Best Blossoms Poems
The amethyst paeans of hyacinth
crest with a gust of butterflies
on the scent of orange blossoms
cascading to earth like snow flakes.
Blood-red geraniums blazon Spring's birth
not with a pulsing blare,
but the soundless blush
of love's ardent swoon.
Placid jade fronds drape,
acquiescing to silent bees
emerging from blond snapdragons
as euphoria of being exudes
from the garden's breathless murmur.
My dearest orchid
Eastern flower of divine beauty
You whisper my name raising the spirit high
Jasmine sweetly kissing air
In one breath of your aroma
Drifting thoughts sail over the moon
Wrapped in your passion calling me yours
No matter what may come our way
You own this heart skipping beat
Dreaming in your starlight
Touched by the dew teardrops of night
Destiny leaves footprints
Purity of truths heart
Sweet miracle of love
I know there is an angel watching over us
Daydreams walking into the clouds
Hold eve to the late kiss
This soulful sanctuary sings enchanting heartbeats
Embracing this Heavenly dream
Discovering a newborn Kingdom
Always drying your tears reborn beautiful beams
(unrhymed tercets)
A Collaborated write by
Anne-Lise Andresen, and Liam Mc Daid
atop worn weathered concrete
pink petals gaily gather
entice lovers strolling
fingers touch mittens vanish.
blushing halo canopy
highlights cool rosy cheeks
tiny buds whisper passion
newly awakened long sleep.
sky gleams dreamy hues
turquoise shyly taunting
button noses cold rub
lips plump part wanting.
kiss two hearts waltz
more kisses sweetest tune
cherry blossoms dance
sprinkle magic love blooms.
She walks underneath the pink sunshade trees
dressed in flowing antique white bridal gown.
Un-dissuaded heart, to laugh, love, a peace
drawn to fragments of leaves rustling around.
The start of spring; radiant glow of pink.
A fountain of cherry blossom petals trace
down to the ground dressing the green. A wink
of amorous scene of warmth of her grace.
Enthralled by sensation of sweet scent tease,
gold sunshine rays' columns stand and solemn.
Poetic strokes of emotions to please,
a life draped in dreams hued in cherry blossoms.
A blank canvas rich in true color spun
in glaze memories not to be undone.
Smiling mirthfully, relishing amber twilit theme,
Bedazzled in musings, reveling memories agleam,
Oh! how you charm, gazing eve’s blushing arc,
Where scarlet hues delight, igniting love spark
When impulses, moonlit, passions playful cajole
As we stroll daydreaming trekking verdant knoll,
Ambling in romance, two sensuous souls extol;
Just after the setting sun merges with the sea
And sky above stages a concert of stellar glee
When seductive vibes on wings of zest spree
Questing for, stealthily, doting hearts’ consent
Chasing exaltation, love-struck hints augment,
Exuding scent amatory from emboldened heart
Intoxicating affection smitten feelings impart;
Clasping amorous moment together we found,
Where tick of blazing hearts is the only sound
But for the clues tiptoeing, arousing carnal bliss,
Pinging fervent longings yearning endearing kiss,
Enchanting intentions of eager, flirtatious night
Courting your approval, ecstatic reveries ignite,
Sowing dreams euphoric to bloom in fertile dawn
Aspiring love evermore, blossoming on and on.
July 30, 2022
Placed 1st: Rhyme Rumi Quote Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Sotto Poet
(151 words)
Now dips in peace the bay
And I must go
Beyond the hills, the luscious fields
Of jasmines purple, and down to where
The starlight gleams below,
And today I watch the lacquered morn
Rise gently till the veils
from peach lilies are drawn.
Around the isles at dusk
Cool and chaste they lie,
While fragrant marigolds heave to sigh.
In a daze, the sun sets on earth's dome
Embossing a virgin orchid white;
Its crown a trail like a bride afloat
On dreamy air that meet the coast
To settle in the vault of gold,
While blossoms fair enrapture my view
Bright as Flora's eyes!
Shadow Hamilton's Your Favourite Old Poem #2
Flora--- Egyptian goddess of flowers
11/25/2014
Effervescent laughter blows over vales
then falls soft to glaze new blooms posed genteel.
Gracious stems lift smiles to foamed skies surreal,
riding on sunrays of shimmery sails.
Splendid dreams bubble up from blossoms bright,
a sparkling scene as petals parade ‘round.
Cushioned on spring breeze, love waits to be found;
warm thoughts of you fly then burst in midflight.
Light bubbles join hands to soar through puffed clouds
winking at flowers in latest spring styles.
Their joy christens lands once silent for miles;
orbs popping with flair in breath’s blooming shrouds.
Laughter lifts skyward, an aerated tale,
of bubbles blown high above blooming vale.
3/25/15 for Olive's Blossoms and Bubbles Contest
In a magical forest among the purple ice plants
the queen fairy floats by inside a bubble and chants
"Come to me all fairy lights and play softly among your flutes"
hundreds of fairies fly to her in a great multitude they swoop
Soft music from the fairies make the flowers start to sway
bending low and high reaching for the sky they splay
The flowers bouncing each bubble with a fairy inside
giving each a beautiful and peaceful joy ride.
T Reams
Childhood memories of days in the sun
Running and playing, simply having fun
Hearing the squeals of joy and delight
As our bubbles rise quickly and take flight
See the happy smiles on the children’s faces
Whose bubble will win …watch as it races
That big one’s mine – it’s going to be first
Disaster strikes and the bubbles burst
Borne on a gentle summer breeze
Beautiful bubbles blowing in the trees
Mixing with the blossom floating down
Dressing the ground in a blush pink gown
Time to reminisce of days gone by
Oh how I wish that time didn't fly
Contest: Bubbles and Blossoms – Olive Eloisa Guillermo
04~06~15
~awarded 11th place~
(A Kyrielle Sonnet)
The tree stood trembling; red drops spilled
one Christmas day where one was killed.
Sweet daughter they would not see grow
left crimson blossoms on the snow.
What horror that their girl could be
slain senselessly beneath that tree
where every spring she loved to go
and blossoms fell, but not on snow.
The tree of which she’d grown so fond
dropped pearl white petals on a pond.
Oh, that it still were long ago
before were blossoms on the snow!
The tree stood trembling; red drops spilled
like cherry blossoms on the snow.
For the Second Chance Contest of Richard Lamoureux
WAs entered in the earlier Darker Side of Christmas contest
One night I lay in bed. It was in spring.
Outside my house were tiny buds on trees.
I spied them from my window blossoming
before my eyes, and then as if to tease
me, they grew huge with multi-colors bright.
They broke free from their branches; up they rose
enchantingly into the star-filled night -
not blossoms any more, I would suppose!
I raced outside to see how high they’d lift
as if they were balloons that were fleeing!
They’d grown transparent. As I watched them drift,
it dawned on me - bubbles I was seeing!
A beeping sound ensued. The bubbles popped!
That damn alarm! My lovely dream was stopped.
April 4. 2015/ Sonnet for the Blossoms and Bubbles Contest of Olive Eloisa Guillermo
March comes wrapped in a fleece of snow,
on which Dawn casts a golden glow.
And Robin Redbreasts tweet hello,
a sure sign Winter will soon go:
as Spring showers fetch a rainbow.
Spring applies a basecoat of green
when adding color to the scene.
And while sprouts flaunt a misty sheen,
blue skies shift to aquamarine.
Pussy willows begin to bud
as crocuses pop through the mud,
and meltwaters set creeks to flood.
And cherry blossoms bloom in pink,
offering butterflies a drink.
My favorite season is Spring.
Spring's fragrant, scented breezes blow,
as sunsets get tinged tangerine.
And raindrops form Nature's lifeblood
while the soil acts like a heat sink:
fostering flowers May will bring.
There's a fresh scent in the air.
Like those of cherry blossoms in spring.
The air, carries the truth,that life will once again be fair.
Get ready to head the freedom bell ring!
All it takes is the unquenchable desire to be free!
To do whatever it takes,to pen about your truth.
To join in open post, ever so gallantly.
To stop being afraid, shaking in your boots.
It does not require fire nor burning down cities.
People are just waiting to hear you
They are fed up with victimhood and destructive, meaningless pity.
So mount your steed,the road, ever so ready for only things true.
3-17-202-
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When the season of splendor sprinkles
the scent of sprightliness,
when the koels and kingfishers sing hymns of hope
and merrily waltz their wings of chartreuse dreams, and
when from her day dream, my muse emerges in ecstasy,
I dip my quill in vivid shades of ebullient sacramento ink.
When in a gentle stroke, the first ray of the golden prince
caresses the myrtle terrain of earth - his beloved princess,
and she wakes up from her dark moss slumber
blushing and swinging in neon shades of love
in a moment of delight as she becomes
a pinnacle of rustic beauty
sparkling and swaying in shamrock hues, and
when the harmonious harp of the buzzing bees
wafts in the air as they suck sweet nectar
from the brilliant blooms adorning
my muse’s verdant malachite rockery
adding vivid lime vibrance to the hustle and bustle
of the grassy gorgeous flower beds dispensing
the aroma of exuberant pistachio thoughts of my reasoning -
and becomes a harbinger of hope for my creative quill,
I passionately let my avocado ink
to pen its inspiring pearls of perception.
When my muse ponders
on the fragility of life fraught with
hindrances and hiatuses for progress,
yet wonders on how life advances
and ascends in the rungs of optimism -
like buds finding way to bloom
even in a pit of rocky soil:
my ink blossoms in the tender glow
of my lilac dreams of love and peace.
letters, words, verses
ink blossoms sprout from her pen
Em'ly Dickinson...
confined for years to her drawers
~ beds of enchanted flowers
February 19, 2020
Let the Pens Flow - Tanka Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Jenish Somadas