Best Peonies Poems
Peonies plum and white
on the table of grace
at nigh sundown's scarlet;
greet the hour with fragrance
as dusk becomes starlit.
Peonies plum and white
bring joy to the evening
of gold tinged memory,
from the gemmed purple vault
of old time's treasury.
Peonies plum and white
from the sunlit glory
of peach, satin breezes;
frills in vanity's vase
with a charm that pleases.
Peonies plum and white
in a hint of gold rays
at evening of the noon;
as grape shadows turn black
in shadows of the moon.
I saw a pretty garden today full of pink peonies. It brought back a sweet
memory of my mother's garden. I can still see us in her beautiful garden
trimming. Later, we would sit in the shade admiring our work . . .
the softest of pink
heavy flowers that droop down-
butterflies flutter
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June 29, 2020
Poetry/Haibun/A Memory of Garden Peonies
Copyright Protected, ID 20-1263-960-03
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Written for the contest, A Memory
Sponsor, Line Gauthier
Honorable Mention
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perfumed peonies
Protecting the peonies from gusty autumn
I cut a few and placed them in a favourite vase
on the window sill in full view of the garden.
Outside, a succession of leaves can be seen
releasing their hold on the branches of trees
and float past the window bidding final farewell.
Indoors, the peonies drop their petals one by one,
landing on this very page where this poem was written.
From deep winter slumber, she slowly awakes, and a fresh cycle starts with rebirth.
By spring, tiny shoots in deep ruby red, set out to emerge from the earth.
A passel of stems grows healthy and strong, encouraging leaves to unfurl.
And young baby buds beginning to form, look perfectly round as a pearl.
Magnificent blossoms in striking dark pink, have now all begun to bloom.
A glorious show she displays every year, enhanced by her sweet perfume.
Now flowering is done, and swept by the wind, her once vibrant petals have gone.
But glossy green foliage continues to grow and lasts nearly all summer long.
Frilled edges of flora in bloom
Along my garden’s fences
Sweet scent of peony perfume
Invades my senses
They dance on stately stems
Pink skirts ruffled at their hems
peonies in full
fuchsia pink blossoms....
wind, rain, thunder, stems
"I must have flowers, always, always."
Quote -Claude Monet
Peonies, so lovely in my garden growing,
showy beauties that can live a hundred years;
love most- pink coloured blooms overflowing,
and recall them in mothers garden with tears.
Oh, intoxicating scents drift in the air,
they adore morn' sun and afternoon shade;
these sweet blooms thrive with little care,
I am always sad to see them fade.
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August 24, 2022
Poetry/Rhyme/Peonies
Copyright Protected, ID 08-1483-123-24
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Eight Lines of Rhyme - Your Favorite Flower
sponsor, Tania Kitchen, Judged 09/04/2022
First Place
peonies bring back memories of my mum
her flower patch and gifted green thumb
from merely one fragrant bloom
its scent filled the room
imbuing
sweet
fragrances
to each fresh bouquet
she’d proudly put on display
on seeing one, there’s but one outcome,
peonies bring back memories of my mum
Pink, with elegant, sun-loving petals, scented,
plush and lush, like hued nebulae, suspended.
Preoccupied with visitors, south wind and rain,
plum butterflies and more, ever coming again!
Pretty prestige; minty green, garden's delight,
Pearly pink buds, under nomad clouds of white,
Peaceful in nature, like a silvery moon at night.
Multi colored flowers
Fresh in bloom smells fragrant
Bloomish flora garden
Daffodil flowers
Placed in my garden
By the Peonies
4/18/19
LUNE POETRY BY James Edward Lee Sr.
3/5/3 Words Count
5/3/5 Syllable Count
The peonies by the front porch are gone
Late this year they lingered, never fading,
Reds, pinks, and white made warm bouquets
For the gravesites of family and friends in May.
The honeybees feasted on the peony blooms
As did the ants who love their sweet nectar,
Until rains came and plundered the petals
The peonies by the front porch are gone.
written July 8, 2021
a generous bouquet
of sumptuous peonies
if you please
gracing the parlour
in all its splendour
it’s tea time
we’ve brought out
the lace cloths
the best china
and warm scones
for our dear friends
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Love flushes through the air, smiles and affection flowing the air
The Sakura-fubuki petals flowing through the skies and ground, like family to each other with laughter and ignorance
I wanted to be free just like the blossoms and dandelions or be sharp as roses being pampered and cared for, rather than as a decoration and having my petals flown around forcibly
Everyone's love and freedom gushes freely while I'm stuck with weddings being cherishe, being thrown away and stomped on without the pampered actions of a rose
Thrown and beaten, day by day waiting the days I'll be free
I'll stay as the flowers overlooked by others or rather picked in weddings to be ruined of my beauty
One day, I will be treated equally and be used as petals flowing freely, pampered like roses, and free from the hatred of my stem
peonies smell fresh now.
I deadheaded them just for you.
to drink with sweet tea.