Best Calla Poems

A lily sits frozen upon a white mountain,
Overseeing the crimson sun.
Overseeing landscapes with striking ginger and emerald,
That even God dreams of such blissful sceneries.
Its Wind blows the Grass,
Into a wave motion, swiftly, and gently moving towards the lily,
Yet such a gentle gesture is unable to...

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my morning coffee
while soaking up the sunshine
the Calla Lilies 
are a balm to my senses
I breathe in their rich fragrance...

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Alas, I beseech you, Rose. How many have fallen to your elegant beauty? The curves of every petal, red as a ripe cherry, have called so many.

Next to the rose, who can love the Calla Lily? I am only a simple flower, beautiful, perhaps, only...

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Lone Lily
Unfurled in quiet repose
Grasped in the hands of the damned
Held under chin to capture the soul
Closed in the darkness 
Of satin lined box
Never again to be gazed upon
It’s sweet scent lost to the living
Slowly fading as flesh melts

 And all that remains……  ...

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The calla lily ladies pay a dainty little toll 
to shade their face from beauty which will purify their soul. 
(all protestant their daughters - ambiguity is plain - 
unscented shapeless bodies with no luster to their mane) 

Belief is not conceit received within a...

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The magnificent beauty
Unique in its appearance 
Used since the days of Rome
Marked in the passage of winter solstices   
Treasured and cherished 
Lover of water, pure and elegant
Fragrant and bliss 
With a tear drop center 
Once gracing the royal gardens of Paris
Cut and resting...

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the sunshine stunners
a varicolored valley
calla lilies wild

blacks reds and orange
at home with pinks and yellows
the swinging season

pink robin in leaves
strutting towards the sunset
unseen gardener...

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green leaves, foreshadow,
of sword-like regalia…
lily buds unsheathed -
dainty pastels of yellow,
purple, pink and lavender...

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Exquisite flower 
Beautifies with dainty grace
The place when you stand
From weddings to funerals
Representing transitions











3-6-2016...

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White trumpets rise, a silent, stark decree,
Their waxy bells, a whisper in the air,
Calla lilies, born of purity.

A single stem, a graceful embassy,
Where light and shade in subtle hues compare,
White trumpets rise, a silent, stark decree.

Their petals hold a promise, calm and free,
Of beauty born,...

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