Best Bouquet Poems
In a crystal vase, a flower bouquet I arrayed:
Iris flowers purple, yellow on its outer edge
Interlaced with a layer of tulips burgundy-red
Beholden to support of emerald green stems
And gracing the center are tall pink rose buds
Warning their sharp prickles not to interfere
With romantic dreams of a budding ruby rose
Unfolding slowly, and revealing just enough--
A mere glimpse at the stares of secret lovers.
You stand there, admiring symphony of colors
When evening sun peeks in, twinkling white crystal
As your smile evokes verses of love, divulging so little
Much like a first kiss, reluctant to say more.
June 23, 2019
Poem of the day on June 25,2019
Placed 2nd: Your choice flower verse contest by Brian Strand
Writing talent is not judged by gender
although the sexes may often disagree
but we should never be an offender
when reading offered lines of poetry
Lines written by the hand of a gifted poet
make us contemplate their words in awe
so leave a comment, letting them know it
overlook what you might think is a flaw
How many smiles will you offer today
for the clever writings posted by a friend
by offering a rose or a sweet word bouquet
your kind thoughts will be a hand you extend
A concession of time for reading pleasure
a glimpse within a poet's heart and soul
To those who read, please leave a measure
letting them know, "I read you and extol"
two souls in flight above a swirl of blooms blossoming in timeless love
A bouquet of WILD ROSES
I have received today
youth of colours
warmth of Summer
the nectar of the soul.
A bouquet of WILD ROSES
I have received today
bounties of petals
paths of scents and flavours
the garden of the soul.
A bouquet of WILD ROSES
I have received today
a flowing Nature
a glowing nature
the power of the soul.
A bouquet of WILD ROSES
I have received today
a Rose in a maze
in full bloom never ceases to amaze
the treasure of the soul.
A bouquet of WILD ROSES
I have received today
the voice of a mirror
contented echoes
the harmony of the soul.
A bouquet of WILD ROSES
I have received today
a wanderer of worlds and memories
the word at her pen tip
the gift of a poetess!
To my dear friend, Line Gauthier
My most sincere gratitude for a remarkable humility and generosity.
While walking a so wonderful path of poetry, Line has gracefully granted me a warm welcome in the garden of her soul to embrace her WILD ROSES.
Thank you so much, dear Line for giving me this honour and great delight.
Rumbles roar
Waterfall's bellows pitch
Misty spray sprinkles rocks quinces thirst
Soft moist moss
Springs forth upon hard rock
Constant moisture encourages growth
Yell water
Rush, reverberate
Crash, clamor upon solid firm stone
Fresh clean air
Scented with spring flowers
Crisp lavender spices' bouquet untouched
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
Contest:Forms Of Crystalline
Theme: Waterfalls
Written by: Sara Kendrick
Today, October 31, 2014
A delicate pink rose brings me a new voice
A bright red rose takes my breath away
A yellow rose melts my heart like no other
A white rose shows me the purity of life
A rose bouquet of peace to share with all
Entry into contest of Moses
New Contest: New or Old poems, Beautiful, 10 lines or less
2nd Place Winner
With every new day, love finds a way
Molding it from the beginning like a colorful bouquet
Both of us willing to do the work that builds a pathway
To that special place where love lives on display
Giving it to God when we bow our heads to pray
Taking on presence in our lives like foreplay
Building a foundation made of gold
One that will support us as we grab a hold
Of what warms us inside and keeps us from the cold
Always willing to take the time
To live true love that we design
Making sure we have seen the right signs
Building trust in each other that helps us unwind
What goes on living in our minds
Realizing love is far from a perfect rhyme
It takes dedication and commitment to keep it in time
With every new day, love finds its way
Like a beautiful sunset across the bay
Having no regrets from our yesterdays
It's far from a picnic in full play
Creating forever love that is here to stay
Dancing through life like a perfect ballet
it was a
glorious sunny day
a day I would never forget
I waited till the flower shop opened
I was their first customer that morning
perfumes were rich and magnificent
I knew exactly what I came in to get
a few exquisite long stemmed roses
and the color had to be just right
peach on the side of salmon rosé
coral with the blush of tangerine
apricot with a hue of orangina
here there they were
and they were mine
my heart was
elated
AP: 3rd place 2025, Honorable Mention 2022
Submitted on March 11, 2021 for contest FLOWER OR FLOWERS IN IMAGISM FORM sponsored by CONSTANCE LA FRANCE - RANKED 1ST
His Bouquet
Within the quiet of the moonlight
the stars spread beauty in the sky
His gift of heavenly love
what glorious array
add to his bouquet
sunshine and rain
colorful
flowers
too
Erich J.Goller
Copyright 2.11.11
A walk through the meadow seems in order
The sun is peaking through some wispy cloud,
Coreopsis is in full bloom along the border
While verbena and cosmos are standing proud.
I make my way through the overgrown path
Pushing aside the wild carrot and floss flower,
Knowing I’ll have beggar’s lice as an aftermath
Causing my nosy neighbor to snicker and glower.
It’s a fine, fine day; butterflies are everywhere
And the mockingbird’s are tweetering melodies
As I get closer to the tree line a-way over there
Where the squirrels will jump between the trees.
I do not expect to see deer since I’m rather late
And they are generally feeding in early morn,
So they’ll have bedded down in hidden shade
They have long weaned their early spring born.
Surprisingly, I see an opossum trundling along
Three or four young’uns clinging to her back.
Picking a bouquet of flowers, I break into song,
And hear scuttling noises, I’ve disturbed a pack
Of nesting quail, fairly close, and off to my right,
Streaking in a flurry their white underbellies flay
I locate them just in time to see them take flight.
I’ll get on home to vase my wildflower bouquet.
Written August 6, 2022
The glamour of a prestigious school lured her far away..
two years would whizz past, of arduous work,
immersing in books, away from home,
away from her beloved...she assured him.
rushing to the station, he wished her all good luck,
holding a bouquet of Lily of the Nile...she admired !
petals shrivel, flowers wither, the moment does not.
July 27, 2022
Short Verse Inspired By Pictures Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Lisa YY
Picture B:https://www.pinterest.com/pin/578431145904762475/
SECOND PLACE
my love breathes amidst grief ~ kissing glass-winged dreams of spectral moon lilies…
gifted with flowers
a valentine's day bouquet ~
symbol of his love
On the upcoming Mothers’ Day,
a unique floral gift she’ll give, thought May.
In the garden she spends quite a while,
waters the plants so the flowers will smile.
The plants don’t grow tall as time passes by,
flowers don’t bloom big, she doesn’t know why.
So, she keeps on praying day and night,
let God blossom flowers, big and bright.
At month’s end, she is filled with glee,
for God has listened to her earnest plea.
Garden is full of flowers on stems long,
blooming in stout cradle of saplings strong.
She cuts the stalks, makes a huge bunch,
with loads of flower she runs lest they crunch.
She isn’t tired, but very happy,
‘cause for Mom a big bouquet she could carry.
#2
Butterflies~
scarred and stained,
breathe within a glass cocoon
spun with black-widow silk and smoke,
waving weary wings
in the midst of nothingness,
c h a i n e d with bleeding petals
from a garden of grief,
caught in gossamer greed,
that feeds insidious seeds
to this chrysalis heart,
weeping in seething silence,
as the world cares not to heed
tunes of trauma,
ricocheting through
flutes of patience,
oblivious to the p a i n they flutter
upon fickle fields of Zeus~
a battlefield designed in crestfallen roses,
a home that froze my desire to dream.
O my bloody Valentine,
bloody valentine,
I see through your
bouquet of bleached bones,
wrapped with paper promises,
perfumed with lethal potions
to lure me back into
the crystalline cage
of a vindictive vulture,
dressed as Romeo,
armored with Cupid’s charm,
f l i r t i n g with fragility
in narcissistic grace…
But must I forever
be a prisoner of the sinister sun,
carving my skin
with poisoned rays?
Or am I to remain mute
in your mansion of malignant marigolds?
For I feel the deceptive dews
floating through those corpse-like eyes
that seized the skies of innocence,
dragging diamond-dusted daggers
amidst wistful stars,
leaving me unheard and unseen,
while I scream through scorching stillness,
engrossed in somber solitude,
awaiting the
delicate d a n c e
of morning glows
to caress the insomniac
pillows I rest my fears upon,
questioning the next wave of violence
that would
clothe me in nothing but deep blue~
b r u i s e s.