Best Azaleas Poems
Oh! floriferous, bold, roseate ebullience of May,
Alluring doting sights welcome-vibes you convey
Gracing edges, where the roses and azaleas sway
Forming resplendent ballet of multicolored array;
O rhododendron, flamboyant in euphoric morn,
Flaunting flaming-purple how gardens you adorn
Where hummingbirds frolic and butterflies play
And bell-shaped showy blossoms greet sunny day
As jubilation of spring, breezing your realm serene,
Revels in whorls of petals pristine, as you preen,
Boasting hints amethyst on elegance evergreen
Sprinkling perfumed ambiance on tempo upbeat
Where pulse of romance strums passionate beat
Lauding floriferous display, as if a flower bouquet;
O rhododendron~ roseate, ornate beauty of May!
June 8, 2022
Purple Flowers Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Nayda Ivette Negron Flores
Categories:
azaleas, flower,
Form:
Rhyme
An amethyst sunset
splashed across the sky,
a rainbow after a storm;
majestic mountains
crowned with snow,
and a pristine lake
of cobalt blue.
A crimson cardinal
hopping across the lawn,
the purring of a cat
curled up in my lap, its fur
soft against my fingers;
wisteria hanging
in grape-like clusters,
infusing the air with its
intoxicating perfume,
and azaleas in full bloom.
The soft sigh
of a baby's breath
against my cheek, and
the innocent laughter
of children at play.
A hug from a friend,
my true love's kiss,
the arms of my grandchild
wrapped tightly
around my neck.
In all these things,
and so much more,
God's quiet voice
whispers,
"I love you."
11/12/15
For Brian Strand's All Yours (March 28) contest
Categories:
azaleas, beauty, blessing, god,
Form:
List
Near the end of my journey,
the sky rains rusty gold, grains from
heaven cleanse my earthy pores
—Bites of crimson filth spread
a plague of exhausted stars
I let them devour in glee—
I am no longer attached to my
physical form; In the eyes there were
too many deaths—
azaleas, sandcastles, and rosy dreams
The air scrapes off
sin, along with skin and the mess underneath
I can barely see myself—the porcelain blue
peeks through the silhouette of my toes
I feel feathery—
At the end of my journey blossoms
a field gently sprinkling pink
Categories:
azaleas, death,
Form:
Free verse
,
riddles N' rainbows paintbrush the day
summer's heaviness invades
rain circumvents geraniums
ant's N' azaleas dance through sidewalks
where tiny green grass creep 'neath weeds
to see sun seed grey with bright
frogs N' grasshoppers flop along
best friends
when storm clouds bend beyond old oak trees
boys N' girls skip rope,
Double Dutch N' such
up N' down the cul de sac curve
moms N' dads pretend everything's ok
when they've long since strayed away
from light N' love
gloves come off
when lights go out
they scream N' shout
the children barely notice
yet they'll feel the coldness N' cold shoulders
as it's gets colder N' colder
just not days N' nights like now
fuss N' fights have no place
right here N' right now
along these roasting roads
where ticky tack homes
crowd suburbia
where riddles N' rainbows paintbrush the day
summer's heaviness invades
as nature n' naïve children play...
today ,
~JSLambert 2014
Categories:
azaleas, community, emotions, family, june,
Form:
Alliteration
crocuses peering
at rows of bright red tulips
near the iris beds
pansied faces have retired
wilting in the warm sunshine
flower prom begins
as gentle winds kiss roses
sunflowers steal show
swaying to their own rhythm
with stunning, huge blooms
bridal veil flowers
extend above azaleas
bowing tenderly
delightful sight to behold
dance of marigolds
frail petunias search
for gentle dancing partners
lily petals reach
for petunias graciously
prom lasts all summer
Categories:
azaleas, nature, seasons,
Form:
Tanka
Young and naive from a distance her heart leaped to its highest peak
On his terrace he'd sit lips utter words if the pages could speak
Her eyes showed ruby red as held flooding tears, so very weak
Quiet and steady she kept silent cries to touch his naked cheeks
secrets from afar
immune to the world around
enslaved hopes of love
Under shadow of garden trees among a gallery of crimson azaleas, she strolls
Portrait of beauty at my fingertips, to caress her goodness, oh so slow
She flees when stealing a look upon her; does one follow or just let go?
Burying thoughts in a book and just glance down to see her beautiful glow
silent eyes wander
stroll alongside hand in hand
heartache pages turned
2/16/2017
Poetry Contest : Form H - With A Theme
Sponsored by: Broken Wings | Send Soup Mail
Categories:
azaleas, dream, heartbroken, love,
Form:
Haibun
The bridal veil waterfall
Seen through Azaleas' blossoms
Categories:
azaleas, nature,
Form:
Haiku
I tiptoed through the tulips
And leapt over the lavender bed
I covered the ground in red rose petals
And laid out a picnic spread
I winked at the Black Eyed Susans
And flirted with the buttercups
I sipped my glass of dandelion wine
As my eyes drank all the beauty up
I patronized the pansies
And was mesmerized by marigolds
I assembled all the azaleas
Into my memory portfolio
I borrowed from the begonia
Her bouquet of wondrous smells
And listened for the tinkling
Of little silverbells
I was dazzled by the daffodils
Enjoying every one of them
And couldn’t take my eyes off
Of the blooming geranium
I snapped pictures of petunias
And was patient with the impatiens
I love the lily of the valley
Not to would be a sin
The garden is my canvas
Springtime her coming out
My favorite time of year
Of that there is no doubt
written and posted on 4/5/2012
Categories:
azaleas, nature, daffodils,
Form:
Rhyme
I wandered lone as I did seek
Through silent woods and rustling leaves
Down the hill to the flowing creek
Away from life's stress causing heaves
There I saw a white lovely swan
By magic there appeared a fawn
As the slow running water splashed
Then filled a deeper hole for fish
A place to dream and keep my cached
Where those large fish could jump and whish
A place to write some poetry down
Where depressing thoughts could sink and drown
Where microscopic details thrived
Those threatened plants grow high and wide
In this place they truly survive
This past spring trillium I spied
A host of buckeye 'pon the hill
And wild azaleas gave me thrills
Back up the winding trail to home
Spirit filled, soul rested and still
No need to drift; physically roam
Just let my thoughts of this day fill
In the kitchen in drudgery's grip
From my cup of memories sip
From my thoughts about the work "I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud" by William Wordsworth
Repost of this one.
For Brian
Categories:
azaleas, life, writing,
Form:
Rhyme
"I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud" by William Wordsworth
I wandered lonely as a geek
Through silent woods and rustling leaves
Down the hill to the flowing creek
Away from life's stress causing heaves
There I saw a white lovely swan
By magic there appeared a fawn
As the slow running water splashed
Then filled a deeper hole for fish
A place to dream and keep my cached
Where those large fish could jump and whish
A place to write some poetry down
Where depressing thoughts could sink and drown
Where microscopic details thrived
Those threatened plants grow high and wide
In this place they truly survive
This past spring trillium I spied
A host of buckeye 'pon the hill
And wild azaleas gave me thrills
Back up the winding trail to home
Spirit filled, soul rested, and still
No need to drift; physically roam
Just let my thoughts of this day fill
In the kitchen in drudgery's grip
From my cup of memories sip
Contest: I Wandered Lonely As
Sponsor: Natasha L. Scragg
Date Written: 09/20/2022
The word Geek today has many definitions or meanings. One is typically connoting an expert or enthusiast obsessed with a hobby or intellectual pursuit.
Categories:
azaleas, freedom,
Form:
Rhyme
Afterlife Azaleas rise as apparitions
Bony Buttercups bathe in blooming moonlight
Cobweb Carnations cater to crystal chaos
Deathly Daffodils dance to the eternal dusty doors
Eerie Evening Primroses prance to ethereal exits
Frightening Foxgloves flame their foliage
Ghostly Geraniums gleam and gallop over graves
Haunting Hydrangeas heighten hollow horrors
Ivory Impatients inject inspiration to the expiring
Jumping Jack O'Lanterns jam with jazzy jumps
Kaleidoscope Kaffir Lilies knock with knowledge
Longing Leaves linger before gossamer winds
Mourning Marigolds muse misery moody moments
Nocturnal Narcissus notice nosy narratives
Occult Orchids oscillate with opulence operas
Phantom Pansies passionately prance proudly
Quivering Queen Anne Lace questions life and death
Reaper Roses reach for regal radio reservations
Skull Sunflowers stalk silky spinning sullen souls
Tombstone Tulips talk with trembling terrors
Umbrella Plants understand the underworld
Vampire Voilets voice with their teething violins
Witchy Wildflowers wax and wane with spells
Xylophone Xeranthemums x-ray cryptic blueprints
Yearning Yarrows yielding to the sobbing youth
Zombie Zinnias zip and zag zooming to the zenith
October 31st 2017
Categories:
azaleas, death, flower, garden,
Form:
ABC
Inspired by Silent One's Nothing shines endlessly.
" yet, I wonder if there can be love without poetry"
- Silent One
9 October 2024
Beneath the shadow of each petal
of bougainvilleas and azaleas
that adorn grandma's porch
I trace my loneliness
into the gossamer of light
that bathes my shaded eyes
yet, the shadow fades quickly
before my hands could shape
the paradigm I longed to paint
in the unfinished canvas
hiding under the old porch.
The morning sun warms the paint
as I dip my thirsty brush
into the palette of endless quests
I stop into nothingness~
Then, I begin to dance
like a deaf ballerina
moving my feet and hands
into the rhythm of the passing clouds
until the sky dissolves in darkness.
I stop and wonder ~
if everything we see are greyscales
of negative photography
how could I paint you
sans chiaroscuro?
Categories:
azaleas, art, love,
Form:
Free verse
The winter snow and freeze killed everything
I planted in the spring,
Rhododendrons, roses, Hawaii hibiscus
And the bougainvillea orange king.
Parsley, sage and thyme are gone,
Peony and pansies too,
The daisies died and I still sigh
For the loss of primrose blue.
No more azaleas or alyssum,
Passionflower or peppermint,
The coleus did not last nor sassafras,
And goodbye to rosemary’s scent.
And all the leaves on the lemon tree
Look more like a weeping willow,
Sagging sadly as if begging madly
To finally let her go.
But Spring is looming ‘round the bend
And new seeds await good earth,
To come alive in sun-filled skies
And signify life’s worth.
As all things come, and all must go
In a whisp of place and time,
Like flowers and plants in a cosmic dance,
The seasons of life are Sublime.
© Terrell Martin, 01/27/2025
Categories:
azaleas, metaphor, seasons,
Form:
Rhyme
The green song of Spring. A coloring book - the pages fluttering.
Pastel azaleas blooming. Violet hyacinths hug a vertical space.
Lemony tulips with lavish leaves. Iris cycloglossa ~ lilac, yellow, blue.
A felicitous field of larkspur. Petrichor and dewdrop bliss. Sunkisst!
4/3/2020
Categories:
azaleas, spring,
Form:
Prose
The warm sun.
The days off work.
The luxury to lounge all day in my pajamas if I want to.
These are some things I love about summer.
The violets in the woods.
The moss at the base of the oaks.
The pungent aroma of lilacs and azaleas.
These are some things I look forward to in summer.
The mushrooms in the yard when I water too much.
The bunnies, and squirrels, darting here and there.
The butterflies and dragonflies, flitting around me as I walk.
These are things that make summer pleasing and pleasant.
The walks and talks with my grandchildren.
The hotdogs and hamburgers on the grill,
The children’s delighted laughter as they play outside together
These all make summer worthwhile.
Entered Nayda Ivette Negron's Contest Summer Fun
Categories:
azaleas, perspective, summer, sun,
Form:
Free verse