Best Bud Poems
My
breath
shivers under
a rug of loneliness,
a sleepy heart huddles
against such memories
of togetherness and not of
goodbyes, hating to disperse
the fiery rhymes of your lips,
as well as the warmth of its
sweat...tastes like red wine,
then it beats...and beats
gently, as it envisions
you, in an early
misty
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g
I think of you..
An instant swirl
of a rose-bud breeze
descending between
silence and sleep.
My one and only
night- time companion.
At last,we're no longer strangers
I know you!
I found you!
I have you!
Fresh manna casacading
on a slothful pillow
The sweetest contentment released .
A flutter of butterflies
in sync with my heart's
Du-dum,Du-dum,drumming beat .
Yet,words,words fail me,
Pink lips are sealed.
Low voice can't utter
soft ardent whispers
nor gentle echoes
can return back to recall
this beauty I see.
My pen can't scribble
the name of the flame
where fire desires to be
Each line is too faint,
Each verse is too bleak,
too bleak to describe you,
and the hundred emotions
which you make me feel.
Inspired by music
Alone in the cold a young bud will wait,
to finally bloom before its too late,
hoping that others around him will grow,
to accompany him while he learns what they know.
When it is finally warm enough for his petals to open,
he will reach towards the sun because he has been chosen,
to grow with all of his energy and might,
and make the earth much more colorful and bright.
Once he has stayed as much as he can,
he will hide from the world just like the plan,
to be cozy and warm while the cold moves in,
and keep the beauty he needs when he comes back again.
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one rose bud opens
vibrant fragant eagerly draws...
night's first killing frost
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"About This Poem"
Love is of itself an entity,
Never knowing when it's touch will be.
Hate appears, a sentiment as well.
Predators of love in consort dwell.
Cunning with intentions unrevealed.
Spiteful in its malice to conceal.
Speak the truth to know a friendship's birth,
Legacy of trust, proclaims your worth.
Time for all who live is all too brief.
Shun beguiling paths that lead to grief.
Look beyond impressions you assume.
Small the bud, so beautiful the bloom.
Gene Bourne
03-15-14
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*Note: Lanterne/Concrete
The wind is crisp when clouds cover the
sun, what passes for warm when clouds
disappear.
Great oak trees, maple and elm, in full
bare-branched display, before the bud.
Red norway pine, just outside my window,
enrobed in rich, cinnamon bark,
still smiles with long green needles,
bristling with resin-dipped cones.
A great fascination I pursue, binoculars in
tow, discovering many-generational
squirrel nests, high in the trees; twigs,
paper refuse, any and all acquired detritus,
salvaged to create beautiful sanctuaries, to
call home-
I'm
Truly
Envious
04/26/14
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Love is a flower garden,
An ocean of emotions;
Photographs of memories,
Love is a journey.
There are many kinds of love,
A lover's embrace and kiss;
Love of family and friends,
The love of a pet.
Love of nature and the world,
Mankind and all creatures;
For me, the love of poetry,
And, I love you God.
Oh, love turns the world around,
Love is stronger than a war;
Hate, jealousy have no chance,
Love, a fragile bud . . .
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May 1, 2016
Poetry/Dodoitsu/Love- A Fragile Bud Opening
Copyright Protected, ID 16-784-525-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, Love Turns The World Around
sponsor, Nayda Ivette Negron
First Place
midst winter's branches
a tiny green bud appears...
heralding springtime
sunshine will coax it
to become lovely flower...
to wear in spring's hair
February 17.2023
for "spring Flower, Bird or Butterfly, Haiku x 2" contest
by Tania Kitchin
Spring Flower
howmanysyllables.com
My eyes wafted toward the edge of a thicket
Where briars and sage hastened to thrive
There amid brush and bramble, a delicate face
Peeped out from the dense shrubbery and pine
Lighting my heart and reassuring my senses
That life was about to start fresh this Spring
Laughed the hesitant blooms of a bunch of
Lemony yellow daffodils chuckling with joy
Brilliant creamy flowers on stems of emerald
Danced in the flickering sunlight that whispered
Through the wood and reminded me that life
Was about to start anew, fresh as these buds
Breathing through the whispers of delicious
Intimate caresses I chose a flower for my table
And grew more hungry for their flavors than
The food that tastes so delicious to the appetite
There will be brighter flowers, more vivid and lively
Swaying in the breeze, more lovely than moonlight dreams
But I don’t believe there will ever be a more beloved
Delicate smile from any Spring blush than the daffodil
The Most Beautiful Flowers You've Seen Blossoming This Spring So Far Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: M. L. Kiser
May 8, 2021
A young bud, I’m awakened by Bells of Ireland
and a magnificent Morning Glory,
Baby’s Breath and Freesia near my cheek.
Larkspur and Delphinium happily look on
as blissfully I sun myself throughout the morn
surrounded by an ever-present bright array of beauty!
Enchantingly time passes as I take notice of
Lavender’s allure and the grace of Queen of Lace;
the charm of Jonquille, Jasmine, and Gardenia.
Pansy, Tulip, Peony, and Petunia want to play,
swaying gleefully with Buttercup and fellow Gladiola.
Periwinkle seems to wink at me
as I sneak a peek at pretty Primrose in repose.
However, when sweet Violet I spy,
she always shrinks so shyly from my gaze.
I’m cheered by Chrysanthemum and yellow Daffodil.
Marigold and Sunflower never fail to make me smile;
Magnolia and Myrtle nod hello to me
and Forget-me-not reminds me she is there!
Through the whole sweet afternoon,
fair Lilac’s scent permeates the air.
Soon enough Sun bids us all Adieu.
I then see white against the fading light -
Iris, Lily, Narcissus, Limonium and Rose.
Inhaling Orchid’s heady fragrance through the night,
I slumber in tranquility, wondering in dreams. . .
what flower I’ll be blossoming into!
For SandyIvy's "My own little Garden" Poetry Contest
Her beauty, her presence, leaves nothing to chance
Unaware she steals eyes, at the very first glance
takes air from the lungs, steals joy from the fun
and brims with an essence that captures the sun
A smile that's as natural as a day in the sun
With hair slick and shining from an afternoon's fun
Her skin pink and rosy
Our eyes follow closely
while legs long and slim, are like stems on the posies
In her innocence taking it all for granted
Not knowing that nature around her, enchanted
This beautiful child, who never was told
That she'll bloom like a flower that soon will unfold
Into a beauty that remains yet untold
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12/6/15 For Contest "Oil Paintings" sponsored by Eve Roper
Image #2
A promise to behold
Unfolding not to be rushed
Wait, hope and trust; it’ll be.
Curl me up a tree
Wrap me into a bundle
Light me up like a candle
The warmth of my joy
Kills the carvings you fear
Yes, it bothers me
How you take pleasure in my pain
We are paperless in this age
The pen is made useless on a page
This knowledge falls on deafness
Enlightenment ends in blindness
Scientists, powerless
Fear big business
Imagine the textbooks in the toilets
Education flushed down the drain
The empty classrooms
The air thick with ignorance
The stench of a mental disease
Written on the chalkboard, “REcyKiLL”
FAX me to your heart’s content
The pulp, I hope he gets a paper cut
I wept until my roots were uprooted
My leafless branches dried up and twisted
My timber became rooftops
At least cultivate me an artificial forest
A sort of vegetation urbanisation
Then my offspring would grow
To see the light of day
Taller than the black clouds of smoke
I couldn’t clear
Did you ever think about this
every time you get your car washed, it rains?
those muggy showers lower the heat wave
I'll see you at the car wash tomorrow!