Best Arbor Poems
Oh, Nature’s spree, your artistic scene exceeds!
Quaint the plash of paints upon the frilly bloom
hued with sunrise splash in skies as night recedes,
lush your brush, alive with rays and pinkish plume.
Artsy petals feed her fashionista needs
draped in shades of goddess dawn, not moony gloom.
O, jealous moon, remember jasmine’s ardor.
Flaunt, rose of Sharon, posed beyond the arbor.
Susan Ashley
September 26, 2022
~ Second Place ~
Premiere Contest: 2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 20
Sponsor: Mark Toney
~ First Place ~
Premiere Contest: Ottava Rima Poetry Contest
Sponsor: L Milton Hankins
*rhyme scheme: a-b-a-b-a-b-c-c
*syllables verified: PoetrySoup; 11 syllables per line
*rhymes verified: rhymezone.com
*plash: noun; a gentle splash, verb; to splash gently
*Photo: WilsonBrosGardens.com
Turning Autumn leaves,
Fading from yellow to gold;
Brazened by the sun.
Beneath the Arbor
Here on this
melodic morning,
blue birds sing
among the trees
Irises
and honeysuckle,
wave good day
upon a breeze
Butterflies
on tulip petals,
softly float
a lemon sky
While we kiss
beneath the arbor,
as the sunrise
wanders by
Good morning Soupers
Arbor of Wisteria and Clematis
Memory of appealing Wisterias
Uncovering the grand butterfly bush;
near the lilacs and lonely gardenias;
as the light essence of spring bring a rush.
little fairies dance like faux ballerinas
autumn's pussy willows now but a hush
that coldness felt deep during winter's wrath.
The equinox whispers from a warmer path
Pumpkins and gourds sitting by the corn husks.
this and a tasty Thimble-berry creme pie.
a perched crow sits on the arbor at dusk;
watching for the owl with a wary eye
freshly turned garden smells of molds and musk
Canada geese fly north through a morning sky
A rooster sings his song with emphasis
shaking the wisteria and clematis.
2/23/2021
Spring Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Regina McIntosh
The holiday has arrived
The cheery festival of Tu'Beshvat
Concern for nature's gifts
lives on amongst
the Jewish people
I recall an old cherry tree
behind my home
I was saddened
when they finally
cut it down
The gifts of nature
should not be regarded lightly
Le us rejoice
and feast on
dried fruits, almonds and figs
We will enjoy
this Jewish Arbor day
Shalom, yes shalom
at this joyous time
in the Jewish year
Let's hope the world understands
the nature of this holiday
we should all
pause for a moment
to take joy in nature's bountiful
banquet
We may have been seeing reflections that belonged to yesterday
but something magnetic was causing our footsteps to stray.
Perhaps they were awakened musings, buried deep in memory,
that set us on a romantic journey down this mountain path of rediscovery.
Afraid to speak of it, we silently chose which garden lane to walk,
nervously masked our secret feelings with mundane idle talk.
When he curled his fingers around mine, my heart began to race.
I was uncertain if this journey would end in a sweet embrace.
We stepped on to an ornamental passage in a garden maze
and witnessed moonlight's glow through a mystical golden haze.
It was awash in nectar blossoms of nature's fragrant flowers
and in that scented arbor, we shared passion's kisses for hours.
Within each other's arms, we took a vow and pledged our love,
witnessed by red roses and myriads of shining stars above.
We caressed each other with touches that had long been denied
then he wiped away my tears of joy, tears I hadn't known I'd cried.
Seedlings grow from the ground when nurtured by the sun,
like love bloomed in the garden, when at last we became one.
Just as tender grapes slowly ripen to become rare vintage wine,
we surrendered to each other, two hearts forever to intertwine.
Roses
Over
Surround
Envelope
Senses
Midnight sweeps the earth..
Angels drift to silver trees
To sing them to sleep..
Mary’s arbor is adorned
with white petal tresses
and twists of heritage roses
that wander wistfully upwards
with perfumed breezes
that waft in luxurious languor.
Sweet scents woo hummingbirds
to sip its pistil delights
while monarchs fly in to play
then zigzag away
where restless bees hum and indulge
to a distant tune…
…in a place where sunlight
happily winks
with unfettered delight.
6/7/2021
"Arbor Amore Constanza
Love carved two hearts in old oak tree
a delicate design to show
true love lingers beyond Moonglow.
Leaves embrace feelings flowing free
warm winds whisper words throught Time
encircle symbol's quiet mime.
Love cascades emotions with glee
Seasons welcome change as tree stands
branches intertwine as held hands.
Love evolves in sweet harmony
as fruit blossoms to nourish Life
fragrant flowers bloom man and wife.
Love reveals wooden tapestry
impressed into arbor amore'
while golden moonlight lovers adore.
Love carved two hearts in old oak tree
Leaves embrace feelings flowing free
Love cascades emotions with glee
Love evolves in sweet harmony
Love reveals wooden tapestry.
*Arbor Amore - Tree Love.
*For Andrea Dietrich's Can You Constanza Contest.
*August 25, 2012
On some back road in Texas
Where time had flown away
Sat a dreamlike Kinkade home
Of warmth and heart, not paint,
With shaded walkway arbor
Crowned with leaves and flowers.
Love dwelt there.
A lovely little couple,
Long past their youthful prime,
Welcomed us into their home
With bright and cheerful smiles
Saying, “We over-ripe grapes
Are now in raisin time.”
Love was there.
Our afternoon was blissful
Midst rose and hollyhock
Seated near a lily pond,
A lotus eater’s dream,
With tea, crumpets, clotted cream
And conversation sweet.
Love shared there.
We bade farewell at even
With smiles, and hugs and tears
To Pop Vin and Auntie Mae.
A stooped for sale sign wept
For the home they would depart.
The pair smiled even so.
Love held on.
One later year we passed by
Under a searing sky
That burned up cornfields nearby
Their home worn and withered
As grapes long past raisin time.
Wistfully we knew why:
Love had gone.
I think I should have
Been born a tree -
- Maybe a silvered birch
With feather veined
Leaves -
- I could greet
My tall reflections
That swim saintly inside
The nearby streams -
- Or a lofty, leafy oak,
Crying slow orange tears in autumn
And being a shoulder
For solemn lonely birds
To cry on -
- It has been said
That I always had my head in the clouds.
Winterberries hang overhead
With which arbor hold delightful red.
Wind upward warmth thread;
Winged fairies wed, fluttered, and fled.
Arbor Landing Introductory Poem
Poetry Revisited visits them on the 2d Sunday
of every month at Three PM in Shallotte, NC.
My heart and nature both were demanding,
That my archaic body go to Arbor Landing;
A perfect place where you will want to be,
And best in world between you and me.
Whenever you want can be cute and clever
Connection with never ever want to sever;
People often go through a period of denial
Arbor Landing's wonder so give them a trial.
From first time after entering front door,
Arbor Landing will want more and more
Quickly message becomes loud and clear
Problems and worries soon do disappear.
Why thought and idea continue to combat
There now was easy not hard as all of that
Like woeful WalMart won't have a long line;
Arbor Landing at last is mine and all mine.
James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran
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Poems for adults section
Arbor arch purple wisteria
Brings reborn memories blooming
Colors of rainbows bursting
Delights of garden
Enduring sacred mission of honeybees