to say goodbye.
And what I’ve learned from this beautiful flower and broken stem is to never take the time you have 
with people for granted. You never know how long you have with them.

Copyright © Julie-Marie Alvarez

Details | Blank verse | |



“   These lines are written by dipping 
My pen of sorrow in an invaluable ink pot 
This hot, red ink-you may know -is the 
Blood of my HEART !

You can decide the caption of this poem
By reading it fully-if you can. Because,
It will never come to an end.

The theme of this poem is about the
Sparkling days we spent together

I can’t forget that first sight...
It reminded of our deep bond -
which would have been created even before the
Creation of the Universe!!!

The flower which you gave me first
Bore the fragrance of eternity
The first word you uttered to me 
Did the inauguration of some sweet feelings!
Your sweet smile acted as the-
Fuel of my HEART.

I haven't touched you so far: but you-
Did touch my heart and soul !

At first, we were two parallel lines, but
One magnet made us a straight line


Why did we meet?
Was it deliberate?
What was it for?
I Don’t know, I Don’t know, I Don’t know.


The parting words you uttered painfully 
Did shatter my heart and all...
The flower which you gave me last 
Did really smell eternal grief

At last...
We have become two lines again,
which are going towards two extremes
I can’t forget that last sight, because,
That moment reminds me of DEATH

Death is a separation, but here 
Separation means DEATH for me .....
............, My Beloved. “

Copyright © linse david

Details | Free verse | |

The Beauty Beneath

Tears fall for each petal's descent,
descent of blooms in stone-lined graves.
Graves in silence hide their beauty,
beauty of heavenly bouquets. 

By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, 6/7/15
For Nette's Four Lines Only Contest
Visual #3.

Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders

Details | Free verse | |


he watched her,
lying there in the grass, among flowers,
the cherry petals covering her slowly…
he suddenly realized
how sweet was the shadow
touching her
and each flower gently offering
its tribute of death to her
was no less beautiful
than that wonderful crimson bloom
he himself had helped birth
on her chest…
the nectar of that flower still on his hands
and the ethereality of the cherry-tree shade on his retina,
he wished to grow roots
and draw life from the very earth that she,
his masterpiece,
was slowly
beginning to become

Copyright © Liliana Negoi

Details | Haiku | |


 cat, death, dog, drink, flower, rain, water,

My begonias died today
They sucked up all their water
It rained cats and dogs!

Copyright © Diane M Quinlan

Details | Prose Poetry | |

Garden Club Ruse part 1 of 2

For years no one ever had a clue...
Of the secret she one knew..
The child inside her never shed a tear...
Although she lived everyday with fear...
She grew up never knowing what love was...
Till that fateful day, when he met him on the bus..
He was tall and handsome and had a great smile...
Knew all the words making her feel worthwhile...
They fell in love and soon were married...
And that’s when things changed...the love got buried..
The days were long and the nights were lonely...
They seldom spoke, and if only...
She hadn’t seen that ad...this never would have happened..
Join the Garden Club today and...
 wipe all your cares away 
There’s more to this story..I must conceive...
So please follow this sequel and I believe....
You will stop and think of the words I wrote...
And perhaps even take your own personal note....

Copyright © kj force

Details | Free verse | |

Little flower

no one to protect, 
precious lily of the field
beauty rare and joyous life
taken long before its time

Lily, Lily white and spotless
small and sweet but tortured she
fragile, gentle, caring Lily
dancing, singing, playing, laughing
life cut short by senseless rage
bruised and battered for no reason
by a monster with no feeling

Jesus, keep sweet little Lily
tightly in your loving arms
kiss her, hug her, hold her closely
wipe away her earthly tears

now she’s safe and free from trouble
no more harm will come her way
Lily, Lily precious Lily 
in our hearts you’ll always stay

Copyright © Elizabeth Schlicht

Details | ABC | |

The Colored Roses

When I think of roses my mind reveals death
I see all the different colors around and it takes my breath,

Because I know the meaning behind all the flowers
It is like in the Mafia where a rose is a symbol of power,

This is likely the only time you will see such beauty
Due to when someone dies they feel it is their duty,

To buy a beautiful flower arrangement for all to see
I wonder if the soul in the casket wants to yell what about me,

We seem to forget that the roses will soon die
And yet everyone sits there an begins to cry,

For the body lying in the beautiful coffin
Then you ask yourself why didn't I visit more often,

No one seems to see beyond the beauty of all the colored flower arrangements
Maybe because we know one day that will us in this same confinement.

Written By: Unique Poetry....2012

Copyright © Michelle Born

Details | Lyric | |


Gently dancing in the sun
Wildflowers grow;
they bloom,
are gone.

With no thoughts,they have no cares;
Yet their lives are gentle prayers.
May I walk in such a way
That I am alive to this day.

So I see with widening view,
And joy and sorrows embrace too.
Then my time will come like yours...
And of us nothing shall endure.

As to the earth our bodies go,
All are one;it shall be so

Copyright © Katherine Braithwaite

Details | Free verse | |

Evolution of a Flower

Youth Upon my flower I start a bloom My buds come willingly out And about the stem flows water The life breeding source of time I wield time as if I’m the master And my flower holds its precious drops Within my lovely petals, slyly setting Myself up higher than the ground Which holds my flower erect Simply what do I compose myself as If my bloom has not yet developed Straight into the whole bloom myself What do I say to my flower that holds The life of my soul by the water’s edge Where do I groom myself alive To seek the warmth of living As a whole, full bodied entity Where is my truth in life Elder I have seen the flowers traversing From my water bearing bud To my exhausted bloom of life Full of my splendor but fragile Subject to any climate changes And expressly sensitive to the lack of water Which happens more and more During this phase of my tired life I ponder my existence, why now Why do I lean towards death Right at this stage of existence So full and flourishing, perfect, flawless I only seek to live one more day By my beauty, I hope to be free To live with my water, nourishing water To love again, as I did once before Dead No longer am I vibrant, I cease I no longer carry water to my roots I don’t see anything, I feel nothing My roots have all dried up The is no more moisture within me I have no hope of keeping Anyone’s attention, save that of shock The shock of a dead flower before them I shall be removed from this Earth To make room for another bud To come in my place, soon life will return And I will be vibrant once again But now I waste away, to nothingness
Russell Sivey Contest: Talking to Yourself Sponsor: craig cornish 6/21/2013

Copyright © Russell Sivey