“A Flowers Wilt”
Witness the small existence
that abides the beauty of-----------
Freelancers all around,
Just to get a good look.
A baneful abrasion, the flower took
It captivates you -------------
Reels you, steals from you,
Until you pick the right flawless touch.
Dandelions swaying thin,
Here we fall like petals.
Ready to exploit, the beauty of-------
Inhale the fragrance,
Courtyard azure eyes,
Embarking in a wishful eternity,
A crush they become, when loveliness up and left.
A bully against arrogant threw feminine perfumed veils
Tulips waiting for the better auspicious sky
Asters claim the eclipse's,
-dinginess censors it from the brilliance of the sun.
A lonely rose
In My Helix World-
The out-and-out are born.
Cries in the dimness,
A sweet Lotus echo
Slight yelps of agony carried off by pollen breeze.
The earth revolves to fast,
Injections of herbal essence in the wind
For a split second, we feel pixie dust
Channel the essential, it fades
Earlier beauty, calmness-
A flourish smile,
Rusk of flower, a bluebird’s bread.
Like candles and dew, they stream and limber energy
Opposing others of its humanity,
Against the command of its importance,
Pierced by its own elegance,
Thriving slowly of its own will,
A short story, gone astray!
Tonight, we plant a tree,
The Flower wilts
The gardener cries
Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2013
TO THE FLOWER
Your scent beckoned my weeping heart to painless flight;
amidst a garden where God dusts His pretty love.
Spring tints are pure and fragrant, free of guilt
Your hues painted another sunrise for my eyes;
when once I failed to catch the pledge of morn.
A seed of hope was born to white petals blush.
Though there are silhouettes of bitter yesterdays
must all the phantoms of illusions fade and leave...?
Your floating aroma stirred and shot my nerves;
inspiring a nightingale to sing some joyous laments;
It swayed with grace to dance on wind's despotic beat.
among the rustling leaves which hug the earth below;
So like the sun, which from distant horizon smiles;
it roused the sleepy world to begin the pen of baby prose.
The unfolding mystery of your petals brought
my bewildered mind to peacock's reflection.
Alas! All was transient. These eyes probe beneath
but were blinded by the intrusion of some stray shine;
Ambitions which from afar are building sprout;
t'is that which let this self to irksome doubt.
Lovely blossom of the wild, this sojourner nigh
to tame your perfume's sweet stinging scent.
A restless soul by some wicked, destiny pokes;
someone called--- but pity, I couldn't tell a note.
If by magic, a butterfly I could become;
Let it be over my being slowly span.
Then with you
(though the specters in our midst are fierce),
I could jet fly though miseries without fear.
But am just a mortal of faith that blows this wish
for only covenants call for my journey still?
I cannot be forever the one who would share your sweetness;
(Harken, fairies of blooms, this wilderness is not my lair.)
I shall not want to witness you wilt as no time left to stay.
Never again will you see me at day-break's bloom,
save something special for others to experience you.
This fleeting apparition I so adored;
promised me burgeoning petals.
"Be not afraid as seasons change,
beyond today, I won't be here to see that no harm
be done with all intentions to your sacred charm.
I leave you to Mother's Nature tender care,
for I must go to some greater musing-- heaven's ground.
Wilt not, as soon the rain will dash, refreshing you my dear.
If I return someday--
will your sublime scent still be here?"
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©Olive Eloisa Guillermo
October 20, 2014, 10:19 pm
Copyright © Olive Eloisa Fraser | Year Posted 2014
VINEYARDS of HAPPINESS --------------------- GARDEN of SORROW
There is no greater Happiness,-----------when-----------Pulling away sorrow
then being in my lover's arms,-------letting go of----Broken memories
Kissed by his hungry lips,-------------------------------Rejecting all hunger, of love
spoiled by his sweetest charms.-----------------------The surface spoiled look in his face
There is no greater Happiness,------------------------Holding the depth of solitary sorrow
feeling my love's warm embrace,-----------------------Feelings of cold,no emotions on Gods grace
Meeting in our secret GARDEN,-----------------------Prolonging the visit to our VINEYARD
Opening dreams' golden gates.------------------------the door you open leads into dark woods
There is no greater Happiness,-------------------------Reviving every motion of sorrow
and there 'll never be ,for me,----------------------------trapped forever inside of me
till that far promised day,------------------------------------Broken promises day by day
My Honey love s' here with me.------------------------a wound so fresh, damaged like a twig
HAPPINESS -------------------------to-------------------- SADNESS
Happiness to me,is as easy as can be,----------------Sadness triumphs over anything in me
a doughnut,a cup of English Tetley tea.------some nights----------A bucket of ice cream,a bottle of Jack Daniel
Lying on my beige leather sofa,------------some days-------------Slouching up against the wall
Covered by a Woolen red tartan rug,------------- tears fallen like a red river on the carpet
Hugging and Kissing,Fondling and snogging,--- some mornings ---Crying and Weeping,Wiping the Sobbing
Just watching T.V.------------------------------------------Just imaging you
Love is a Pink Rose,--------------------------------------------A rose in the dark woods
with a crown of thick Grey thorns,--------------------------Like a cloud following you
delicate and strong.-----------------------------------------------Tilting till its gone
By ;Charma By : P.D.
inspired By : Charmaine Chircop compose By : Poet Destroyer
~A Poet Destroyer Collaboration~
Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2010
In your beauty, striking jewels within your light
If I where to go into another world
Searching behind each and every fold
Wrapped up inside my mind
There is a never ending vision, of thought
Over half of it one forgets
in a short space me not
Flowering time one stands out striking
It draws from the gentle wishing well
inside the rainbow colors her
all shades of a promise
sprinkling softly in her mist
The heart began singing music to me
as the soul saw your guiding light
I would never break your heart love
one silent promise, made into oneself
at that very moment in time
I felt it
so very special
remembering the sweet pretty birds in song
Magic capturing that very moment
our souls inside out sharing
When the heart fell at your feet
it was truly amazing
You're my dove wings
Flying this heart deeply in love
with your peace the drunken spirit is floating
intoxicated in your space
falling softy emotions swoon
Savoring feelings explode outside reality
your amazing beautiful in my eyes
dazzling the mirrors of dream
Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2014
Fields Of Lilies ~A Poet Destroyer Collaboration~
I stand tall among the restful souls
That has received restored innocence after death
With a trumpet of harmony sweet fragrant bloom
Drowning in tears that have been shed
Soil sprinkled over me after I’m forced away
Loosen soil waiting to heal,
Seductive scents sing throughout spring
--before the frost of forgetfulness
Hand carried beautifully before the bells ring
A variety of fragrances, bewitch the afternoon
From bulbs to everlasting fields of empty promises
~A Poet Destroyer Collaboration~
& Poet Destroyer 8/5/2015
Thank you for the privilege in the collaboration
Your words are so beautiful and profound
Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2015
Sing a dirge with crowns of marigolds.
But not for me for I am much alive, my dear.
Listen to the lovely lively rain,
Pitter-patter on the thriving flower beds,
Let them grow in all hues and shapes.
I’ll pick the marigolds’ white petals.
See, I love you not, I love myself.
Next autumn I’ll fill my lovely cottage
With the most beautiful fragrant narcissus.
14 April 2016
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Copyright © Victor Buhagiar | Year Posted 2016
A white dove flies gracefully across vision
Shines as transparent pieces of ivory joy
I give you a Candle of Love, for inspire and encourage you
Blown gently upon a soft warm lovely breeze
Falling slowly like a ripe apple
With sad confusion, I promise you heaven
Everything will fall into place and gives you, perfect pleasure of life
Love whispering on wings fluttering deep
It is possible to change your tomorrow, if you seek your dream today
To watch the light change i pray for your beauty to return
My arms are full of flowers, the beauty the unfathomable grace
Reborn under a promise of color inside the mist bouquet dream
Written by Liam Mcdaid & A-L Andresen :) 11.04.2015
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Copyright © Sunshine Smile | Year Posted 2015
On days of childhood past
and long faded into memory,
sisters played beneath a smiling sun
in shadowed rooms of bending willows.
Dainty handkerchiefs swaddled
our Rose of Sharon infants
to keep the newborns warm;
honeysuckle spread sweet fragrance
scenting the summer playhouse
while birds trilled lullabies of joy.
Clover chains hung as garlands
to decorate our home
and snowball bushes' spread
perfumed blossoms carpeting the floors.
Simple pleasures of a simple life
we seem to have discarded
in favor of a busier, artificial plastic world
where flowers bud stale fabric blooms
on bending wires.
The evensong of the whip-poor-will is no more.
I would go back if I could harvest
the pureness of those happy hours,
distilling a rare elixir,
a medicine for our ailing times.
Copyright, November 25, 2014
Faye Lanham Gibson
Copyright © Faye Gibson | Year Posted 2014
erased to try and get it published
Copyright © Charmaine Chircop | Year Posted 2013
The scent of your feelings clings
To the fabric of my dreams
It never leaves….it lingers
The scent of your feelings
The fragrance of gardenia
When you are tender, sweet
Gentle and serene
Tranquility showing through
In the gardenia scent of you
Seducing scent of jasmine
Surrounds you like an aura
Promising opulent luxury
Of flesh upon flesh
With you in control
Leading me deeper
Into the scent of your fantasies
Tantalizing, teasing, tempting
Endless jasmine ecstasy
Sensual and satiating
Is the jasmine scent of you
Perfumed in Damask Rose
Giving off the scent
Of inner turmoil
You are brooding and troubled
Needing to be reassured
Held in the strength of my arms
Quieted by my love
Till dawn’s light
When your safety is assured
And your scent finds release
Along with that of mine
Honey suckle perfume
Your need to nurture
To let me suckle
At your breasts
Your perfume speaking
In words my soul hears
That you live only
To care for my needs
Your perfumed hands
Soothing way the aches and pains
Of my rough and busy day
Honey suckle promises
Of womanly affection
In waves of comfort and light
I taste honey
Nectar that sweetens my lips
For I know it flows for me
I know I am nothing
A poor lost man
Without the fragrance of honey suckle
Wafting over me
When there is venom in your eyes
Sparks fly all around me
And I know a storm is coming
A scent foreboding
Indicating the imminence
Of the unleashing of thunder and lightning
Torrents of rain
The scent of angered passion
I sense it
I smell your brewing storm
I’m unleashed in the elements
And yet….I know
How to harness your storm
How to bring calm
How to let you vent in my arms
Beat at my chest
I silence you with a kiss
Your arms pinned
The anger passes
Left on my chest
Leaves me shaken
In the aftermath
Of your storm
The perfume of surrender
Absolute abandon to my will
The sweetest fragrance
The tenderest emotion
A wilting flower
Waiting to be revived
Tenaciously wrapping around my body
Knowing its source of life, love, and happiness
Your scent moves me
Brings out my desires
To please and reward
To bring color to your petals
By my life giving stream
Lost in this scent
The most beautiful of all
The scent of surrender
The scent of your emotions...
Clings to my being
A perfumed eternity
In your arms
For Anthony Slausen's Scent of Your Soul Contest
Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2014
Gathering a plethora,
of abandoned blossoms high and low,
a covered basket and pockets full.
Light footsteps through shady trees
releasing dainty blooms for me,
nature’s soulful aliment like a
rainbow placed strategically
for a little girl's innocent eyes.
Blooms falling into my hands
on a wooded path for one,
then scattering to the wind,
a fanciful dance, free of
pending frailty; prancing
petals take flight
before their glory fades...
How can I preserve
God’s majestic beauty,
petals adorning a late
spring breeze? The newly
green earth and trees -
watch me, watch them.
I am but one girl
to press between
pages of time or
seep into an intoxicating
potpourri. I could take
a snapshot of these
sacred scatterings but
never could a photo
fill my senses -
the sweet scents,
sounds and touch
of blooms on
a wooded path
and breezes all
around my face,
the sight of God’s
in a magical place.
If I had one wish it would be, to share
these magical moments with you.
Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2015
Every now and then I come to you ...
A climbing jasmine through the window of your heart
a blushful smile beneath your sheets
a fragrant scent in waking thoughts
an empty porch of swinging dreams.
Every now and then I come to you ...
A drop of sunshine on winter lips
a tender touch upon bare shoulders
a yearning moment in an ardent kiss
Every now and then I come to you ...
A hush -hushed whisper on a restless eve
a melting snowfkake upon your lash
a fallen petal tickling your cheek
Every now and then I come to you...
a lingered breath behind your ear
a gentle breeze of visions gone
that once blew softly within your hair
Copyright © Charmaine Chircop | Year Posted 2015
By the waves and salty sea
That falls on shores so close to me
By the battles
Thus fallen comrades go
By the hills and by the lowlands
I wander looking for bluebells and heather hearts
By the way of sea or by way of land
Tiss the bagpipes that make me stand
Be they Gods of Christ or Celtic times
I pray me soul find peace in boggs remote with wine
Yasabel her breast held me close long ago
Her heart was the only I ever did know
Too and fro like the waves and the wind
By and by, time erodes the youth once then
Now, alone, if only love and the orange of me life
She swept me deep, while I battled long
In the highlands now I roam
Ashamed that I roam here all alone
When the heather bloomed
And the bluebells sang
I was away in foreign sands
If only, if only I had held your hand
Yasabel of another time
You are the one that was always and forever
Always on my mind
Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2016
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 | Year Posted 2014
Impose your will on the pretty flowers as you may
Trans-formative wonderment of nature
Entrenched, defiled, they pop up any way in clusters
Vivacious are the colors above the solid stem
Cut cold to death, decay and pain, to follow winters grip
Excellence defined in the ability to survive
Dangerous are the forces that persist to derogate them
Yet they prevail against all odds
Death comes but they regenerate
Grass is their shield. Dirt is their pillow there
Negative winds carry with them ice
Reds and yellows grow on below the sun
Visceral, strangled roots, fragile faces, petal soft, grow cold
Ingenious species, green with envy on the leaf, rise again
A Cacophony of nature’s birds and bees disturbs the peace
Flowers come in abundance, remain, friendly on the green
Distinguished in divine fashion, exquisite, generous to the last
Elevated smiles on pollen grains contain the seed of life
Flowers emerge, aware of life
11/22/14 Poetry Contest - "Encounters With Flowers"
Copyright © Earl Schumacker | Year Posted 2014
Nature poses, adorned in spring
colors, and majestic splendor.
For Her green gown is dappled with
purple pigments and puce pastels.
Tepid Chinooks, melt virgin snows,
that fill meandering rivers.
And form long, lazy loops, that snake
across an emerald prairie.
A rising sun imbues its light,
with a sense of hope and magic.
And gilding the edge of darkness,
dawn heralds its resurrection.
A watermelon horizon,
marks the birth place of a new day.
And pink cotton candy clouds, float
above ribbons of vermilion.
Reminiscent of paradise,
wildflowers are in early bloom.
And atop gently swaying stalks,
they reach for an indigo sky.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015
In sweet summer aroma these eyes burn hungry
as feelings fall down from the branches baptised beautiful
Forget not me in every waking dream memory
crowning each and every smile come true precious
Seduced where darkness held the eyes content
blinded in love wings clipped fallen grace kneels
As blue skies mirrored through eclipsed reflections
when the wheel of our time stood still lost in a dark space past
Cut from the light suffering dead of misfortune
night whispering horrors soft velvet guinness chills crawl
Through the heart coldly spineless creatures murmur
warmly where the fire burns hiding in the ashes truth prevails
Its here you touched me with deeply chains bound angel in wings
so lost inside holding onto a distant dream beginning twilight hours
There is no sun in the shadow of an enchantress queen
sorceress of spells cast under to bring down love oathbreaker of destiny
Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2016
Dazzling golden beams
when I look into your eyes
dreams enchanting magic
Sparkling treasure gems
through sun smiling thoughts
Warm rays in her deep fingers
one touching light beaming
In your smile stands out
A rose blossoms heart of this soul
flowers so hot amazing beautiful
blooming embracing light
as your angel rays dances
outside this world with the heart
in each beat that pounds loving you
Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2014
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 | Year Posted 2013
these eyes fell down
you're amazing beautiful body
Tingling with warm liquid gold
slowly began melting in fingers
chocolate over soft velvet sweet honey
I began dreaming undressing
deep inside with burning hot desire
Shimmering light of candle
stirring passion flickering memory
gentle kisses burning embers
In the fire ultra warm
sizzling dreaming hot
touches inside desiring love
Once upon a time begins
our enchanting fairy tale dream
From out of the deepest forests
walking on these sands footprints
forever and always will remain special
Left in the heart touching beats
wishing you were here right now
A star shining
catching you inside the magic dust
charming precious held
Within a breath of silver thought priceless
silken wrapped gifted treasuring gem
Faraway whispers sweetly
in silver breaths of air blowing
carried over the moon and back whistling
Echoes sweetly over the hill through the valleys
far beyond time unraveling truth over beauty
almost felt I was making love to you
Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2014
I reminisce of childhood prowls, the mild
Unfolding through lustrous summer sways
That in my past, musings replay when twigs
Are sprinkled with blossoms rare like
pearls. I find myself wandering downstream
On banks wading softly, entranced along
fresh shrubs…a vignette of burlap and silk,
Rustling like bright confetti that often
Fine dewdrops envy my near sunset’s trend.
And I could but possess the warm flavor
Of buds in heat, my face dipped in their chests
Hesitating to leave the lush of gold as
Nightfall breaks. Then, floral tapestry churns
Against a mural of summer’s rich pattern
Up high, where lacquered glint from hillside bursts.
Full moon rolls with amusement to cradle
Dawn’s garlands, auroral as this child’s eyes;
floating through next seasons when my tossed hair
sweeps a cluster of maiden time's fanfare.
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Contemporary Figurative Artiste Stephanie Deshpande
in Contemporary Free Rhyme...Cyndi's Contest
by nette onclaud
Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2014
And flowers wilt.
And flowers fade.
The eternity is only in me-
The twig that bears the flowers.
Sparrows are born
And sparrows die.
And brighten the sky.
That who nurtures sparrows is me-
A cozy make of a twig upon a twig.
The sun fades
And moon is born.
The twilight blurs
And moonlight spreads.
All the soothing moonlight beams are me-
A crisscross of unfathomed twigs.
Whether in its birth
Or in its death;
In the heart
Of its heart;
The entire beauty is none but one-
A design of mysterious twigs.
Copyright © Suyash Saxena | Year Posted 2013
What is ? ----- Is it ?
What is happiness ?
A hot summer day, walk barefoot in cool grass
Picking a large bouquet of summer flowers
and then merge a flower crown
Maybe get a good advice of
flower Daisies : love me, love me not,
love me, love me not.......
What is happiness ?
Listen to the frogs love song
by the small pond in the woods
Enjoy a fantastic and very light spider webs
Who can do better than the spider
See the raindrops on a leaf,
which glistens in the sun shining like jewels
Meadow which is full of yellow dots when
Buttercup is smiling and nodding
What is happiness ?
Hand in hand on charity trail
be giddy with love
A tender and gently kiss of the one you loved
The dream of a family, have children
and experience that new life is born
Living life together for better or worse
and that the device love never ends
Happiness for me is that you are here
A-L Andresen :)
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Copyright © Sunshine Smile | Year Posted 2012
a flower I am not
a contest I do not enter
I am a free spirit to share the world
of knowledge and a life for a moment
the wrench of eyes dropping tears
a nose to smell the wonder of bloom
as the tree soon to convey the memories of linden and teas
I walk the streets
the white narcissus of my teens past will bring me to a field long gone in the mountains of Andorra
an edelweiss to mix with your champagne
a flower wall I do not dance to your rhythms but my own
a voice to tell nothing but ears listening to operas my heart is full
the dandelion a miracle of generosity as the forager need to eat with the season.
Copyright © catherine labeau | Year Posted 2015
If heaven was a place on Earth
the garden of Eden would be full of Angel Orchids
As monsoons arrive it begins to bloom
after all rain is from the mercy of God
Breathtaking petals are graceful like saints
captivating your soul with its charming delicacy
You will become intoxicated by the enchanting aroma
as you lose yourself in the botanical beauties fragrance
Rain drops glisten against angelic halos in harmony
flourishing lushly with abundance and distinction
Sadly these tender glorious flowers are ephemeral
but, like all that is divine - they return to bloom again
The Angel orchid - Habenaria Grandifloriformis is an exquisite orchid species from the open high-altitude grasslands of southern India. It was first described by Charles McCann and Ethelbert Blatter in 1932, and is noted for its beautiful, white bi-lobed petals which with a little imagination resemble a levitating, cloaked angel.
Favourite Flower - Poetry Contest by Nayda Ivette Negron
5 November 2015
Copyright © Silent One | Year Posted 2015
Viewed from the snow covered mountain
Slopes laden with flower beds like
Colorful vase of flowers
I saw the* Him Kamal flower
I asked, “Why are you all alone?
Beauty is to be adored”
Should give yourself before
Your petals fall to dust”.
Quick came the response from flower
“Am not lonely, enjoy these heights
Shelter of blue umbrella”.
I asked if I crush your petals
The flower said he would be glad
Its fragrance will radiate.
Purpose of life fulfilled
If destroyed not admired.
Nearby look at the snowy streams
Ripples flowing kicking each other
Our life like ever flowing streams
Water running towards ocean
Currents never turning back
Perennial flow of life
Small life merging in big.
The nature is peace all around
She only disturbs who disturbs
She teaches wisdom to those
Praise her beauty, not destroy her.
Develop the aesthetic sense
To feel the nature’s beauty.
Looking into the sky
Searching their gardener.
Third place win in
Contest: Thank you by P.D.
Eighth place win in:
Contest: Maverick Free verse sponsored by John Freeman
Copyright © Dr.Ram Mehta | Year Posted 2010
He broke the rule, shattered it,
left the pieces for all to see.
The hill rolling, tree climbing,
butterfly chasing, game of tag
was over and the race for the
water fountain was on.
He ran with his flock,
suddenly breaking sharply
to the left, slowing to a
two knee landing.
He bent low, rolled onto
his side, did a little snake
dance, then lay motionless.
After several minutes he rose,
corrected his circuitous cycle,
and rejoined the thirsty flock.
Intrigued, I investigated the
of his deviation - A lone dandelion.
It had drawn him in,
he had studied it, touched it,
smelled it, tasted it, spent a
few moments getting to know it.
He remained unfamiliar with the rule
but had gained a familiarity with
Perhaps he was on to something.
Submitted to Encounters with Flowers – Poetry Contest
Sponsor – Anthony Slausen
Copyright © John lawless | Year Posted 2014
the Gladiola is never sad
says words with a smile.
Tulips are the pun
not one but...
sound it out, you'll see.
Daisies reveal secrets
she loves me,
she loves me not.
lay it on thick
Carnations rev their engines.
Express themsleves from land to land.
my personal favorites
blow a fragrant line.
are still babies
they're still learning.
as long as they need to
before they speak.
can fly off the handle
but please forgive them
Orchids tend to fib
are they adults Or .....!
a soulful tune
and I love the blues.
Paper Whites appropriately
recite their written words.
the most beautiful
But the best flowers of all
don't need to say a word.
With love you gift them
a bouquet of their faves
as they gently kiss your lips!
Sponsor: Anthony Slausen
Contest Name: Encounters with Flowers
Copyright © Maurice Yvonne | Year Posted 2014
My petal love
tonight we sing
our souls fill with joy
have flowers and song for you...
Wine and dinner awaits
a most alluring Spanish moon
has risen over the sea
it is burning
suspended in center of sky
shining on all of the earth...
So sweetly comes the night air
I have roses and carnations
divine for you
small violets with lure of passion
and poignant tone
sweet chocolates for you to choose...
After dinner we shall stroll
down to the seaside
where no one shall see us
and what we have come here to do...
Your voice of fallen air
in zone of wonder in ardent dusk
marches playfully through my ears
as the night falls around us...
It is your orchid my love
my shepherdess of milk white dreams
later tonight my beloved
I will make bouquets of water
kisses upon your breasts and thighs
all with the fragrance of these flowers
I will savor you with joy...
The creator has created you
so you can nourish me
A laying tide of inarticulate air
breaks in front of us
the sea in foam
A symphony beautiful some god has forgotten...
I need your fragrant love
like the flowers need the water
we will see and hear the darkness go
perhaps see the morning light play
come my beloved petal
we live the dream of love tonight...
Copyright © Ken Carroll | Year Posted 2013
Listen to the whispering's of the unhushed winds gently echoing,
Ever so softly swaying, as through a tender exhaled breath of warmth,
Delicately reawakening mother earth from winters hibernating sleep,
Broken, shattered is the frozen icy spell of polar enchantment.
The dreaming empress of springtime stirs, underneath her shifting
Melting ivory skirts of wintertime, nay she is ready to adorn another
Seasonal gown of magical rebirth, and life renewal.
In the distance hear the lone whippoorwill singing, to this timeless waltz
Of nature’s enduring elegance, breathless beauty amongst the evergreen
Pines, she stands tall again, shaking off the milky white coverings of powder
Snow dust, to expose rainbow blossoms of springtime!
Showered Goddess by sun-kissed golden light, shimmering shine within
The horizons canvas of brilliance everlasting design, walking in graces
Steps from heaven’s cherished, beguiling the spoils response, refreshing,
A gleaning harvester of life itself!
Oh sweet humming mistress, do not the bees covet thee, as their mystical
Queen of melted honey comb, buzzing amongst your garden magnificent,
Drinking deeply from pollinations yellowy treasured nectar!
Within the willows the breeze welcomes the maiden of generations,
Lightly waving among the daffodils delicate petals, brushing against
The dandelions bending shafts, tenderly caressing at this wild flowery
Meadow of colors contrast.
A gentle spring rain thus falls, to nourish and sustain the divine gardens
Of Eden’s paradise, tiny is the sparrow within these sacred trees of harmony,
Let what music she sings, of beauty’s tune of charms splendor in perfections
Feathers white of angels wings shed unto the world of men, as the world
Awakens on the dawning of springs revival and restoration, within opulence’s
Blazing sunrise, a lady of peace walks in tranquility's shadow smiling, dancing,
Underneath heaven’s merciful hands of hope, and devotional resolve for the
Future to burst forth!
She is the weaver, the crafter of roots sewn, the quilter of generations
Blanket, mother of the world itself, behold how this Golden Goddess
Shows her love by promises rainbow garden, cascading downwards from
Mountain tops, to the valley’s vast deep and wide!
Inspirations muse, I’ll kneel before your evergreen footprints of life,
Bowing in humble reverence, and respect, for I’m just a mortal being
Lost in the whispering winds of the timeless, a pondering poet,
The wondering bard captured in the spring time spell you’ve cast,
Blessed being known, as mother nature!
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Dedicated to my friend whom loves springtime, and Daffodils!!
Copyright © cherl dunn | Year Posted 2016