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
Hearken the hearts of men,
whose eyes in awe delight
on the beauteous flowers
spread on the lush plains
of the Creator's canvas,
as these bring much joy
to the weary sons of man,
uplifting their spirit,
their will to live;
for the prospect of holding
one of these lovely flowers
their hearts dance with glee.
Copyright © Angel Villanueva | Year Posted 2018
Peace of nature shows
how relaxing life can be
and can show you truth
Copyright © Christian Childs | Year Posted 2013
It takes planning, a graveled path, herb sets
to create a heavenly perfume
some time around bloom time
excess pruned down by a third and hung.
We see a bit of the hanging God then
in the silky down of lavender, thyme
offer homage of pressed violets,
golden suns of marigold as tune of awe.
The mincing of the mints is heavenly
as candy, sharp peppermint, mellow lemon balm,
the bedding down of chamomile, poppy maw,
the spiral sweets and gingered leaves of geranium
shavings of orris root, too many iris anyway
so free them all and set the scent create a smelly sum.
Add carnation stars, sticky sweet hollows of fennel
to tell the men, here is where the women live
won’t you remember your marjoram, your rosemary
with the pots on to boil, or laying head on crisp sheets and sigh.
It all takes planning, to decorate, alleviate, scent
create the corners of a life. Let’s go set the herbs.
Then breathe in the heavenly scent of potpourri lent
as offering, homage to all the plenty wonder of our lives.
Copyright © Sheri Fresonke Harper | Year Posted 2013
There’s no greater spiritual healing,
Than planting vegetable seedlings,
And feeling living soil on your hands.
You might get tired from aerating,
Watering, weeding, and cultivating.
A kind of love that’s hard to understand.
There’s just no better money investments
Than organic compost soil amendments,
To improve the structure of your tilth.
Add to that mycorrhizal fungus—
Watch your fruit flourish in abundance,
And feast upon your fresh garden wealth.
To make your garden more prosperous
Dig in some nitrogen, phosphorous,
And potassium rich amendments;
Sulfur, calcium, magnesium
Copper, manganese, molybdenum,
Zinc, iron, boron-- trace elements.
Don’t just plant flowers to please your eyes;
Attract honeybees and butterflies
To pollinate those vegetable blooms.
Whether you’ve got sand, silt, clay or loam;
A garden’s the best part of your home—
Make your gardens your favorite rooms.
Soil’s beneath your fingernails.
Green stains are on your hands.
Your face is weathered by the sun,
And manure’s on your pants.
You might look like a redneck,
But whatever your background…
There’s just nothing that tastes better
Than what you grew from the ground.
Copyright © Mark J. Halliday | Year Posted 2016
The Rose innocent white, soft pink, yellows
colors touch your soul vibrant red to amethyst
enhances beauty yet a thorn awaits to break skin
as life does piercing your heart with a thin pin.
My life has shed drops of blood through each petal
as if in return for the love and beauty you feel
hence pain underneath patiently waits the bloodletting ~
The rose symbolizes love yet vulnerable to hold
for when you open your heart it can be left bleeding
The best of surgeons can not beat your heart
It is the inner faith and God himself whom gives strength
whispers in your ear you shall live you will exist
your life meaningful as the water and sun to the rose
For I am your God your existence is not over yet .
You must Live ~You must Bloom
Copyright © Shanity Rain | Year Posted 2013
It's my desire to grace a Pink Rose
Scented attraction, attracts my nose
Gardener man in me sees
Scents sensed so wonderfully
Natures stem to the Rose grows
Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2015
The flower is
the stem's cry
to the universe.
Copyright © Vassilis Comporozos | Year Posted 2013
haven of flowers
gyrates through a bee’s travel
the fertile dance of bloom’s life…
weaving sweet nature’s puzzle.
Contest: Life Is A Puzzle
Sponsor: Nayda Ivette Negron
Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2015
The garden of love flourishes
with tender care
Kisses planted as seeds well nourished
By warmth of heart and quenching rain
Proliferate in colourful splendour everywhere
A secret garden where two become one
Under the most glorious summer sun
When blooms unfurl their petals and unfold
To bare their hearts and bare their souls.
The gentle caressing breeze wafts a heady sweet fragrance
So pure so unblemished so rare
A natural opiate that sends lovers to a far off special place
Only they can dwell and together share
Where mottled colourful butterflies
Dance a delicate ballet
And the birds sing with joy in jubilation
As the summer sun gently strokes and caresses naked skin
Waves of the warmest cosiest emotions are evoked within
Flowing forever growing from one heart to another
Perpetually feeding the greedy soul with euphoric joy and ecstasy.
From two such hearts seeds are sown
And nourished by love and care they are grown
To bloom in the summer sun
As the cycle of life goes on.
Copyright © Peter Dome | Year Posted 2015
Bursting with fragrance
Popping with soft, pink, red hues
Cherry blossoms bloom!
Copyright © Hanna Potter | Year Posted 2013
Smell of the rose
Among the plants, smell of the rose
A rise of attraction, towards love’s goal
A perfect creation, mix of petal and thorns
Pluck it from the stem widening nose
There is not immature in the beauty and love
Full of youth and dramatically vigour
Strength of perfect educating all
Men need to learn leaving hatred and fear
In a simple garden, a plant of rose
Nurtures beauty, and mind blowing role
Alas! There would have been a love pure
Among men of various thoughts, as garden of rose
A pass of heaven beautifully woven
Certainly there is, in apex of mountain
Difficult to climb, risk of lives
Carefully, glides avalanche down
An endeavour to win for good reasons
As rose bears entire love of human
Need to learn to nod in right reason
A bird of prison was singing note of season
Cries for rose was spreading in barren
A hope of terrain for water from heaven
Loss of lives of innocent children were on
Ghosts were dancing in the tears of human.
Copyright © Deepak Chalise | Year Posted 2015
A Beautiful Flower
If one could be a beautiful flower
How would they spend their day
Would they blossom in the adulation
That many others may send its way
Would its spirit nourish the hearts
Of those who are blessed to see
The color of it's very lovely soul
And its wonderful endearing vibrancy
Or would it shun the light that comes
From the brilliance of a new Sun
Shying away from its special gift
To make a day better for someone
For though it may seem its true beauty
Quickly vanishes over a very short time
I find true value in its enchanting embrace
I'll forever admire in my heart and mind.
Copyright © Wendell Brown | Year Posted 2014
Bright daffodils adorn the ground
And rise where winter clods were found;
The air is full of scent and song,
(To God both flowers and birds belong);
Sorrows shaking heart and mind
Fall, as blossoms, in the wind.
Now Spring has come, and winter's past
Oh do not pass us by so fast!
Copyright © Gavin Childress | Year Posted 2015
I am dead without my love.
It is simple as that.
I cannot breath without her,
I cannot eat without her,
I cannot write without her.
I cannot live without my love,
I am dead without my love.
I cannot prosper without her warm embrace,
I cannot think without her by my side.
always thinking of her, sharing her love I once had,
My heart breaks,
and my mind is gone.
I weap... I weap...
I cannot handle the betrayal of my once love.
I am stuck, sitting in dark corners of dark rooms,
staring at blank walls, thinking of what once was.
the laughs shared, and the tears we weaped together.
Holding hands, you and I, walking down sandy beaches,
and beautiful highways, full of love.
How we sat on park benches and kissed the night away.
I cannot believe you are gone, with another.
I did what I could,
I loved you endless time on my hand.
Our time spent together was special and near to the heart.
Do not expect for that happiness to come again.
For that has sailed, to far East, to the rising of the new day.
But, I cannot live one more day without my love.
For what I had with her is unexplainable and beautiful beyond definition.
I have seen the wayward signs point me to the direction of you.
But when we see each other, you don't spare a passing glance,
as if I was a ghost, an invisible man, like air.
That is when my heart breaks, torn in two, I cannot see me without you.
Walk with another, shall I go, now this without you.
For she is my everything, beauty and nature.
She is my rose, my violet, my nightingale singing her songs, in the twilight.
She is the sky, the sun, the moon, the trees, the grass.
She is everything to me.
She is even the summer storms and Winter blizzards that roll in and destroy,
beauty and harmony.
I cannot live without my love, for she is my one and only.
I do not like to beg, but love me once again and live with me forever.
For you know and I know, and the world knows,
That I cannot live without you,
I cannot live without my love,
For I am dead without my love.
Copyright © Chris Boskovski | Year Posted 2013
Seven Servants of Hate
Behind heavens beauty, there sometimes lies the serpent of hate
What pleases the eye, sometimes may poison the heart
Beware the servant who entices with the rose
And strikes with the thorn
Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2017
Spring in the meadow,
a million unfurled flowers,
rainbow on the ground.
Copyright © Rick Eichelberg | Year Posted 2014
tufts of green grass
scattered on the brown earth
of the newly ploughed land
spring up wherever they will
watered by the rain
bathed by the sun
whose rays feed the old leaves
and give birth to new ones
unseen roots spread out
in an underground network
at each node
a new stem shoots up
pushing through the soil
into the sunshine
which nourishes it
with a cluster
of brand new leaves
the once brown earth
with a lush carpet
of green grass
here and there
wildflowers spring up
in colourful hues
to feast on their nectar
gaily painted butterflies
blend with the brilliant hues
of the flowers
a kaleidoscope of colours
in a magnificent display of
nature's glorious creation
Copyright © john beharry | Year Posted 2015
The tansy and the tarragon are sprouting in the lawn;
I can smell their pungent fragrance in the dewy after-dawn.
The crocus and the daffodils are prancing up the hill;
their dresses all a-shimmer and their bodies never still.
The happy little bluebird is flitting all about
to find the perfect property to hang his shingle out.
The tulip swords are shining in the early morning sun,
and I thought I saw Br'er Rabbit havin' him some rhubarb fun.
It's spring and spring is glorious; brings the child right out of me.
makes me want to dance at midnight beneath budding apple trees.
Faye Lanham Gibson
© April 10, 2014
Copyright © Faye Gibson | Year Posted 2014
Happy Daisies – Haiku
in a twinkling eye
those wilderness raised daisies
a new day dawns, laughs
Copyright © Earl Schumacker | Year Posted 2015
Nature is god
Nature gave birth to life
Nature, nurtures us every day
Provides food in every way
Nature, oh mother nature!
Your beauty is everything
From the flowers to the animals you produce,
nature, you are my everything
You are my mother
You are my provider
But yet you never ask anything
Instead you love and care
I gaze upon you,
I take my hands and I feel you
I hug a tree and I say thank you
I listen to your heart
I listen as you whisper
"I get close, I get close"
I feel your pain,
You been rejected by your own children
The pain of seeing you get hurt by them
The pain that they chose their own ambitions over you
Ambitions of greed that they feed off you
They take too much,
Nature, oh mother nature!
I feel you breaking down
I see you, I see you
The pain as your reflect your anger
And I can't blame you
I can never!
But please forgive us
Forgive us for all that pain we caused you
From trespassing to stealing and destroying
Nature, oh mother nature!
Please hear me out as I call upon you
We are young and ignorant
Reckless spoiled brats!
But we love you,
love you in all kinds of ways
No matter how civilized we can be
We can't live without you
You are our creator
You are our mother
You are our provider
We love you mother nature
Copyright © Piercing Words | Year Posted 2017
You come from that place where Queen Anne’s lace
and milk thistle grow thick on the creek bank
behind the house.
Black-eyed Susans, opened to the sky,
sway strong and tall in the wind.
A dogwood blooms;
in remembrance of friends gone.
And the dust gathers
heavy over that forgotten place.
My heart closed up like a daylily
And I, a late blooming rose,
far into an Indian summer.
You left; then I—
left and shook the dust not just from feet,
but hair, skin, bones.
It collected deep inside, though.
As you did.
We never said goodbye.
© stephanie pepper, 2013
Copyright © Stephanie Pepper | Year Posted 2013
I Am The Artist Of My Life
Aloft the hills I sit
The world behind
The clear sky above
I, my master,
And my soulful thoughts
So what is this life all about?
I continued my journey
To reach my snowy summit
Before the birds return to their nestlings.
Perusing over the years fled by
Had been ravaged
With growing up years.
Engulfed in the confusion of my direction
I wondered if I was on the right trail.
My staff in hand I swiftly changed my direction
I left behind the scrubby slopes midst firs and yews
And magnetically moved toward an unknown destination.
An invincible call beckoned me to the laughing sunny maples
Breathlessly I quickened my pace and Lo Behold:
I was standing in a painted valley of flowers
Hanging in the heavens by God's invisible chains.
Rose bushes and wild strawberries accompa'kknied me
While the amaranthine rhododendron clusters smiled from afar
The fields were perfumed with paradise pink orchids and azure poppies,
The snowy daisies, lavender bell-flowers and rusty marigolds
Carpeted the valley floor with the humming bees and hopping lime butterflies.
The myriad colours brushed the fragrant carpeted hills
For acres and acres, casting their magic spell by
Scintillating my life and clearing my doubts and confusions of
Who am I? What is this life all about? What am I doing here?
I am what my name symbolises! I am the power!
I am the spirit! I am the creator of my own life!
I am the artist to paint my life in all its prismatic hues.
May 15, 2016
For Chris Teas
(January 2, 2015
Conest: One Of Your Best Poetry
Sponsor: Rob Carmack)
Copyright © Balveen Cheema | Year Posted 2015
Spring is a mine field filled with exploding flowers
Blood reds and yellows shoot forth to score the land
Seeds have no brains to think of
Such things are beyond their grasp
Broadcasting themselves about on random wind
Sharing life with natures chirping birds
Roots hid in bunkers, their truth, their beauty
Underworld, motionless, in brown earth and gravel
Waiting for the sun or rain to call their name
Soon, along green grass, emergencies arise
Bright colors climbing from within
On veracious vines, hungry to find out
They take the ground by storm
March over barren lands, spreading brilliance
Conquer the new dawn day in light
Trees are above, on top of things in spring
Always there to cast a perfect shadow
On shady characters in disguise
Flowers rise, simply sit there pretending to be shy
Looking pretty, flushed with color
Exploding with an orgasm of seeds
All the while smiling on the care free breeze
*(This poem is not for the Flower contest. It is simply for pleasure.)
Copyright © Earl Schumacker | Year Posted 2015
I do not know?
Dancing In A Glen Far Away And Dark
I trekked into the big forest deep
far back into a darkened glen,
among the black trees standing tall;
a lone cluster of flowers grew,
like a small army of bright little men.
As pretty as the clouds far above
colorful petals blew in the sprightly wind,
a glow cast upon dark and lonely trees;
dancing in unison with leaves overhead
each sang a melody of Nature's love.
Old trees took on a far different hue
as afternoon rays the flowers reflect,
colors raced about in the scene;
even the birds watched with great awe
when each gust sent a wave overdue.
Many years later that scene reappeared
a movie that played when I was blue,
dancing in a glen far away and dark;
symphony of flowers decorating old trees
into my mind Mother Nature's art was seared.
Robert J. Lindley, 04-13-2015
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015
Surely to know the ambrosial quiver
Of stiffened fruit, ripe and swollen
With stolen fragrance and lovely flush
Of seeded solvent all down a furtive face
And up the greedy pink arms of cloud-ward reaching children
Is to know also the jealous rain
Her green glances gorge on mellow delight
Indulgent and impatient with quick eyes
Snatching strokes of waxy flesh
Torrid caress under an austere guise of gray
She is a lean and idle glutton
Who lashes in strife with quickness and lusty strikes
It will be a feast of soul
If you do not slay her first
Copyright © Chelsea Westerfield | Year Posted 2013
A flower is pure, clean and bright,
It's everything that looks delight!
A flower is a good reason for the sun
To show up in the sky again at dawn.
A flower is so nice and so attractive
And is making us to be so proactive!
Yes a flower bring us test galactic,
Desire to the best and to look fantastic!
Can you believe what a flower does?
It's something that wakes people, a buzz!
Inviting them to stop being so full of sour,
And now listen to me: you are the flower!
A flower, you are the flower!
by Florin Andronic - April 2014
Copyright © Florin Andronic | Year Posted 2015
In the beginning was void,
it made God annoyed.
He created the Space and the Sun.
He then made a place,
called ‘The World’ in this space.
Then he thought ‘now I’ll really have fun’.
He planted a garden,
then made him a man.
Then a woman to keep him amused.
And from a great height,
both by day and by night.
His creation he often perused.
Now you all know the tale,
but some thoughts must prevail
Who fathered the child of this pair.
For there must be the deed
of implanted the seed
And in God’s sight,.... would Adam dare.
Though under the tree
God just couldn’t see
And passion was hidden from sight.
God hearing a crunch
Thought Eve wanting lunch,
Had decided his apple to bite.
Yes, the snake got the blame
now drooping in shame
He now couldn’t stand and be firm.
For Eve had a bite
that sent quivers of fright
To the place where God wrapped up his sperm.
So it was a mistake
to think t’was the snake
That led our poor pair into sin.
But a passion in flower
that really turned sour
In excitement when snaky slid in!
Ivor G Davies
Copyright © Ivor Davies | Year Posted 2015
In light and shadow wherever I walk
Dismembered dialogues always stalk
Splattered life on leaves and flowers
Broken are our crystal hours
We are at a loss in this age of cheap blood
Where we will save our moon and bud
No point in looking to the church
We ourselves our ground besmirch
In light and dark we walk in fear
None to help the old King Lear
Everywhere an ice cold fear
Pest in all that we hold dear
But we are born not to sigh and die
Not to shudder frown and withdraw
We have kissed the orange of our sky
We have tasted your honey raw
Can we afford to get into the black hole
No, never, go to the music chorus
Says the bird from your rose bowl
Listen to the call of the changing lotus
Let’s try to discover fresh doors
Towards a sustained music of life
That may lead to another sunny shore
To squarely face our modern strife
Look there in the rise of ocean
Yours and mine joint religion
Let me feel your pulsating release
From the anxiety in my sky blue ease
July 19, 2016
Copyright © Probir Gupta | Year Posted 2016