Best Bluebells Poems
Hark, I hear bells tinkling in tune.
Spring has arrived , a big hooray.
For bluebells are now in full bloom.
Look yonder, my friends and admire
Enchanting violet flowers
So melodious and fragrant,
A delight for nature lovers.
A favourite with the fairies.
An incredible spectacle,
Known also for their herbal cures.
1 April 2022
Form L - Lay - New Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Theme Chosen: Nature
8 syllables per line (HMS.com)
Placed 1
We wandered
into the realm of the bluebells
that dwell in the flood plain
after the spring rains.
Carefully
we stepped
through the blue kingdom
along the streams.
We could not hear
the tiny bells,
ringing with mirth.
But we saw
the great heron lift off
toward the river,
his silent blue winged shadow
gliding over the flowers.
4/1/2017
He came to me and gently brought,
the fairest flowers of His thought.
Joy arrived with euphoric mums,
softly as the hummingbird hums.
Purity blown from baby’s breath,
ever innocent until death.
Peace pervaded purest poppy,
tranquil bliss nothing can copy.
Happiness borne from pure lily,
butterfly wings, dainty and frilly.
Gratitude from feathered pink rose;
praises for His blessings arose.
Humility spread bold bluebells,
silken as bunnies’ cotton tails.
Faith that flourished in bright iris,
no other bloom so desirous.
Hope sprung forth from gladiolus,
comforting as lotus’ solace.
Love effused from fan-shaped aster,
greatest from our Lord and Master.
Graciousness shone from all flowers,
teaching of His perfect powers.
Thy love rings like bluebells caught in spring’s breeze
Singing out to my heart heaven’s chorus
Such beauteous song brings larks to their knees
Humming birds charm-ed stilly and voiceless
Thy radiant smile beclouds the sun’s rays
Jaundice daffodils wilt in thy presence
Thou favour emits an opium haze
Lovers’ Lorelei reborn in essence
To mine folly I court thee with ardour
Thy golden locks weave a web ‘round my soul
Beguiling eyes yield thee my surrender
Sempiternal truth insanity stole
Foreseen temptress thy counsel I not heed
Forewarned I ne’er beheld such love from thee
Bluebells are a ringin' and springin' up like kites.
Thyme is rustling along, glimpsing at dazzling sights.
Fox tails are a wagin' in the breeze, zig-zagin',
strutting their charisma, to be petted beggin'.
Roses are perfuming, famous scent resuming,
competing with nearby lilac flowers blooming.
Be still, my bleeding heart, absorb these works of art.
Listen to the thistle, performing like Mozart.
Healing beets are thrumming; tulips pressed are humming.
Flower petals tapping together are drumming.
Tune to trillium thrice and heed sound, sage advice.
Lettuce be thankful for song birds-of-paradise.
2-4-2021
Where yet refrain spider hides, fairy chides
Shall dare tease and tiptoe on spiders webs
Silvery string hang and swing amides guides
Slack-lining steps along until it ebbs
Shall dare tease and tiptoe on spiders webs
From fairest creatures' spirit free clamor
Slack-lining steps along until it ebbs
Tear drops of lilies stoke scent enamor
From fairest creatures' spirit free clamor
Mouse perch playing the cello, a few squeals
Tear drops of lilies stoke scent enamor
Butterflies wings flitting springtime wind reels
Mouse perch playing the cello, a few squeals
Sunlight shining hedgerows rainbow shades
Butterflies wings flitting springtime wind reels
Dragonfly's gossamer wings weave and fades
Sunlight shining hedgerows rainbow shades
Enclosed by spring courtyard emerald grass
Dragonfly's gossamer wings weave and fades
Fairy Queen's daisies blend when beetles pass
Enclosed by spring courtyard emerald grass
Bloom clusters flourish, tremble in the breeze
Fairy Queen's daisies blend when beetles pass
Bluebell, buttercup bring bees to their knees
Bloom clusters flourish tremble in the breeze
Far-off silent buzzes and drowsy hums
Bluebell, buttercup bring bees to their knees
Disappearing when early darkness comes
Far-off silent buzzes and drowsy hums
Human like creature's spirit weave cobwebs
Disappearing when early darkness comes
Fluttering wings hover on silver webs
Human like creature's spirit weave cobwebs
Silvery string hang and swing amides guides
Fluttering wings hover on silver webs
Where yet refrain spider hides, fairy chides
1/27/2021
Proud Pantoum Poetry Contest Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Caren Krutsinger
Virtuous lilies
Merriest bluebells
Fragrant roses
All these she sells
Approaching
each passing car
Displaying her wares
Wishing on a star
blue, drink, fairy, flower, music, nature, water,
BLUE BELLS!
Little blue bells ring out
Their calls to faerie visits
To sing to their songs!
DRINKING FACES!
Blue Bells funnel drink
Down into dry throat-ed faeries
Filling cups of water!
BLUE BELL TRUMPETS!
Toot out their music
Across the flowered garden
In time with the band!
The chestnuts are in full flower and the sycamores are humming with bees,
Meadow grass is knee deep full of flowers, the dog rose climbs up a fence,
The cowslips sway gently like the sea in the corner of a lime green meadow,
Cowslips retire at the end of May their day is now over we say a sad goodbye.
Blackberry bushes burst into glowing white flowers protected by sharp thorns,
Grass grows higher around the hedges of the glade than a working corn field,
Sitting on a bank by a river gushing, bubbling and boiling from earlier rains,
And in the grey shrubbery a squirrel plays in the grass and two swallows sing.
Nests are found high in the trees and deep bushes guarded by jealous mums,
Lapsing waters and blossoms are perfect partners and sweet grasses rustle,
The blossoms of the many apple trees change and blow away by a May breeze,
Blossom floats on rushing water sailing away swirling towards the rough sea.
The old quince is in full bloom with its pale flowers and bright yellow leaves,
The weather is warm not too hot just right for a long stroll with a midday sun,
Walk the river banks with its mustard tribes next to the mature giant colts-foot,
Wander over to a copse of trees hiding blue-bells that are singing and ringing.
I am going to paint a picture of bluebells in a field
Will try to convert this view into words as it yields
Its meandering path through flowers so deep
Past a stream that looks gold from the noon day heat
A slight incline makes the journey go slow
The heady perfume sets your senses aglow
Inhaling deeply perfume swims inside your head
Intoxicatingly lovely, a smell never to forget.......
A lonesome tree throwing out some shade
To sit and peruse the scenery ahead
Hills of gold from the rapeseed grown upon
A smidgen of cloud seeming to puff and begone
I am alone in this beautiful place
Now captured on canvas, I have just the space
In my study it will hang as I sit at my desk
Will remember this day when nature put my art to the test.
Penned 24/06/2014
garden bluebells
bow beneath heavy gaze
cupped dew falls
Bluebells
Blue carpeted greenwood glade,
Leaves spread on the forest floor.
Under tall woodland trees displayed,
English bluebells by the score.
Blue bells bloom when old Winter's spent.
Evening air filled with heady scent
Long remembered of seasons past.
Laying in woods where we would go,
Sylvan spaces where bluebells grow.
14/06/2016
Emily Bronte makes her mark
speaking of the sweet bluebell
in its power shows its blossom
one can't help but go and tell
Springtime in the UK brings them out
the bluebell has a lovely scent
which hangs in the air so heavily
from bell-shaped flowers heavenly sent
The bluebell symbolises something great
humility, gratitude, constancy and everlasting love
this was loved by the Victorians so much
to them it was a language never enough
Folklore showed about bluebell woods
fairies there we're told would ring
so the fairies would be gathered
whether believing this what would it bring
In the UK there's over half that's in the world
recently the bluebell voted UK's favourite wildflower
so colourful with a lovely shade of blue
feeding on the moisture receives in the morning hour
( have written this piece about the lovely Bluebell that blooms in spring here in the UK.)
Blue Belle lies among the bluebells
Deep within the wood,
Every year she returns there,
Remembering a rhyme,
Contemplating a crime,
And every time she leaves
A new Belle walks away
from the bluebell wood.
In April time a sea of blue,
A fragrant carpet 'tween the trees
Transforms the ancient woodland view
The silver birch and oak and yew
Have bright green growth as Spring decrees,
In April time a sea of blue
Saplings sailing on a sea of blue,
Their rigging waving in the breeze
Transforms the ancient woodland view
For centuries bluebells would strew
The forest floor and woodland leaze,
In April time a sea of blue
These fragrant flowers bedecked with dew,
Sparkling like waves upon the seas
Transforms the ancient woodland view
Alas, it's time to bid adieu
And leave the flowers to bumble bees.
In April time a sea of blue
Transforms the ancient woodland view