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Details | Rhyme |
Oh, blossoms, waken! Here comes spring. Each flower, raise your pretty face. The sun and rain are here to bring you sustenance. Bring us your grace! Arise, dear Tulip, from your bed, and show to us your every hue - your purple, orange, pink and red. Come, Violet, and show your blue! Sweet Daffodil, come take your pose. Your sunny smile is needed here alongside precious fragrant Rose. White Lily, shine your Easter cheer! Now Kokopelli plays his tune. Arise, fair blooms; your time comes soon!l For the Flower Song Contest of Rick Parise

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |
Oh lovely Spring, at Winter’s end, you sing and dance Within our waiting hearts as we look forward to How nature’s Springtime’s palette will create romance With beauty of your sprouting flowers born anew. Sweet yellow Daffodil among the first, you bring That sunny glow of rebirth to our waiting eyes, Along with purple Iris, blue Scilla, you sing And join the gold Forsythia neath sun-filled skies. Pansy, Anemone and Crocus blossoms show The longed-for beauty of our Springtime’s renewed site, With varied pastel colors…and of course we know The fuzzy Pussy Willow’s catkins will delight. So very blessed we are with new life on our Earth, As budding Spring fulfills her promise of rebirth. © Sandra M. Haight 2015 All Rights Reserved ~4th Place~ Contest: Flower Song Sponsor: Rick Parise Judged: 03/28/2015 Iambic Hexameter

Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |
My petal love
tonight we sing
our souls fill with joy
I poet
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

Details | Free verse |
~Spring Song~ (Triple Haiku) Beautiful flowers to the bright sunlight open up winters gone now Swans in the pond glide water shimmers in the sun flock of robins fly Roses give their perfume butterflies dance happily spring laughs with delight Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 copyright@2011
March.04.2017 “Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.” - Mark Twain-

Copyright © Dorian Petersen Potter | Year Posted 2017

Details | Lyric |
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

Details | Rhyme |

Oh, where do tender flowers sing?
When do we hear flushed petals strum?
Soft on the breeze, blooms sweetly hum.
Their melodies begin in spring.

I walk through meadows delicate.
The flowers’ song a symphony;
no sound of death’s cacophony.  
In beauty, earth and sky beget.   

The season’s sounds, a pleasure heard,
each flight of buzzing bumble bee,
each butterfly fluttering free,
Spring’s lyrics sung without a word.

With every flower blooming wild,
lovers dance silently beguiled.

*For Rick's Flower Song Contest, 2/15/15
Form - enclosed rhyme, ending in a couplet

Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2015

Details | Ballad |
As cold as ice
Wrapped round your brain
And darkness unfolds
You’re breathing in pain

It’s been freezing here   
In this Land of Shattered Dreams 
It’s been freezing here 
This corrupted winter stings 

It’s been freezing here  		
(Où est la Lavande?)
Your body can’t stay warm  	
(Où est la Lavande?)
 It’s been freezing here  		
(Où est la Lavande?)
This cruel and criminal storm  	
(Où est la Lavande?)

But don’t give up
Don’t despair
Taste the hope 
Floating through the air

When the lavender returns
It’ll warm your frozen bones
Vivid violet clothes
In their candy overtones

When the lavender returns
It’ll race across the land
Rebel flower grows
In the palm of your free hand

If you look out your window
The ground’s parched and bare
If you call for your lover
She’s no longer there
If you ponder your life
Well, it feels like a wreck
And your failures are scars
You can never forget

As leaves turn brown
Sky fades to grey
You’re feeling the drought
The end of the day

It’s been lonely here
In this World of Fallen Souls
It’s been lonely here
With nowhere left to go

But don’t give up
Don’t despair
Taste the hope 
Floating through the air 

When the lavender returns
It’ll warm your frozen bones
Vivid violet clothes
In their candy overtones 

When the lavender returns   	
(Où est la Lavande?)
It’ll race across the land 	         
(Où est la Lavande?)
Rebel flower grows  			
(Où est la Lavande?)
In the palm of your free hand   	
(Où est la Lavande?)

When the lavender returns    	
(Où est la Lavande?)
It’ll warm your frozen bones   	
(Où est la Lavande?)
Vivid violet clothes  			 
(Où est la Lavande?)
In their candy overtones  		 
(Où est la Lavande?)

Copyright © Catman Cohen | Year Posted 2011

Details | Verse |
Wet nights, warm days are what we want in the summer noosphere.
Man's mind one with weather.
If this is true, life is good, or will be good.
Can I be encouraged that my sons will find mystery on the planet
as I did?

How sweet the slow spring! May already and the canopy not out yet.
Woods quiet all winter.
Now I can't distinguish the many bird songs from where I sit.
Red maple flowers and first sugar maple leaves are, to me, the Christ
that's been coming.

The ancient poems and the new make the 1/10 inch of annual topsoil
from carbon dioxide loading.
As a humanist I want everyone pursuing happiness; as a naturalist
I sometimes pray for man's destruction. As a rationalist I admit
I lack data.

O to play slow and sure, even when the tune is fast. Inside an aquifer
of love for the audience.
Not to fear or even necessarily obey the changing wind's
direction. Being here I breathe and make the atmosphere as seen
from outer space.

The song of the world will often take you far from yourself. There
will be no self. How will you know yourself?
By knowing thyme and dandelion, the blue jay from the hawk,
the heron in its swamp, black cherries and the one pear at the junction
      of the trails.
They are yourself.

Copyright © Robert Ronnow | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |
~ Summer Song ~ ( Haiku Suite ) Beautiful blossoms Red, pinks, yellows, frosty white Sights of delight Birds sings from the trees A symphony of delight Just thrilling my soul Summer bright sun Sprinkles of life all thru the sky Light kissing the clouds Full sun or low shades Roses peek through the sod Beauty brings good cheer Nature pops ev'ryhere Butterfly birds and bees just fly All the leaves dance in the breeze. Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 copyright@2017
August.24.2017 “Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.” - Mark Twain

Copyright © Dorian Petersen Potter | Year Posted 2017

Details | Haiku |
~Spring Song~ (Triple Haiku) Beautiful flowers to the bright sunlight open up winters gone now Swans in the pond glide water shimmers in the sun flock of robins fly Roses give their perfume butterflies dance happily spring laughs with delight Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 copyright@2011

Copyright © Dorian Petersen Potter | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |
As the heavy wooden door creaked open I could hear the church bell chime All heads turned to witness your arrival Tears filled my eyes as the organist played ‘our’ song… Whitney Houston’s I will always love you The sweet scent of gardenias filled the air as you passed by Your coffin was covered with your favourite flowers I followed behind you and took my place in the pew My darling … I will always love you Submitted to best sad poem ever II sponsored by Laura Loo 15th September 2015

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2015

Details | Shape |
~Spring Song~ ( The Tree) Spring Is here One more time All hearts rejoice Flowers bloom come out Trees get new leaves renew Springs so very beautiful Butterflies dance birds fly soar sing S P R I N G IS HERE Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 copyright@2016
February.03.2016 ~Author's Notes: " The Tree" is a poetry style created by Dorian Petersen Potter, aka ladydp2000 on September.20.2009.

Copyright © Dorian Petersen Potter | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |
You are to me petal soft 
deeply blossoming scarlet rose 
so beautiful within song

Growing within life's Orchard 
One bite cherries burst flavour
fruity inside the kiss held

Where the sunsets born hotly

Loving golden butterflies 
begin to warmly waltz up
inside a heartbeats skip pure

Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |
The flower is happy, the flower is healthy
it’s a period of balance to life and beauty
a pivot of equilibrium reached between cold and heat
a climatic character full of comfort and peace
resting from its extremes, refreshed by showers
life from withered to fresh, because spring is here.

Nature now puts on its default make up
with the launching of sprouting colourful petals
the human sight is painted so green,
fertility and nourishment having a re-awakening
the flower merrys through its colours
and greatly prides on its nectar
life is never dead only revolves in cycles
yet again, proven in this period of spring.

For the poetry contest "Spring"
sponsored by Catie Lindsey

Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |

Let us whisper you and I 
In a dark little corner and no candle light.

W'll wait until  dawn and watch the sunrise. 
Then catch a gentle breeze or watch a fading star.

We pick some flowers and catch a butterfly

We cross a small stream, sparkling water 
catches the corner of your eyes.

We make a sailing boat from paper then
write a little song.

Soon will be breakfast, then at dinner w'll say a prayer,
And at night time w'll light a fire, and then we retire.

Copyright © ali hammoud | Year Posted 2013

Details | Haiku |
~Spring Song~ (Triple Haiku) Beautiful flowers to bright sunlight open up winters gone now Swans in the pond glide water shimmers in the sun flock of robins fly Rose gives her perfume butterflies dance happily spring laughs with delight Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 copyright@2011

Copyright © Dorian Petersen Potter | Year Posted 2015

Details | I do not know? |
The busy bee carried the nector
From one flower to another
Moved her exhausted wings, struggled like Hector
She fall, but she shall die but not serve the Queen mother

But today was so bizarre
She was the only one working hard
She saw a bee sitting on a flower smoking a cigar
And a servant bee, in a Jaguar car

"What is going on?" she said
Many questions were in her head
When she returned home, all bees were in bed
"Oh, no one is working" she said

Bees were not eating honey but bread
"I am going to tell the Queen" she said
She went to the Queen's room, with a heavy head
"Oh" the Queen was with a servant bee in bed

"What do you want , you idiot bee?"
"Busy bees I can no longer see"
"Are you dump? Today is free"
"A vocation, can't you see?"

The bee woke up with a heavy head
"Oh, what a nightmare" she sadly said

Copyright © Ahmad Magdy | Year Posted 2006

Details | Rhyme |
It's April and stately trees are slowly
changing from white to green;
skies above look down cheerfully,
into the small lake tiny frogs plop
as balloons float over a tree top:
" Happy Birthday, Little Queen! " 

If spring is the annual rebirth of Nature
and human spirit, all must sing one tune...
incited by the bright red butterflies that lure:
they dance forming the big ring of Neptune!

April is more than showers 
and lovely dew-dripping flowers,
grin is forgotten, laughter reappears 
on everybody's wind-brushed  cheeks;
one happy passerby greets
another with revered courtesy:
each soul, each heart pours 
out a sweetness of amicability!  

If a talented young musician played
the Mozart's piano sonata in D major,  
each butterfly would begin to dance 
with the liveliness of a skilled ballerina!
If the heartthrob maestro exuded
thrill he'd be tempted to raise an octava higher:
a curious crowd would quickly gather,
then all butterflies would swirl around Angelina! 






Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme |
Oh my Beautiful Butterfly,
I want to see you fly;

Why are you resting inside the pupa?
Come on! It's time to wake up;

Don’t be shy to fly,
Oh Dear! Your limit is sky;

We have seen too many colors,
But your’s is so special to us.

Come out quick with flying colors,
I want to see you flutter.

Will you land on my hand?
Or will you fly to see your friend?

No issues about that baby.
I just want to see you fly;

Copyright © Supraja Kannan | Year Posted 2016

Details | Lyric |
Stop buzzing round my head bee
I am not a flower
Message understood
I'll go and have a shower

I know I 'm smelling sweaty
This I must agree
Working in the garden
Has made a smelly me.

Buzz off and feed now
flowers over there
Go and fill on pollen
I'm a gardener that cares

Sing to my old man's a dustman    Wait til he starts the my old man part 

Penned 9 July 2013

Contest Song Lyric

Copyright © Seren Roberts | Year Posted 2013

Details | I do not know? |
The song of a thirsty flower

Hey, I have waken up
Early in the morning,
But, nobody there to greet me,
Except the sun-shine,
And the blue heaven,
And sometimes the watery springs
Come and make a get-together
For having the celebration
Of my silvery existence,
But, alas! They only shower
Pity, not rains,
And like the fairy,
Fade at once,
Giving momentary happiness.

Then, ding-dong goes the bell,
Not of the church,
But my heart’s spell,
That whispers in my ears
To make merry
And forget the bothering years
Of unwritten sadness,
As if someone opens
The magic casements
Of unregistered gladness
To bid good-bye
To heartless melancholy,
With all her rudeness!

Copyright © Sonali Roy | Year Posted 2011

Details | Rhyme |
On the cool afternoon of a Fall day,
sunshine is replaced with hail clouds,
then the icy rain begins to fall on grass
making the parched robins fly away.

A foggy window with clear raindrops is like 
thin, sweaty glasses filled with hard ice;
all one can see is only that solitary tree,
not the misty shore hiding the troubled sea. 

Even the black lampposts seem ghostly spires, 
while the crystallized raindrops send off gleams;   
they are small compared to the huge hail balls  
that are hurled to earth and stick on the wet roads.

The chill of the Autumn rain is felt in the shivering bones,
towards home the clearing sky changes its darkening tones;
and opening all windows to the crisp air, I hear a tenor voice. 
O soul, breathe in the sweet aroma of the jasmines while I rejoice! 


Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2016

Details | Haiku |
~Spring Song~
(Triple Haiku)

Beautiful flowers
to bright sunlight open up
winters gone now

Swans in the pond glide
water shimmers in the sun
flock of robins fly

Roses give their perfume
butterflies dance happily
spring  laughs with delight .

Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000


Copyright © Dorian Petersen Potter | Year Posted 2016

Details | Sonnet |
Come inside, my secret garden,
where no one is brokenhearted.
The sound of trickling water springs
will soothe your heart until it sings.

The scent of honeysuckle blooms,
breathe in her sweet perfumes.
Bright flowers of multi-hues,
shine in the balmy morning dew.

Gold, amber and the deepest blue
will sweeten your faded dreams anew.
The birds singing their melodious song
will soon have you singing along.

I am not sure what else to say,
except you're welcome to stay.

Copyright © Alesia Leach | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme royal |
If roses alabaster white e'er deign
To cast in crystal eyes one purposed song,
Dare tenderly to grasp the bluest vein
O, golden tears, a reddened heart ere long.
For blown, a wind of breath, whisked far along
Does shimmer in all time stood silent--still,
And by the lunar light, a broken will.

Come morning, to the rose in bed, love spoke
A cantillation voiced in bluebird tongue
How doth thy petals rise with blood of oak?
How dost thy stem ascend the fairest rung?
On heights o' heaven hast the soul been hung
For all, for all, to bare no droplet spared
O Life, in alabaster love repaired.

- Aron Jacob

Copyright © Aron Jacob | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |
New birthed buds will yawn and stretch to 
Golden-threaded rays; 
Parrot tulips bloom in early spring;
Liquid colors flow like cascading silk, across my garden.

Paper whites smile and soak up Mother Earths’ milk;
All is beautiful in this lush garden canvas
Birds provide a mellow concerto and titter-sweet notes, 
dance on the scented air.

Cricket-chirp-symbols ring out with each stanza as,
Evening shadows flicker upon Gaia’s’ palette;
Crescendo on the dew-dusted air.

Here, among them all, I sit in contemplation.
I sense their elation;
Euphoria of spring-song consumes my spirit.

Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme |
~Spring Song~ (Octaz-Rhyme) It's a nice Spring day, and hearts glow With a cheerful, happy song, now Butterflies soar, and flowers, birds, come out After it rains, sun's about It really shines, The air is clean Entice! Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 copyright@2012
December.06.2015 ~Author's Notes: The "Octaz-Rhyme" is a poetry style that was created by Chazz Combs.

Copyright © Dorian Petersen Potter | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |

   Spring high, spring low, springtimes springs show.
   Cavorting lambs frolic in play.
   Fell farmers fearful of the snow,
   As shepherds, they know natures way.

   Springtime is soft when breezes blow.
   Snowdrops now fading day by day.
   Woodlands are bathed in evenings glow.
   Red sky at night, old wives will say.

   It's blossom time, spring flowers grow.
   This floral bounty will display
   All splendour where our rivers flow,
   On mountain side and seashores bay.

   Spring brings us Heaven, when lifes low.
   Our senses kissed, by it's bouquet.

   3/ 3/ 2015.

Copyright © george seal | Year Posted 2015

Details | Verse |
Roses are still red  -  and
True - pink and velvet silk of ivory
Rosa Glutinosa - the species of Mediterranean
Stunted by the growth, Native be Europe, Turkey and Iran
A shrub - at most three tiny feet high
Beauty it be of whites - 5 petals and true of thee
Gold- centered a bud - Her devoted majesty
For European culture - thee limbs hairy and of thorn
Fresh - be it- be - the leaves aroma of pine
Roses are - what to determine true love, and mine
Look thee - Rosa Glutinosa - the love doth flow
Like a daisy - with petals true and fact every time
He or she loves me , loves me not, loves me , loves me not
Matter of fact - gimme five , He or she ends always
With that - that is true - LOVES ME
Controlled by the daisy - by the European  Rose!
And true to a point - picking the petals then see
Glutinosa - your true colors special to know of how rare
To know to start out with HE/SHE loves me not - HE/SHE loves me
Loves me not - loves me ends like this with
A fur of thick - thorn - and 3 foot slap
Right in the face - loves me not too for also and end
True how 5 petals waiting
Too the daisy , shall it known the rose is close
And each petal bore by the bud
Feelings are then beauteous - they flood
Determining love - I say it with prose
Loves me - pick the petal that beautiful rose!

In true love shall we pend in life  .  The point I get to say in my song Lyrics as a songwriter too!  MY SONG  Sir , Don't You Understand ?  sung by singer Sharon Zee
can be heard on  under TOP100 Hits

Copyright © stacey law | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
Actually he was not very witty, not especially lonely too
He only showed for the dogs their place, always nearby 
himself: because that was best for them

Then one day dogcatcher died – so suddenly,
that he started to sing about a strange flower seller
whose none of two feet ever touched ground, made of
stones, hard & cold 

„I brought milk of she-dog and you dipped flower stems
in it, cause dogcatcher‘s place is in flower girl's garden 
nowhere else,
never ever too late...“

Pomirtine šungaudžio daina

Šiap jis nebuvo labai šmaikštus, nei ypatingai vienišas,
šunims tik ju vieta parode - visad šalia saves -
nes taip jiems busia geriausia. Bet karta šungaudys
numire taip staiga,
kad eme dainuoti apie keista gelininke -
tokia, kurios ne viena peda nera palietusi šalto grindinio:

"Tau atnešiau šunes pieno, tu pamerkei geliu kotelius,
nes šungaudžio vieta sode gelininkes - niekur daugiau kitur niekad ne per velu."

1999 /translated Feb. 2016

Copyright © salamandra Gabija | Year Posted 2016