Dancing all around
Frolicking through fields
Just like you!
Copyright © Smail Poems | Year Posted 2013
making love, not war
Copyright © Arlene Smith | Year Posted 2015
You send bolts through my skin
something I was never to
accomplish with you, when I
saw you it's like my heart sank
to my stomach and I was in
shock my body still my body
heavy felt like when I moved I
was about to fall to my knees
you make me want to get
inside my brain pick you up and
take you out pick you one by
one like a flower because I do
love you and love you not.
Copyright © brittney lopez | Year Posted 2013
Long miles of tedious journey,
Missing my darling honey.
Travelling impatiently, spend thousands of
Hope god will bless me with ma lucky soul
at this season.
Equatorial island exploring its amazed
beauty, glittering with immersed grasses.
Wrapped by queens necklaced small lake
aside, at the outskirts of dalhousie.
My heart dwelled into its god gifted
When the night lime lighted,
Millions of stars scattered around
As if its was a wondering boon.
Lucky enough for landing with my next
Eagerly waiting for my heart chaser,
Girl passed near by, few seconds later.
Flaming beauty mould my soul.
Topped with innocence, ready for my
Her chic appearance,
Her innocent appeal.
Strucking heart raised with high beats..
Awaited for our romantic date in ma
Frequency of our nature matched.
Stolen Eyes of each other were catched.
Strings of our heart whistled
Everything had happened miraclelously.
I rebelled the three precious words of
Accepting my red rose, She blushed.
At event of recreation, campfire were
Nobody around us, private moments
between we two spotlighted.
Playing guitar, she sinked with every beat,
That's the coincidence our eyes again
Hand in hand danced with the soothing
Sparkling smile on her face beamed.
Getting closer to her, because of her
Expecting the light around us to be dim.
The romantic moment again came,
Flaps of my soul opened for the grand
She looked too pretty in her gold lame
My heart awarded her an order of chivalry.
Don't know who are you, but baby you are
the one, I am in love.
You live in me, You are my love
I feel you in my heart,
You are my world, I just cant stay apart!
Please don't hesitate, please don't lie,
Whatever you feel, my heart can buy!
Angel of life, Its just you.
Completeness in life can't be without you.
Wanna Carry journey happily together.
Tickling nose, Queenly beauty of my white
Hold my senses, its caught by you.
Don't let be just memories, wanna feel
ecstasy of love towards you forever.
Promising to hold your hand throughout
life in this lovely weather.
Will be your shadow, because your pain
will be mine.
Its destiny that our heart clicked a
snapshot of each other's soul.
Stopping by my question, Will you marry
me, my Kindred Soul?
Copyright © Madhavi Sarjare pagare | Year Posted 2013
A dozen of the longest stem red roses I could find
For no expense was too divine
For all the love I had to expose
So immense and eternal as the single red rose
When the clerk smiled her kindly approval
I was imagining her naked in my pool
Seeing her lovely curves and assets too
I was thinking of how a new romance to brew
She asked me if I had any other purchase or wishes
Taken aback I caught my composure
I smiled and said the roses twelve will do me over
She wrapped them up in pretty pink paper
You sure nothing else to go with that?
I thought why yes, as I adjusted my top hat
Give me 12 cards of those over there
That say your the one and only
….with such poetic flair
After that, I do confess
In the shop of flowers so sweet and nice
Was the sound of dead air, you could hear the mice
As it was so so suddenly cold as ice
Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2016
This is the story of Buffalo Bill
An ordinary buffalo was he - until
A beautiful flower he saw on a hill
Instead of grazing
He just stood gazing
With joy the flower did him fill
Soon left behind was Buffalo Bill
The herd thinking he might be ill
Not knowing why he stood so still
The flower - swaying
To Bill was saying
Stay here forever Do say you will
Everyone heard about Buffalo Bill
First from Jack and then from Jill
They all went running up the hill
To see this flower
That had such power
To discover an ordinary daffodil
Copyright © NEILL MOCKETT | Year Posted 2007
He came from a world they call shower
And he never knew of its power
For even the sun
Sensed when he was done
For it changed a son into flower
Copyright © Martin Kloess | Year Posted 2013
Goodbye sweet friend it's time to go,
Don't act as if you did not know.
Now is the chance for me to show,
You have become my greatest foe
I'm leaving you at dawn.
Remember when we used to be
Like peas in a pod, you and me?
Now all I want is to be free
It's time I'm moving on.
The sun awoke to bless my sky,
Wind has given me wings to fly,
I'm feeling so free, I cannot lie
Turning I whisper one last goodbye,
As I'm leaving you at dawn.
Today has become my greatest test...
Find a field where my seed shall rest
Till when next year I'm a Dandelion pest.
That's why I'm moving on.
Written for Anthony Slausen’s Contest Moving On
Copyright © Brenda Meier-Hans | Year Posted 2014
little monkey face little Dragon Monkeys sway they’re dancing orchids * * Note -Flowers Imitating Monkeys--Dracula simian, and Orchis simia
Copyright © John Beam | Year Posted 2014
Cold swift river
Sneezes on the lotus shore
Take 2 aspirin
Copyright © Earl Schumacker | Year Posted 2014
Twinkling little elephant toes
Prancing through the Garden Of Woes,
With his long dainty nose.
"Good morning to you",
says a cute butterfly.
With cheeks glowing pink
The mammoth creature whispers, "Hi".
Turning from pink
To bright crimson red,
He bats his lashes
And hides his head.
As the butterfly turns
And flutters away,
The prancing little elephant
Continues to play.
I realize then
That it's time for bed.
Cuz, the dancing pink elephant
Is all in my head!
Copyright © Tracy Martin | Year Posted 2013
their straw like green stem
sucks up the seltzer water in the vase
and spritzes VanGogh sunflowers
Copyright © RUDOLPH RINALDI | Year Posted 2015
Today I stopped to smell a rose
And got a fairy in my nose.
She buzzed her little fairy wings
She kicked and punched and other things.
It kind of tickled as she fought
But all her struggling was for naught.
Like glue my boogies held her there
Her tiny frame lodged in my nare.
Some pixie dust she threw therein
And though she tried, she could not win.
It turns out I’m allergic, see
To all that dust she threw on me.
I hacked and coughed and then I wheezed
I snorted, sniffled…even sneezed
And yet despite those awful fits
Up in my nose, the fairy sits.
A nasal home where she must stay
Until she figures out a way
to climb down and my nostril breach…
She’s just too deep for me to reach.
So next time when you hear one say
to smell the roses on your way,
Think of the fairy in my sniffer
And realize other’s thoughts may differ.
Copyright © The Grahamburglar | Year Posted 2015
The corpse flower, like
the armpits of rancid love,
your bouquet floors me.
Copyright © Ngoc Nguyen | Year Posted 2013
I do not know?
The busy bee carried the nector
From one flower to another
Moved her exhausted wings, struggled like Hector
She fall, but she shall die but not serve the Queen mother
But today was so bizarre
She was the only one working hard
She saw a bee sitting on a flower smoking a cigar
And a servant bee, in a Jaguar car
"What is going on?" she said
Many questions were in her head
When she returned home, all bees were in bed
"Oh, no one is working" she said
Bees were not eating honey but bread
"I am going to tell the Queen" she said
She went to the Queen's room, with a heavy head
"Oh" the Queen was with a servant bee in bed
"What do you want , you idiot bee?"
"Busy bees I can no longer see"
"Are you dump? Today is free"
"A vocation, can't you see?"
The bee woke up with a heavy head
"Oh, what a nightmare" she sadly said
Copyright © Ahmad Magdy | Year Posted 2006
Are placed in his
Ginger hair, the yellow and purple, blend
He smiles and poses for the camera
Glad to become
Copyright © Rebecca Larkin | Year Posted 2012
Is my life not tortured enough for you to see?
I am broken as can be.
My heart is torn.
My tears stain these perfect floors.
Why are singing with glee?
Why do you not care about my every plea?
I am trapped in your arms.
I am the hopeless moth.
How did you pick me?
What is it that you see?
A girl untouched by life?
A flower blooming in the desert?
I have said goodbye to my loving integrity.
You took that from me through R-A-P-E.
Copyright © Layla Elkoulily | Year Posted 2013
red and curious, looked up as
kissed with passion,
and sins waved farewell
to leaps of faith
on a gorgeous afternoon
in Jardin des Tuileries.
Copyright © A.O. Taner | Year Posted 2016
The royal cat nips from staring morning glories drunkenly pounces
Copyright © John Beam | Year Posted 2013
There’s a prickly old man who seemed lazy
Yet while loafing he pushed up a daisy
And said with some practice
He’d force up a cactus
Just to prove that the gods must be crazy
Copyright © David Fisher | Year Posted 2016
I do not know?
Oh, when will be Spring in Alexandria,
The Chrysanths crave for company
The sea breeze brings a melody,
The day that will be spring in Alexandria.
The flowers are going to bloom,
Proud like the star-dressed Daffodil
Dancing on the windy top of the hill,
The day the flowers will bloom.
Their scent will be carried away,
with the Cherry-pie giggling jingle
covering all paths with a lilac glow,
the day the scent will be carried away.
The bumblebee will stop her dance,
On the Everlasting tiny yellow petal
Dreaming memoirs of the coming Fall,
The day the bumblebee will not dance.
There is a secret Garden in Alexandria,
Not in the deep sea, or in the library
And no other town can be as flowery
As the secret garden of Alexandria.
Copyright © João Camilo | Year Posted 2013
Sweet pea, Apple blossom, Anemone, Brodea,
Peach blossom, Amaryllis, Delwood, Freesia,
Ranunculus, Calla lily, Bird of Paradise.
I think each of these smell very nice.
Needing more, these are a must.
Gardenia, Hollyhock, Narcissus,
Tulip, Wax flower, Seeded Eucalyptus.
I’m neither gardener nor a green thumb.
Must I say it, I’m rather flower dumb.
Every flower I plant quickly begins to fade.
Where to plant, what to plant, I don’t know the trade.
Alas I try every year to have a great show,
Not a lack of effort, just a lack of know.
Now if you see me in the yard digging in the dirt,
Ask God a prayer for the plants not to hurt.
Because each year I do ask God to forgive me,
Even though I fail, I’m a Springtime Wannabe.
Inspired by the contest Flowers of Spring (not an entry)
Copyright © Brian Magness | Year Posted 2011
My one true love
your skin is so soft and smooth
you taste like Carmel candy.
Your perfume is like the first
flower of spring
your as pure as the first snow
Your heart is as pure as gold
i promise to guard it like a
Wishing you were my
Copyright © brad cox | Year Posted 2014
I do not know?
Flaws. And the flush of speckled skin.
My throat closes off and I break.
Dead men keep breathing.
Mourners heal quickly.
Eyes open, reset, and we begin.
Copyright © Kenna Johnson | Year Posted 2015
If you could be a flower
What would you like to be
A rose between two thorns
Or a dandelion maybe
How about a petunia
Hmm they like an onion bed
Or maybe a fuscia
With their lovely perfumed heads
What would I choose to be
I ask myself, let’s see
A daffodil that represents Wales
Or a tulip, well we’ll see
Will describe myself
My head is white and hung
I am a springtime flower
Out when the birdsongs sung
I am a delicate soul
Grown in groups together
Everyone says aww look
There is a……… there
Shall I give you a clue, I will in rhyme
My first is in flake but not in choc
My second is in fall but not in jump
Put me together what have you got
I am a snowdrop that grows in a clump.
You can reply to me with your flower suggestions if you wish.
Copyright © SEREN ROBERTS | Year Posted 2012
A lonely little daisy sits in a field, whilst the world is passing by.
its a nice summers day, and the birds are in the trees
theres a beautiful big sun in the sky.
The daisy is all alone because her family have gone, and they are nowhere to be found or seen
she thought she was being tricked, but in reality they had been picked, by a little boy dressed in green.
the daisies family now sit in the little boys pocket, getting broken, squashed and mushed
The daisy is so sad, because she misses them so bad, her heart is really hurting and crushed.
As people walk by, in their everyday lives, noone notices the single daisy at all.
She's been there for a while, and seen lots of sights, she's been through summer, winter and fall
After waiting all this time, to get picked from the ground, somebody comes along with a huge big hand from the sky
They pull her from the ground, she take one look at the sun, and immediately dry's up, wilts and dies.
so next time your walking, and you see a beautiful flower, and you would like to take one for home.
please take a full bunch of the flowers you want and dont leave one single flower on its own.
Copyright © SAMANTHA MARGETTS | Year Posted 2015
I do not know?
I am a flower,
living my life.
loving my surroundings,
I'm full of joy,
and i grow with care.
i wonder what ill be doing 20 years from now.
I'm sure theres many things, different opportunities,
but i guess ill just have to wait and see.
this curious, pure flower is me.
Copyright © Candice Manibog | Year Posted 2009
lay you on a bed of roses
and show you all i knowses
sure you top it like a bow
but quiet for my broses
leave me coming back for more
watch as my door closes
waiting for you by the shore
Copyright © Charlie Murder | Year Posted 2013
IN THE FLOWER OF HIS YOUTH
You are what you eat?
Bill, a young guy, friend of mine -
Teetotaler and keen gardener neat -
Drank nothing but dandelion wine.
Like Dr Moreau’s Island modus operandi ,
His grey hair became heir (or scion )
To the fluffball of a dandy :
And Bill started to turn into a dandelion. . . .
. . . . . at spreading time of seed !
Still, Bill said, it’s not too bad -
Better than being herbally tea’d
Or becoming part of a salad.
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Written for John Freeman's Contest "Boisterous Comedy"
Copyright © Sidney Beck | Year Posted 2011
I do not know?
Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Won't you please show me my flaws?
Beauty is not what I seek,
It's the defect that make one's weak.
I'd hate to be blinded by perfection
Such ideals I cannot thirst.
One can't gain without knowing their loss.
What can be worst
Than seeing only the fairest of them all?
Copyright © Qui Bee | Year Posted 2011