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Details | Ode |

Ode To The Hydrangea

ODE TO THE HYDRANGEA

Misunderstood little Mophead,
They call her ‘Changing Rose’,
Her colour comes from the soil
And the acidity in which she grows.

Chorus:	Water in her name,
		Water in her veins.
		Blue Azorean stranger,
		Nothing rhymes with Hydrangea.

Graceful in the half-sun,
She turns pink with added lime.
At home in the Himalayas,
Found globally over time.

		Water in her name,
		Water in her veins.
		Blue Azorean stranger,
		Nothing rhymes with Hydrangea.

Not a flower but a shrub,
Grandiflora and Annabelle
Splash their petals radiant,
A most hardy perennial.

                Water in her name,
                Water in her veins.
                Blue Azorean stranger,
                Nothing rhymes with Hydrangea.

Copyright © Phil Capitano | Year Posted 2017


Details | Ode |

Ode to beauty-w

strophe

I stand on the snow covered mountain
Colorful vase of flowers
Slopes  with flower beds laden
I saw the snow lotus flowers
I asked, “Why are you all alone here?
Beauty is meant to be adored.
Should give yourself to somebody
Before your petals fall to dust soon, dear.
What if I crushed your petals, I asked
As at these heights, you are quite lonely”..

antistrophe

One of the flowers quickly responded
“I enjoy the shelter of blue skies.
I would be too glad
If you choose  to crush my petals
My fragrance will spread everywhere.
Fulfilling the purpose and duty
If destroyed, not admired.
By plucking my petals, remember
You won’t gather my beauty,
Beauty is to see, not to be plucked'.

epode

“O’ lotus, you teach wisdom to man
Praise her beauty, don’t destroy her. 
It is the gladdest thing under the sun
Touch a hundred flowers not pick ever”
O’ man, pluck not wayside flower even 
It is the traveler’s dowers.
Silently a flower blooms alone
And in silence it falls down
If I am worth many pleasures,
I think I am too few then”.

===================================
June 15, 2014
Form : Ode
First Place win in
Contest: My favorite poem by Carol Eastman
===================================
Form: Ode (the Homostrophic or Horatian Ode)
Rhyme scheme: ABABCDECDE (Ten lines)
Second place winner in
Contest: Ode sponsored by Jared Pickett

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
This is the  English Ode, also called the Homostrophic or Horatian Ode. 
The Romantic Ode often followed the Irregular Ode's structure 
and the Homostrophic Ode's meditative quality.
====================================

The poem also won the second place in the International Poetry
Contest of 2011 by Poetry Soup.
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Copyright © Dr.Ram Mehta | Year Posted 2010

Details | Ode |

Ode to my Front Porch Roses

Oh, bushes, which near my front porch bloom between the months of April and of May, when I see you greening, I can assume your petals’ unfurling is on the way! I leave for work one day not knowing when the magic I anticipate will be. I come back home that afternoon, and then small pretty heads of roses there I see! Bright rosy red are those that first appear. The ones named Blue come at a slower pace. Sweet yellow and peach-hued ones – all are dear! Such happiness you bring me with your grace. April 11, 2017 for Shadow Hamilton's Ode to Flower(s)Poetry Contest

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2017


Details | Ode |

Star Flower

In the twilight of suspended star thunder
where the waking jungle and broken Temple of tradition meet one another
she moves with a panthera prana, pranayama of precise paradise, air of spaceless pleasure,

A lavender Tigress of effortless enlightenment
seeking sensations on the edge of eternity's cremation, 
on her fingertips questions and answers dance to mudras of nimble demolition
as the triumph of truth blazes on the tip of her tongue's flavored amusement,
genetics of ginger helix she licks and sticks to the flesh of nude nirvana
limber in the moment of typeless titillation, 
becoming an animal of fearless asana,
a creature of chaos prowling along the heartbeat of karma,

Brahma made her beauty from the diamonds of a billion deceased roses,
the ascetics recognize her as a child of Kali, gorgeous and gruesome in vendetta, 
for the Brahmins she is a Mother of immeasurable mystery, a kiss on the eye of history,
worshipers whisper the wealth of her shameless and shapeless clarity, as charity of Parvati, 

Heirlooms of sun blood and moon love decorate the tender truth of her body,
a garden of webbing galaxies, catching the notions of novas her mandala,
rain romantic in flying fall, plucking the Ganges sitar her mantra,
the movement of melange madness through perfect passion her sutra,
poetry naked on the nerves of nascent love need is her tantra,
chakras uniting to recreate the uncreated color of consciousness, crown her aura,
as the lotus of love blooms blue, she dances on the fragrance of freedom -

J.A.B.

Copyright © Justin Bordner | Year Posted 2015

Details | Ode |

To a rose

Ah, sweet bonny flower face
That sits outside my door
Nodding in the eve time
Waking gently in the morn

Nothing so pretty as your pink-tipped petals
Nor as fragrant as you, my rose
Your very existence is poetry
Sprung up in a garden of prose

Ah, but my lacy lillies
Sigh enviously at your grace
And all my quiet pansies
Wish silently for your face

But only you are the queen of flowers
Beautiful now and forever more
You, sweet bonny flower face
Who sits outside my door.

Copyright © Anna Erickson | Year Posted 2012

Details | Ode |

The Last White Rose of Summer

I watched it as it was born in the drenching rains of spring, 
Cool condensation drops left over from winter's cold, 
As it grew and grew and finally petaled 
Into a white, but, quite young rose. 

As a child of youth, it swayed in spring and summer 
Breezes, winds and gales, heat and cold, 
Its petals enlarged and its fragrance became 
A daily delight to inhale whenever bumble bees had gone. 

Maturing, it grew beautifully, along with its siblings, 
Arrayed upon so many branches of its home, the rose bush tree, 
And provided me a diversion by its beauty from my daily 
Worries and concerns - and life's hustles and bustles. 

But alas, summer could not sustain itself beyond its appointed time 
And began fading into fall, that time of red, yellow, brown and golden leaves, 
Browning and dying tall grasses, shortening daylights and cooling evenings, 
Deep into this Indian summer, onward towards winter’s cold and snows. 

It gradually lost a pedal here, a pedal there, a pedal every other day 
And finally had but one white pedal left which I watched fall floatingly 
Down upon browned and yellowed grasses dying, leaving but its sprig 
Upon its home rose tree branch in September breezes. 

It had lived. It was bloomed and went through its cycle of days and months, 
Sunrises, sunsets, moon sets and moon rises of silver shines, 
Folks admiring its beauty and inhaling its stirring fragrances, as I had done, 
And in its time succumbed to natures laws of life and death. 

If it did nothing else, such as make a great discovery, climb Mt. Everest, 
Win Olympic gold medals, become pope in the Vatican, it did a greater thing 
In reminding me life is short; we must enjoy it now – it will be gone tomorrow 
 - This last white rose of summer. 

W.C.Hull © 2012-23-9-772 (D)

Copyright © W.C. Hull | Year Posted 2016

Details | Ode |

Ode to Spring

O, sweet silence of Spring,
maple seeds rain down and I am
entranced by music from the trees.
Inhaling the fresh mowed grass,
after the drone of the Cub Cadet
I wake myself with a sneeze.

O, sweet silence of spring.
Squirrel scampers building its nest, 
your winds scatter the dandelion.
Blessed you are with no prejudice
regarding weeds and “plants”
watering them all with oblivion.

O, sweet silence of spring,
your rest notes fill in the measures
of the birdsong, the day's invocation.
I rest my eyes on the beautiful 
colors of tulips and peonies, becoming
engrossed in thoughts of renewal.

May 6, 2017
an ode for contest by Broken Wings:  Form O, Only One (oblivious)
titled edited after contest was judged from  (Oblivious in Springtime)

Copyright © Reason A. Poteet | Year Posted 2017

Details | Ode |

Ode to the Crape Myrtle

O, beauty, blooming late under summer sun, 
unrestrained crape myrtle, indeed you are one
species I will allow blest freedom to run
in wild abandonment.

You alone grace my deck with expanse and height.
As the soft winds bid you to dance, I might
join beneath your limbs by chance and take flight,
floating to Shangri-La. 

I sense your trunk trembles when I take my shears
to prune your wint’ry skeleton. What appears
to be cruel, strengthens you throughout the years -
a blessing in disguise.

Your August glory magnifies my whole world
as your gorgeous, rosy pink blossoms unfurl
into a parasol. Your magical whirl 
hints of Mary Poppins. 

written April 6, 2017

Copyright © Reason A. Poteet | Year Posted 2017

Details | Rhyme |

Ode to the Cherry Blossom Tree

Pops of pink, sprays of white,
your canopy of petals shimmering with delight.
Blossoms that glow at night and fall all day,
catching the light in the most visceral way.
Sprays of new life and branches anew,
fragrant with joy and possibilities in the morning dew.
Every Spring we await your bloom,
Cherry Blossom Tree you are Spring's magical costume.

Copyright © B Marie Furcron | Year Posted 2015

Details | Ode |

Missing You

My love for you will flower
Even in the winter cold
Every minute, every hour
As days with you unfold

The shimmer of your grace
Even in the darkest night
Rays of beauty from your face
Touch my heart's delight

Elegance to fascinate
And blow my cares away
Radiance to captivate
And shine in every way

Wisdom and devotion
So knowing and so dear
Courage like an ocean
To wash away a tear

Longing for the touch of you
Reaching in my dream
Madly falling, straight and true
Like raindrops in a stream

Vivid thoughts of holding you
My arms around you tight
Push me on when I feel blue
And through each lonely night

Copyright © Mike Martin | Year Posted 2016

Details | Ode |

THE LONELY LITTLE FLOWER

 
I was walking alone in my
garden, like I do every day,
I go to say ‘hello’, to the lonely
flower – to see if it’s okay.
To see it looking depressed,
is more than I can take,
It just needs a darn good
friend – before it does awake.
 
I’ll see what I can do to help
this flower smile,
A little company is all it wants –
then it will all spout out a mile!
In the garden on its own – no
sign of life is there,
But this just isn’t good enough,
I have to show I care.
 
I see a little butterfly, flying oh
so freely,
I give it a little wave, and it
smiles so very gleefully.
It flies around so gaily, like it is
in love,
As the lonely little flower, does
suddenly look above.
 
The look it gives that butterfly,
is definitely of love,
While the happy butterfly flies,
magically above.
I know a friendship when I see
one – and I see one here,
The excited little butterfly flies
ever near.  
 
The butterfly races on and
gathers up more speed,
While, all the little flower
sees – is the boring little
weed!
But suddenly something
happens – something quite
amazing,
The rain and the sun get
together, and help the
flower start singing!
 
Wow! What a sound. What
a feast of magic –
The sun and the rain have
given life to a flower – it truly
is fantastic.
This little shy flower blooms
up with head held very high,
And when the amazing butter-
fly sees this – it too decides to
try?
 
Oh my goodness, the magic of
nature,
But I have no camera, this
magic I want to capture?
This once lonely flower, is a
very happy flower,
As both the flower and the
butterfly live aside together.
 
What a scene this really is,
so perfect in every way –
A little, lonely flower, who’s
depression has now gone away.
Thanks to that little butterfly,
which helped a little flower,
They now live very happily - 
in the magic garden together.          
 
 
THE END
 
BY
DARRYL ASHTON         
 
         
      



Copyright © Darryl Ashton | Year Posted 2014

Details | Ode |

A Letter To Rose

A Letter To Rose

Hello Rose,

I know that you have questions and have missed me as much as I am missing you. I do not like excuses, but there really is a good reason for my infrequent visits. Of course there are others, like Tulip and Lillie to whom I must give my attention;but you know that I treasure and favor you above all other flowers in my garden.

I know that this summer has been very hard on you, but there’s nothing I can do. As you know, we have been in a drought for the past three years and counting. My once green lawn that must now tolerate brown, is longing for more water; but the authorities require that we water lawns and gardens only twice a week.

I know how you must feel, and I am so sorry to have to treat you this  way.
I feel your pain, and it makes me so sad inside. It makes me cry that your external beauty no longer shows; but yet, I love you no less, because your true beauty is deeper than the sea.  In a little while, you will blossom again for me.

It hurts me that I can’t smell your sweet fragrance nor feast on your  loveliness. Your beautiful colors of red, white, and purple, no longer embrace my front yard; nor do  they grace my living room.

However,  the weather people are predicting a wet winter that could improve things!  I hope so, because I will cut back your branches, allowing you to grow new ones.  And come late Winter and early Spring, you will burst force in splendor and elegance.
11072015 PS Contest, Ode To Flower (s), Hamilton;( PS Contest, Second Chance, by Broken Wings")

Copyright © curtis johnson | Year Posted 2015

Details | Ode |

Ode To Lilies


"O Yellow Lily! You smilingly bloom
   Early in the morning in my terrace garden,
In a jiffy, you take away all gloom,
   Tell me, in front of you, can any heart harden?"
"O White Lily! What makes your face to brighter shine?
    What do you nod at behind my kitchen window?
       How do you dress so beautifully every morn?
 Lovely your visage, each detail crafted so fine,
    My heartbeat, seeing you, reaches a crescendo,
       I write to thank you, my heart's with happiness torn."

"O poet! I bloom where God has placed me,
   Bursting at crack of dawn, just as He tells me to,
If on seeing me, your gloom turns to glee,
   That's all His doing, I'm just a lily for you."
"O dear friend! I've learned to enjoy my life, it's short,
   To God, my Creator, I'm nodding back my thanks,
      For He clothes me majestic, though I'm mere flora,
 Here today, gone tomorrow, I bud to exhort -
   Live without worries, He'll provide from His rich banks,
      Thank God if you would, shine for Him each aurora."
           
           Even the lovely lilies of the field
           Remember to praise God, how then can I forget?
           As long as I live, my lips can't be sealed,
           Great lessons I have learnt from these lilies I met.


04/11/17




1st stanza- Strophe  
2nd stanza- Antistrophe 
3rd stanza- Epode

Rhyme scheme: abab cdecde, abab cdecde, abab
Syllable count : 1st and 2nd stanzas: 10 12 10 12 12 12 12 12 12 12
                        3rd stanza: 10 12 10 12


Copyright © Jo Daniel | Year Posted 2017

Details | Ode |

Demons in the code

Petals rained down,
softly littering 
the warm dewy ground,
a thousand dead headed roses,
harvested from the
scythes remorseless swing,
I see a future, 
where human tribalism can be conquered
and it is up to human ingenuity
and science to realise this dream,
so roses can be allowed to grow,
intertwined in each-others arms,
stretching high into the air,
blooming majestically,

but we must be allowed to trust each-other,
for that trust to be made worthy of,
and for that changes have to be made,
because division is in the blood,
the green beard effect a evolutionary imperative,
passed down from our amoeba ancestors, 
over a billion years ago,

and so painful is it, 
to have reached a point, 
where we have outgrown are own biology,
like a hermit crab must outgrow it's shell,

but how do we move forward from this,
drugs, stem cell research, what's the answer,
we could be as one tribe,
a family of billions, 
if it wasn't for one lousy piece of code 
written into our program,
sexism, racism, class and xenophobia, 
could all be a thing of the past,
we could live as equals and none would go hungry,
if it wasn't for these demons, 
lurking within our genes,
but still we must look forward. 

Petals rained down,
softly littering 
the warm dewy ground,
a thousand dead headed roses,
harvested from the
scythes remorseless swing,
I see a future, 
where human tribalism can be conquered
and it is up to human ingenuity
and science to realise this dream,
so roses can be allowed to grow,
intertwined in each-others arms,
stretching high into the air,
blooming majestically.

Copyright © Oliver Gould | Year Posted 2015

Details | Ode |

Ode to Flowers

I. Oh, my dahlias you whisper as the morning arises, and I awake in awe from your new day’s dew, my magnolias center around my hotas in delight- My flowers bring many beautiful surprises, nothing is more perfect than the sight of the picture of my hydrangeas of blue. I am renewed by your spectacular view, even under the early moonlight. II. Oh, my peonies of pink and purple heathers in the rain, sweet amaryllis brings a remarkable sight to see- Chrysanthemums bloom in yellow, for Spring is here, as my field of daisies spread in the terrain. A chartreuse leaflet I see a crimson tulip carry, and as the day moves, my rose gently wipes a tear- Fresh water lilies resound like a whispering fairy, bringing beauty to the tomb of my late aunt Lorraine. Ode to Flowers April 11, 2017

Copyright © Laura Loo | Year Posted 2017

Details | Ode |

Ode to the Andante

ODE TO THE ANDANTE 

(Hum along, Mozart's Andante, -Elvira Madigan's theme-or dream!

Sunshine
and
Warming breeze.
A rose garden,
Rolling hills,
Mozart's Andante.
Clarity,
Inhale,
as we
are seated,
fragrances
Scented perfumes,
Velvet blooms,
Vivid displays,
Mozart's Andante.
Endless
Afternoons,
So sublime,
Mozart's 
Andante.

Copyright © Julie Grenness | Year Posted 2015

Details | Ode |

Ode to Azaleas

		
		
				
				No work or worry is required of me.
				
				You grace my yard year after year--
				               ravishing red,
                                               pleasing pink,
				         and wondrous white.

				You thrive--but only briefly--
                                despite gusting winter-like		
				winds and floods.
 
				Your appealing petals steal my
				attention from the spellbinding
				novel I hold while resting 
				on the porch.

				Your flourishing blooms
				are destined to diminish and 
                                die by mid-April, so I will
                                gratefully enjoy you 
                                while I can!
				

posted April 5, 2016, as an Anacreontic verse--revised March 30, 2017
				

Copyright © Janice Canerdy | Year Posted 2016

Details | Ode |

By Any other Name

  Your sweet allure seduces butterflies in flight
   Thy beauty charms the dew of dawn
 Your fragrance is such sweet delight
 To your bouquet lovers are drawn
 
With each color that adorns you
 Your beauty remains unmatched
 Each color has a meaning too;
  Purity, if adorned in white 
  You bestow friendship with yellow hues
 Joy thrives in petals pink
 In any hue your beauty never shrinks
 Red bouquet means love is true
 Love by any other name, is you
 
   3/30/17
 
 

Copyright © Joseph May | Year Posted 2017

Details | Ode |

Ode to Maggie

Today I whispered my fears to you --
Wrapped my arms around your hard body
Scales tickling the underside of my arms
You've been keeping my secrets 
     since I was ten
You were barely as big as I 
     now behemoth 
You can almost touch the sky
Reach right up and greet the sun for me
I bury treasures at your feet --
Dig down deep into the earth 
Careful not to tap a single root
You've been the protector of my bounty
     for your entire life
What knowledge you bear, all for a little girl

In gratitude, as proof of Your love 
     You present to me
          One perfect white blossom

Copyright © Lori Carlson | Year Posted 2013

Details | Ode |

Ode To A Cactus Flower

Rare desert jewel, you flower with ease
among those many thorny leaves. 
Your fearless petals open wide
to touch the sun up in the sky.

My beauty mocks my prickly cage
entrapped within its imprisoned stage.
How brief my budding glory shines
a resplendent bloom with lovely lines.

So bold, you awake the desert scene
with brilliant colors unforeseen.
A floral enchantress, that you are
a mesmerizing wild star.



Written on 3/29/2017




Copyright © Laura Leiser | Year Posted 2017

Details | Blank verse |

Ode to flower growing in a crack in the wall

When you believe your flowering plant
is dead
it isn't dead.
Instead
it scatters seed
in secret
and plants a bloom
in another room.

Copyright © Nola Perez | Year Posted 2016

Details | Ode |

To a Flower

O flower in my garden,
You are wilting today,
But I will you pardon
As you fight the sun's ray.
You have been a beauty
As everyone notes...
You have shown us your petals
And done fair your duty,
Though you're now for the goats,
So be on your mettle.

Copyright © Julia Ward | Year Posted 2015

Details | Lyric |

The ode to my wilting Flower

Little sibling don't you weep
We'll be together again some day
Close your eyes;go to sleep
It'll all soon be o.k
The longing for you stabbed me deep
Very soon I'll be on your way...
For us to be together like the old golden days
Now don't you fear,don't you cry,wipe those tears off your face
I have th faith that everything will soon go back to place
Mama wants you to be an ace
Make her smile;prove the world that you're not a broken vase
Face the sky, worship God
He's our most devoted guard
United or apart we will forever be...
Part of our family
With our blood in pain
Together,we will surely stop this rain
And all of us will once again
Live in harmony in our torn domain
Aunt, mom, our cousins and dad
Always wanted us to have the life they never had
Their past was very sad
But they brought us up well, for that,we must be glad
Thou the family is torn apart
The hope for a better future will never leave my heart
Aunt always said:"The good day will come"
So let's be on the guard for the rise of that morning's sun.
 
-----------
S. Nuno Pereira
nun3ca©

Copyright © Stefanus Nuno Pereira | Year Posted 2012

Details | Ode |

Ode to Flowers

Ode to Flowers Praise to our God for such as one of these, raised forth to give out beauty in the sun. A throng of glories basking in the breeze, the flower kingdom’s parade has begun. So many times, we seek their eye appeal, to warm the heart and send a song of love, or scent a room with sweet morbidity. Their rainbow colors fill our lives with zeal. A precious gift endowed from up above, a field of flowers, waving like the sea. With petals soft and nature's own perfume, their fleeting beauty must be caught and loved. For all too soon some fade in heat of June, unless a sterner constitution made of. The honeybee migrates in morning rounds. At night in spring their ether fills the air. A flower trembles to the beat of life, lifting spirits that have sunken down, spreading seeds of like kind for the next year. God bless them all like the hyssop loosestrife. 3/29/17

Copyright © Janis Thompson | Year Posted 2017

Details | Ode |

Ode to Lily

On our disparitive continuum 
when after dusk the dawn is flowering
and skies aglow in rose chrysanthemum
have scattered banished darkness, cowering;

And when the silver drizzled fingerlings
traipse slippy streaks upon our timid hold
of dimpled melodies the robin sings
beneath an ever blinking marigold;

In oscillation then returns a choice
between relinquished self or dim retorts
where fools admonish rain and wise rejoice
reflective puddles pooled on tennis courts;

Since by the day is night from whence the day,
and by the morning clouds a midday rain -
in either or exists enough to say
that by the by for none should one complain;

For when tomorrow reigns and shadows clear,
while through replenished streams fresh water flows,
what babbles life in dawn ‘til stars appear
is that by which my daughter Lily grows;

And though at times unsmooth, my pendulum
will always sway by her empowering;
the brightest light on my continuum 
whose love brought back a father, cowering.

4/7/2017

Copyright © Phillip Garcia | Year Posted 2017

Details | Haiku |

MY ode to the Netherlands - Goeie moarn Fresia

radiant sun shines
laurel of meadow sage glows
fragrant flowers rise
across swooning bay
voice settled in the woodland
good morning Fresia
a lullaby flew
In the Morra nightingales
dancing in the trees
1/13/2014

Copyright © John Beam | Year Posted 2014

Details | Ode |

Marigold

Mary, Mary, Mary, with your golden brown eyes and blood red passionate heart big enough to love a cruel world

A deep encapsulating emotion you give me when I see thee

Every time I see you I leave my heart behind hoping you will pick it up

So we can be together and I can let my red tears of heartache fall into your heavenly hands 

To soil the earth and warn everyone that love isn’t easy but it’s more than worth it when its genuine

Mary, Mary, Mary, there was never one more precious, soft, that feels reminiscent of what paradise looks like

Mary, Mary, Mary, each golden rose pedal mixed with just the right amount of red apples sin

To compliment your wild but at the same time sophisticated style

I never tire from the sight of you dreaming so much being next to you doesn’t even seem real

I never exhaust from lying next to you in this wild field of a world under the stars

Your burnt October lips stick to me and leave loves mark

While I pick each pedal apart

Scattering your flowers love pedals with the wind

Mary, Mary, Mary worth more than gold and more beautiful than the flower better yet she is the flower

p.s. but does she love me or love me not…

Copyright © Post Script | Year Posted 2016

Details | Ode |

Ode to a Pansy

So small and insignificant
in the prized and lovely park,
yet you dwell throughout the winter
in this lonely part of Sark.

Yet you tower in my fancy,
as if you are a plant so tall.
I cannot put it down to drink...!
You are the smallest flower of all.

Here you are, so wonderful -
bright mauve, and white, and red.
I'm dizzy with your colors bold...
I need to take to bed.


---------------------------------------

4/5/2017

Contest  - Ode to Flower(s)

Sponsor - Shadow Hamilton

5th place win in Premiere Contest





Copyright © Julia Ward | Year Posted 2017

Details | Ode |

Ode to Flowers


                       Ode to Flowers

                                        Oh! Dear! My dear flower!
                                        Best Beauty of Nature.
                                         Fragrance! Added wonder.

                                      Soft light so pure.
                                      Sweet lovely lure.

                                    Great grand Gardenia.
                                    Pleasing Petunia.

                                  Chrysanthemum!
                                   Alarming charm.

                                   Blooming Lotus!
                                    Nice! Marvelous!

                                      Jolly Jasmine!
                                      Just superfine!
    
                                  Snowdrop snow white!
                                  Soft shy but bright.

                                  Cute Camellia!
                                  Mild Magnolia.

                                Dazzling Dahlia.
                              Glistening Zinnia.

                           Blazing Flamboyant.
                           Brilliant vibrant.
  
                          
                          Whom to ignore?
                          Whom to explore?
                          Each I adore.

                          But when she came close,
                          I had to propose.
                          Nothing but I chose
                           The scarlet red ROSE!

                          Oh! Dear flowers! my best love!
                          greatest honor you deserve.   
 04/06/17

      Ode to Flower(s) Contest by Shadow Hamilton

                                                                                                                                                 

Copyright © Anisha Dutta | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |

An Ode to Birth and Death

Darkness ended, Winter released her icy grip; budding crystals soon began to drip.

The Earth then tendered, its surface filled with life; Spring now wed to Summer, the
radiant rays piercing the frozen skies.

But Beauty gives way to Destruction and forests turn to tinder.

Here lies the crossroads, an Ode to Birth and Death.

A flower that slowly bloomed left stranded now in late Spring, scorched by Summer’s rays,
but oh its beauty still remains.

It lives on desolate ground. A mind unfolded, it's heart retouched.

And at last outlasted a depression that once did rule. And you the fair Demise, how will
you compromise? When we together win the prize.

Flailing futilely in a sea of lies; the Fountain of Youth was found, its waters tainted.

Perhaps it’s best not to toy with Life and Death.

The Seasons unwillingly shifting, the Sun now in full bloom, and the flower starts to wilt;

Beautiful, as death begins to set, while Summer touched the Earth.

Petals fall away like tear drops on the skin, and light penetrates in a wonderful array.

Ever growing heat, now begins to drain them of life, while petals turned to dust, carried
away in gusts.

Together fertilized, yet unaware, it only dares to bring about despair.

Death gives back again to Life; an early end to a late start.

A new beginning comes from dust and decay, as the Summer sun now fades away.

The burning skies teaming with gray.

Death takes a new form; white, blinding, crushing and consuming.

Oh but gorgeous it remains, In time, life grows again,

Coming from the wastes of a flower that late bloomed.Yet life anew begins too soon.

In Winter’s last grasp, her touch did drain, when frozen ashes did remain;

Here is life’s penultimate breath, the greatest Ode to Birth and Death.

Copyright © Mathew McKelvey | Year Posted 2010