A broken heart
who humbly cries
As the flames began melting
tears hidden under the seabed
Sizzling hot a trail
sparkles into the night sky
love comes in colors
that kisses burn passion
Following your starlight flooding
memories are forever made pure
Even if you are not here
I can feel your warm breath
Winking to the soul dream of dreams
Together we can build a future palace
one without fear and pain
Destiny will be eternities shooting arrow
Catching many rainbow on our roads path
Cupid strikes flying saucers land in your space
wondering if things will ever be the same again
Captivating an angel strums tugging heartstrings
Do you hear still the melody
to the most beautiful song playing
Warmly exploring deeply touching tunes
Covering the bed with rose petals
Music plays a heartfelt chant sighs
I miss you dearest flower forever more
just like the desert misses rain
Whispers held on a cloud of breath beautiful
A Collaborated Poem
Anne-Lise Andresen and Liam Mc Daid
Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2016
Visions of a way forward
raising the curtains dream magic
stepping into the spotlight view
captivating under a harvest moon
Rocked in the cradle of thoughts
your the flower sweetly awakening
deeply flames warmly embrace sunshine beams
growing beautiful rose petals tenderly touch deeply
When I trace your heart's echo
kissing this soul softly within dewdrops
weeping starlight tears of a breathless sigh
where the sunbeams dance with brilliance
Golden inside your rays honey
deliciously lights up priceless perfect
holding the breath for a moment love
our time shining purely unique sharing
Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2016
She was looking my way, I had nothing to say,
Though I'd dreamed that this day would transpire;
With her beaux all around, why would she look at me
With such interest and playful desire?
She was heading my way, what on earth would I say
To the prettiest girl in the town?
And how could I bear all her sunshiny hair
Or her eyes, speckled golden and brown?
I thought, "This is the one! Mercy, here comes the sun!
If I stare, I shall surely be blind:
Though I be somewhat plain, if she choose to remain
I'd be last in the county to mind."
Then my eyes turned away as she sweetly did say
Pretty phrases I cannot recall;
And I mumbled replies, though they might have been lies,
Since I cannot remember at all.
Of that bright day in May but one thing I can say,
She was dressed in a soft yellow gown;
'Twas a lemony hue that was buttery too,
And with eight shiny pearls buttoned down.
Then I asked if she'd dance at the Cunningham's manse,
At the ball on the fourteenth of June;
She replied, "Oh, how good! Yes, I certainly would;
And I hope I shall talk to you soon."
What a wonderful day! Still with nothing to say
I just whistled an old happy tune;
Having primrosy dreams of sweet peaches and cream
As I counted the hours of June.
(Written February 12, 2014)
Copyright © Isaiah Zerbst | Year Posted 2014
Beside a gilded wall of white a dainty bench is resting;
Victorian accents swirl about the ornate room, providing
An elegance, a beauty in each line and curve, attesting
To cultured tastes and upscale life, and hours spent deciding
What shapes and colors best would suit the airy, springtime feeling:
But looking closely, something there upon the bench reposes,
A lady's fan and soft kid gloves, their jumbled state revealing
What hasty movements cast them all aside when fragrant roses
Arrived in state with baby's breath, and some white note, nigh hidden
In bursting blooms of rainbow hue, by unknown hands delivered:
And having noted thus, the eye could not but roam unbidden
To she who holds the rose bouquet, to she who slightly shivered
With thoughts that youths so oft imagine, thoughts that made her giddy
And blushed her cheeks the color of the rosy dress cascading
With lacy ruffles from her shoulders, looking just as pretty
As her face, which looks for all the world like roses never fading;
Two lips like shiny cherries, or the poppies that she tends to,
Complexion like a creamy rose with hints of pink surrounding
The fragile outer curling of its leaves; brown eyes that send you
A warm, quick-spreading feeling, like the first hot sunrays bounding
Thro' seas of blue to make the greengrass grow. Now look, she's taking
The little note from out among the stems; perhaps with quiet
And careful steps the message could be read; I have to try it.
"My dearest Rose, I never could imagine so befitting
A name for one who does resemble all that man finds charming
In lovely blossoms: beauty surely, grace as they are flitting
In breezes sweet of scent, and frailty, which I find disarming;
So here's a gift no prettier and sweet than you. Sincerely,
A man that loves you more than you could know.
Quatrains of decapentasyllabic verse followed by a single line of iambic pentameter.
Written by Isaiah Zerbst. Published for the first time January 26, 2015.
Copyright © Isaiah Zerbst | Year Posted 2015
On the island of Comino
Naked rocks are burning hot,
Without mercy, sun at midday
Robs the shade from every spot.
It’s a bare desolate area,
Here the snakes are free to crawl,
Lazy lizards meditating
Where the gnarled wild bushes sprawl.
I trudge on towards the inlet
Drawn by water cyan blue;
It’s deserted and inviting
For it’s known only to few.
I arrive and there to greet me
On dry sand a wondrous sight
I behold, sensual, alluring
Virgin flowers dressed in white.
*Comino is one of the islands that
form the Maltese Archipelago.
22nd January, 2015
Contest: Hidden Beauty
Sponsor: Rhonda Johnson-Saunders
Copyright © Paul Callus | Year Posted 2015
She bent softly over the smooth water
Her fingers gently caressing the blue
A peony clasped to her bosom
Its petals soft and pink and true...
The artist captured this brief moment
Brush strokes telling us their story
The maiden ripe for the time of love
The peony clothed in peaceful glory...
Ancient blossom so full bodied
Yet delicate in scent and grace
A flower captured in Asian legends
With bowing head and subtle face.
For the flower contest..
Copyright © Barbara Gorelick | Year Posted 2010
Though it seems like petals fell by the wind
But actually the flower pushed them out
One by one they would fall from the flower
But somehow the wind seemed to know no doubt
Soon as the petals came loose the wind blew
Carried them far in the air, so privileged
But the flower held firm to those last few
It wasn’t letting the wind gain leverage
But as the petals came loose, and wind blows
Petals would dance a special loving dance
Sometimes two would intertwine twice as strong
Flowing was second nature like a trance
Powers of the flower outweigh the wind
But the petals when free get a joy ride
No matter the petal, wind will get you
Free to flow down, nature you must abide
Entrant into Gail Angel Doyle's "Petals In The Wind" contest
Copyright © Russell Sivey | Year Posted 2013
If love could have a color, I suppose
it wouldn’t be just any common shade.
I’d name it for the colors of the rose.
In heaven’s hues this flower is arrayed!
From chaste love’s hush of pink to heady rush
that’s shown by cardinal or crimson red,
the rose reveals the grades of ardor’s blush
unto the time it’s thought that passion’s fled.
But in the tint of amaranth, the fire
endures; in purple deep it can transcend,
while yellow blooms in bliss that does not tire,
and white’s fidelity will have no end.
Like flowers, we as mortals all will die.
But memories, which our lives are full of,
live on like roses' hues in our mind's eye,
and in each bright color, the rose is love.
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2016
Blue petals of a forget-me-not
resting upon a marble headstone,
with this image weighing on my heart
I play my violin all alone.
Looking out of place amidst white rock
a blue as vivid as crimson blood,
rebuffs the paling pallor of death
with a promise conveyed in its bud.
The icy hand of fear grips my heart
shrouded in a cerulean hew,
as callused fingers caress the strings
lamenting the love I feel for you.
Grief resonates within every note
sending sad tears dribbling down my cheeks,
as I evoke lasting memories
granting my soul the comfort it seeks.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2017
I see your work budding,
like a flower each new day.
Slowly blooming more and more,
bringing color to a time that’s gray.
Your colorful petals are amazing,
the way you reflect the sun.
And your beauty still remains,
after the beauty of the day is done.
For your work radiates,
here on Poetry Soup.
We are all poetic flowers;
part of a big garden group.
I am writing this poem,
to the poetic flower you are.
You glisten each new day,
from way, way, afar.
If life was a big garden,
a flower you would be.
With flourished poetic petals,
named the Rose of Poetry.
For Belinda Parish
a fellow souper for her
Copyright © Raul Moreno | Year Posted 2009
Hillsides shimmer in summer's golden fire
as marmalade sun dawns on poppied slopes.
I run with Monarch butterflies higher
barefoot in honey with tangerine hopes.
I hear the butter chirp of a warbler's song
and smile at God's creative citrine zest.
While I inhale the gold-coined sun, I long
for the Monarch's dappled orange vest--
If only I could shed my morose shades
and pluck the redly poppies off his grave;
I could be one with this saffron parade,
embrace euphoria, live the colors I crave.
Hillsides of valor: once I held his quest.
Now I turn to ruby poppies and I scorn,
but at myself or all in us that's best.
I cannot change the past nor can I mourn
a past I cannot change. But on this hill
I feel the poppies in their sherbert folds;
they lilt like orange butterflies and fill
life with sunrise, the beauty Monarchs hold.
Copyright © Dale Gregory Cozart | Year Posted 2017
Roses are red,
violets are blue,
this flower bed,
is just for you.
Among the stone,
and in the mud,
a flower shone,
a beautiful bud.
It grew so tall,
proud and strong,
it learned all,
right and wrong.
Giving it water,
and warm sun,
your only daughter,
learned about fun.
Mommy come see,
look what I did,
now I can be,
a grownup kid.
This flower bed,
is just for you,
with roses, red,
and violets, blue.
Happy Mother's Day, Mom!
Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2014
Your beauty is like an everlasting fresh sunflower
On scorching days, it relentlessly grows brighter
It blooms and shines in all seasons
Spreading smiles and hope for those who’re forlorn
April 12, 2014
Sharing with you a simple poem I wrote last year and to greet everyone a wonderful day! Biggest hug!
Copyright © Galeo DS | Year Posted 2015
My house has a bay window, quite special
It overlooks my great flower garden
Beauty shines where the moon carries along
No piece of the flowers is a burden
Nightfall enlightens the flowers out there
From the bay window I can see the light
Touching the flowers calmly and with peace
I sigh with contentment to view this sight
I finish my drink and turn to go back
When I glanced right at some fireflies around
I smile at this beautiful scene with joy
The whole picture is a wondrous surround
Copyright © Russell Sivey | Year Posted 2014
Springtime greenness life release
Bluebonnets grow high
Sweetness entanglement tastes
Kiss on purple sky
Yesterdays bloom colors fade
Tailored vision dines
Seeds rising to magical
Bath liquid sunshine
Andrea Dietrich's poetry form The 7/5 Trochee with Rhyme Scheme a/b/c/b**
Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2015
Choral gladioli in formal circles,
Standing awkward beneath the pines’
Shade - their pinks and purples
Gasping in the gloom for sunshine.
Immersed in a happy crowd mustered
Around them - dandelions in masses
Like children in unruly jostling clusters,
A natural attraction - yellow dresses
Dancing to the music of the breeze,
Laughing and touching heads,
Fast growing, well rooted - at ease:
They want to be here, they‘re glad.
Gladioli are ordered there in rings
Rendering songs an outsider sings
In unheeding dandelion territory.
Written 27 July 2014
(I wrote this when watching the formal beds of flowers
in a somewhat overgrown garden in the city.)
Copyright © Sidney Beck | Year Posted 2014
Gentle moonlight,oh fragrance sweet
With tulips you enthrall
And drench an evening's flame, complete
Beneath your misty call.
Skyscape lends magical delight
To twirl upon the dew
Adorning petals laced in white
As glassy tints imbue.
Under the clouds' ivory beams
Where stars dangle in space
My dream catcher's fancy redeems
The joy of buds' embrace.
And never will this scene be lost
While I here guard the heap
Of tulips’ pearled frills, well embossed
Immaculate like sleep.
Favorite Flower Contest
Sponsor: Nayda Ivette Negron
Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2014
The African Diaspora was when flowers were trapped & caged
Each day I think and wanted to see them free
I see why... Your African beauty deserves to be picked
I realize that its just a figment of my imagination that their creation is truly magnificent.
Copyright © Kamal Al-Adil | Year Posted 2013
Incredibly fast and yet so tiny
Dressed in feathers that refract the sunlight
Radiating such colourful beauty
Producing a true birdwatcher's delight
Suspending a living feathery mass
Wings beating at eighty times per second
Create a blur which for a short time lasts
Then in an instant later it is gone
Busily sipping each flower's nectar
As you rapidly flit from bloom to bloom
Viewing you in your glorious splendour
Chases away any feelings of gloom
A true master of acrobatic flight
Forward, backward and even upside down
What a marvellous captivating sight
Leaving the viewer speechless and spellbound
All bedecked in luminescent feathers
Blessed with a spectacular flying mode
Radiating such beautiful colours
That is the magic of the hummingbird
Trinidad, my native island, is also called the “Land of the Hummingbird” because more than sixteen different species of hummingbird have been recorded on the island.
The indigenous Native Americans, the Arawaks, named the island, "Iere", which, in their language, means "Land of the Hummingbird".
Two hummingbirds are shown on the island's coat of arms.
Copyright © john beharry | Year Posted 2015
I’m a little flower
Being seared by the sun
My petals are now wilting
My life is almost done
I’m a little flower
My colors are fading fast
I’m parched to the core
And yet you move on passed
You water other flowers
Little sprinkles you give me
While I struggle to hold on
My beauty for you to see
I’m a little flower
That you once called divine
Now you have lost interest
I’m no longer glorious...fine
I’m a little flower
You’ve neglected for a while
But I’m still struggling on
Longing to see your smile…
I’m a little flower
This is my final plea
Remember my first bloom
Promise to revive me
Oh, water me, my love
My petals now caress
I’ll open as before
unfurled by tenderness
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2016
In the meadow, weeds flowering
By a cluster of old shade trees
Make a lovely scene attracting
Some butterflies and honey bees
Butterflies sipping each flower
Flit happily from bloom to bloom
Flaunting their wings of gossamer
Giving each other lots of room
Several colours of the rainbow
Painted on their gossamer wings
Put on a brilliant colour show
Such a happy feeling it brings
Bees also join in the feasting
Imbibing each flower's nectar
Doing so with joyful humming
In their role as honey maker
Weed flowers are in Nature's brood
Springing up where ever they please
They assist in providing food
For butterflies and honey bees
Copyright © john beharry | Year Posted 2014
She blinks like citrine glazed along hillsides,
Dahlia of midnight flaunts without guilt
As palette of amber strokes lustrous glides ;
To waltz evening with her bohemian lift.
Flow, flow while petals spread their vibrant blooms
On April's mural , those lips dare to tease...
Her contours trailing with velour costumes
Wildly ablaze, to ride on spring’s trapeze.
This ambrosial drift which shines ,which glows
From heaven’s mold granting dahlia's trance
Enchanting a whirl, my shade of yellows...
Like me, she curls into a floral dance!
Rick Parise's Contest:
Each one of us has His
or Her own Flower of Attraction
~ A dahlia symbolizes spontaneity,
tender wildness, and adventure.
Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2016
~A Most Beautiful Spring Day~
(Quatrain By Letters)
The most beautiful day has come again
There's so much for us to be thankful for
The butterflies & bees fly after the rain
There's so many more wonderful things in store.
The hummingbirds get fed from flowers
The air is so very nice and mild today
The spring season can bring lots of showers
The children go out and some play all day.
Tending the garden a nice thing to do
Trees and plants all turn green and grow
The sky is clear and so wonderfully blue
There's much enchantment in spring and that's so!
Dorian Petersen Potter
'Quatrain by Letters' is a style created by Erich J. Goller.
Copyright © Dorian Petersen Potter | 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 them say
to smell the roses on your way,
Recall the fairy in my sniffer
And know that my advice may differ.
Copyright © The Grahamburglar | Year Posted 2015
The wildflower begins its life as a seed
Within itself it contains all it will need
Along with the rain and the sun to feed
To become something we can't it will succeed
For despite the problems that around them lie
The wildflower stays beautiful as time goes by
Not realizing we no longer stop to see
Or care anymore how fragile they can be
They continue to fill the air with their sweet perfume
But as time goes by we give them less and less room
More concrete and cities in their path now loom
I'm afraid their future could hold some serious gloom
So as down this road of life you race
The next time you happen upon a place
Where wildflowers put a smile on your face
Take the time to stop and pick yourself a vase!
Copyright © Donna Jones | Year Posted 2013
I see you lying in the grass
your sensitivity showing.
And, with each breath of gentle breeze
you blush, as your leaves are closing.
Your sensitivity showing
to all who share your carefree dreams.
When twilight sets your hair aglow,
you melt, in shadowy moon beams.
And, with each breath of gentle breeze
My love for you grows ever more.
As you secret yourself from me,
my tender feelings you ignore.
You blush, as your leaves are closing
tightly against the whispered wind,
as if you held beneath your green
secret thoughts of amorous sin.
Copyright © James Inman | Year Posted 2015
Petunias share shades of blue
with velvet centers gilded gold.
And white stripes enhance every hue
painting petals strikingly bold.
Roses boast scented scarlet swirls
with crimson centers at their hearts.
And beautiful magenta curls
that exceed the sum of their parts.
Tulips mimic majestic bells
glazed in colors from plum to fawn.
And their waxen beauty excels
in tints only nature can spawn.
Daffodils form trumpets mellow
with green pistils cinnamon crowned.
And stamen toped golden yellow
where nuggets of pollen abound.
Flowers are natures living gems
a plethora of colored light.
And in clusters or single stems
they’ll adorn my dreams tonight.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015
Red roses you have sent
Your favorite flower and mine
A plane ticket brings us together
In a short amount of time
Stars align just for us
Very often you do say
Treasures in a secret box
I protect them everyday
Combination of Three Words Contest Sponsored by Laura Loo
#3 - A secret box, your favorite flower, a plane ticket
Copyright © Susan Gentry | Year Posted 2015
I think we are ment
To be together source of light
Give me one hour
of your precious time
I will give you
a brand new life
As this earth changes around
growing inside our union
is clear cut diamond
as you command
the rising deep ocean waves
I warmly salted them with spices
As they rise and fall calming ocean breaths
loving your beauty
Turning the wheel
steering this ship
blowing in one direction sings
I hunger your love
Source of each other
Can be found a million miles away
we feast at the alter of purity
With wings we fly together from the final table
Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2016
A boundless smile, there is beauty to behold
Toward serene and luminous field adds more flowers in gold
But its on golden moonbeams I take my flight
For the caress of your fragrant petals of white
As a butterfly slides slowly on the winds
Like the numberless pictures and sounds in minds
I catch your scent upon the breeze
A fragrance of seductive tease
A painting impresses my mind, the setting sun
Painted in colors of such beauty, her rays are spun
But I come to you as Luna's lullaby
A dulcet melody in the night sky
I swirl around your aura, my beautiful flower
Unable to resist your enchanting power
The future with you, each and every day nearest
To the rest of our lives, in loving embrace my dearest
At the end of the day, the heavens gleam
Sleep now, no pain will wake you from your dream
So I'll leave you Luna's lullaby before I depart
To keep in harmony, the rhythm of our hearts
Written by: Joseph May and Anne-Lise Andresen
1st place in the contest
Copyright © Sunshine Smile | Year Posted 2017