Best Bluebell Poems
A windswept bluebell I am
even though the sun is high in the sky
The wind ruffled the hair
my skin would slowly freeze like mosaic
Want to paint the picture with beautiful thoughts
but difficult to find the rainbow
Tears, so many tears
my heart ripped apart
The pain took a different form
Your sobbing lungs needed a new life
Lung cancer with spread to the lymphs
You were so weak, like a bluebell in the wind
Suddenly it is not a matter of course to get old anymore
Death did not come abruptly or surprisingly
But it was quite overwhelming when it became a reality
Tears, so many tears
my heart ripped apart
I died a little inside
although I will always carry you in my heart
The blue lights are gone now
I have chosen a place near the coast
You loved this place
No exhaust smell or busy people
In the natural cycle your ashes will be spread in the wind
While the birds flying towards the horizon
Nothing can fill the emptiness I feel
From life to death, the road is so short
Rest in peace, I loved you dearly
Tears, so many tears
my heart ripped apart
A simple bluebell is left alone
The clock chimes inaudibly
08.02.2019
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
I died a little inside : Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Silent One
1st place in the contest
Poem of the Day 09.02.219
Categories:
bluebell, blue, cancer, death, emotions,
Form:
Free verse
Where hazel bushes mix with sturdy oaks
and beech trees densely grow in shades of green
the fairy flowers come in early spring
attired in clothes of violet-blue sheen.
The swathes of bluebells, like a sheet unrolled
before our eyes, breathtaking to behold!
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
This stanza is a Sexain or Sestet.
Contest: One Stanza
Sponsor: Broken Wings
Placed 4th
© 14th July 2016
Categories:
bluebell, flower, nature,
Form:
Rhyme
I walked into the lonely wood,
And stared about the place I stood:
The beauty of the tree-lined glade,
With shafts of light that pierced the shade,
All filled me with a sense of awe -
The bluebell carpet best of all!
Categories:
bluebell, nature
Form:
Rhyme
Bluebells curtsy mildew pasture
Vibrant, submissive, indigo chimes
Blooms convene, witnessing daybreak
Vain, boastful, early spring unveils,
English bulbs amidst sweet woodland scent
Floral rivers flourishing below
The matured red stags weary hooves,
Strength, stamina, amongst delicate, petite
Burnt auburn fur, greets azure petal streams -
Beneath April's succulent trees
Categories:
bluebell, blessing, emotions, england, flower,
Form:
Free verse
Who will hear the bluebells
ringing through the prairie?
Notes dispersed asunder,
stroked from blooming brushes,
painted loud as thunder.
Who will hear the bluebells
lost in dulcet rapture?
Symphonies of new birth,
swaying to the wind’s song;
chiming with blue blushed mirth.
23 Apr 2022
Categories:
bluebell, flower, spring,
Form:
Monchielle Stanza
Bells ring beneath a canopy of trees,
Each one echoing a late spring breeze,
The ethereal blue reaches far and wide,
Rippling just like the ocean’s tide.
The first signs of summer tease,
Bells ring beneath a canopy of trees,
To welcome the season of the sun,
The bluebells sing each and every one.
And children dream of a sandy beach,
The summer fun is in their reach,
Bells ring beneath a canopy of trees,
These sunny days a silent reprise.
Mystic rhymes to call the fae,
In this wooded realm where fairies play,
Enchantments bring a gentle ease;
Bells ring beneath a canopy of trees.
Form: Emphat, Emphat
Categories:
bluebell, fantasy, nature, seasons, summer,
Form:
Verse
A shade of Turquoise,
Vibrant and lengthy,
Smooth like blueberries,
Thick like quilt,
Wrapped in ribbon,
Neatly and tight.
Eyes like pandas,
Big and bold,
Lashes like spiders,
Most are new,
Some are old,
Like my big red luscious lips (or so I am told).
My big frame and stature,
Is not a match for you,
My retro fashion sense,
Vintage like me,
I'm happy with just flowers,
Gerberas red, pink, yellow and green.
Categories:
bluebell, body, imagination,
Form:
Sestina
I love bluebells,
I like their deep scent,
the way they jingle invitingly in the spring breeze,
their delicate blanket patchworked by trees,
brief but bold blues against verdant greens, sparkling with white anemones.
This year I look at them and all they are doing is reminding me of the colour of your eyes.
Categories:
bluebell, absence, color, england, i
Form:
Verse
Unfolding through the woodlands,
A carpet of bedazzled blue,
Bells summoning the fairies,
To the Springtime review.
They've come to make their magic,
To cast their seasonal spells,
The bluebell's nodding head's,
Beckons that all is well.
The fairies fill bluebell thimbles
And drink ambrosia essence,
Sitting on spotted toadstools
Beneath leaves so luminescent.
If you're walking through woodland,
Don't trample the beautiful bells,
It will bring you such bad luck
To disturb the fairies spells.
Categories:
bluebell, beautiful, blue, drink, fairy,
Form:
Quatrain
One day on a walk in the woods
I rested by a wandering stream
Soon I drifted off to sleep
And had a wonderful dream
I saw myself dancing
In the pale moonlight
Among the Bluebell fairies
It was such a lovely sight
All around they gathered
With a curtsy here and there
I couldn't keep up with their music
But they didn't seem to care
When I awoke I found myself
Humming an unknown tune
It must be the one the fairies played
While we danced beneath the moon
I'm so sorry it was just a dream
And I'd love to go back some night
To dance with the Bluebell fairies
In the pale moonlight
Categories:
bluebell, imagination, nature, visionary,
Form:
Rhyme
Why is the sky so blue, the reflection of the sea,
that is what we are told,
why are some folks eyes' shades of blue,
blue-eyed beauties for me that's true,
Michaelmas daisies, late summer blues,
no equal to the late springtime bluebell hues,
Tommy Steel, never felt like singing the blues,
he did, it was a ruse, made him a fortune, allegedly,
blue forget-me-nots, memories of a blue I'll not see again,
a warm blue Mediterranean, off Malta's coast?
07/12/18
So glad I went back and read that rule
Not allowed to use the word blue, only in the title
Something must of blocked my view
For that rule was vital!
Categories:
bluebell, blue, emotions,
Form:
Free verse
Heaven’s orchestra.
The concert begins.
Symphony played.
Instrumental composition,
Springs violins sounds,
Trumpets call,
The earth rejoices.
Woodwind blows,
Tempo vibrating love.
Dawn chorus! Awakens,
Clashing cymbals,
Bluebells chime.
Beats with poetic rhythm.
The audience watch.
As crescendo of colour,
Blooms.
Wendy Jae
Categories:
bluebell, poems,
Form:
Personification
path of bluebells briefed
oaken limbs breathe caution's wind
immanence emits
Lavender lips of light spill forth her embrace
brushed soft glints of splendor 'cross my eye
left low, an aura hanging on a breeze still
night moons burn engulfing her grace
Fearless thy sight, guide where mist taints
tired trails forged, drapes heavy irons held
release past pains, painted in amber tones
and shine steady, lifting up a weary soul
spirits held still
onward notions pure
reverence withdrawn
Categories:
bluebell, art, devotion, light, visionary,
Form:
Free verse
The smell of spring from my cottage window I taste
A newly formed leaf canopy covered in pastel paste
A carpet of bluebells brightens the land
Livens the forest as for winter it's bland
The bluebells in blend with a purple shade
Another marvel that nature's made
Her ability to bloom and flower her lands
As the tree's look down feeling proud and grand
As I close my eyes and picture Bluebell Wood
As I open my eyes, it looks as it should
An impressive sight on any spring day
Another creation in her portray
.
Categories:
bluebell, nature, spring,
Form:
Rhyme
When bluebells drench'd with dews of summer eves*
open their eyes, she slips from my embrace,
frowns, looking at her watch, puts the long lace
black gartered stockings on and, scented, leaves
my dreams… I wonder why she never wears
a dress. It may take neighbors unawares.
* “The Scholar Gypsy” by Matthew Arnold
10.11.2019
Scented Leaves Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kim Rodrigues
Categories:
bluebell, dream, humor,
Form:
Rhyme