Best Camellias Poems
Azalea blooms show their pink blaze
Begonias in beds amaze
Cornflowers grow in blue delight
Daffodil debuts still thrill our sight
Eastern Redbud, a bright pink splash
Forsythia gold hides winter's ash
Gardenia, soft with creamy hues
Hyacinth paints with varied blues
Irises rise in purple duds
Jasmine vines show pastel buds
Kafir Lilies, a border bloom
Lilacs share their sweet perfume
Magnolias are pink or white
Neillia clusters in rose delight
Orchids grow with pale soft hues
Pansies, purple with darkest blues
Quince's blossoms of pink delight
Red Chokeberry blooms in rose or white
Snowdrops dangle small white gems
Tea Tree Camellias sleep on stems
Ursinia shows a fiery glow
Viburnum's spread creates a show
Wax Flowers paint a pastel scene
Xylobium...an Orchid dream
Yellow Anemones' full beds bring
Zinnias add their splash to Spring
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Sparkling ~ Dangling ~ Outrageous ~ Bizarre
the longer the better ~ the wilder they are
they are making me grin
I am feeling them swing
when moving my head
zany rings in my ears
some they are odd
some they are even
I wear them together
with flowers in my hair
lifting me making me
outlandish eccentric
zany I grow old disgracefully
but what do I care ~ with
bright red camellias adorning my hair
Written to lift my mood on 10th April 2021
Contest All Yours (April 12)
Sponsor Brian Strand
N/A
Contest 'Z' contest New or Old
Sponsor Constance La France
FIRST PLACE
At the end of winter's cold
And the beginning of spring
While the Camellias still bloom
Come to me
Let's share some time
Enjoy life together
While the Camellias still bloom
In lovely warmer weather
In the garden where memories
Whisper, a Camellia bud awakens
That tender blossom with velvet petals
Dances with grace and sun embraces
Love, like Camellia's blossoms
Grows slowly, nurtured by moments
Like these fleeting times spent together
But yet love is eternal
As velvety petals unfurl, vibrant
Love's ardor consumes, but is resilient
Winter's winds carry sweet fragrance
And of love's true commitment
In this ever-changing world
Let love find its place
May its gentle whispers and grace
Bear witness to love's evolution __in time
Placed Second In :
Spring Sonata Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Joseph Bru
Spring Sonata
When the queen of seasons serenades her sonata
And the spring sun spreads its soft shine on earth,
It`s time for daisies purple and blue to take birth anew,
For lilies pink and white to spring out from slumber
And daffodils yellow to garb on a new dress.
When the spring shine gently warms the air far and wide,
It`s time for camellias deep red to parade their blooms,
Vie with the splendour of tulips orange
And spy the frolics of skillful bees
Stealing nectar from the midst of flowers.
When the sweet breeze of spring sings its song,
It`s time for flowers to display their pomp
And their brilliance to all observant eyes,
Pervade the air with their delicious scent
And radiate the joy of life and living.
When the spring morn creeps in at dawn,
It`s time to lend ears to sparrows
Tweeting and twittering at ease
Amidst robins chirping with grace
While scanning the air with flapping wings.
When the moon and stars of spring slips in,
It`s time for sages to stare at the shine
Subdued by a slight breeze that caresses the skin,
And for staunch lovers to stitch sweet sugary dreams
In the stark silence of their silken couch.
When the gentle night of spring steps in,
It`s fitting time to scribble a serenade
To hail the gracious queen of seasons
And offer to her heartiest appreciation
For bestowing on man her generous boons.
My garden is unfolding before my startled eyes.
Each blossom as it opens is a welcome, glad surprise.
The daffodils are blooming and spread sunshiny cheer,
While the tulips are struggling to hold up their heads this year.
The plum trees are in blossom, their branches snowy white,
Others playing possum keep their new buds closed up tight.
Rhododendrons showing color, camellias in full bloom,
The scene is ever changing in my outdoor living room.
Crocuses and small snowdrops are already past their prime.
Anemones and pansies are expected anytime.
A bunny in my garden is looking for a deal.
And eagle in my birch tree, eyes the bunny for a meal.
Oh my garden in the springtime is an optical delight,
While predators of every kind are looking for a bite.
I must find a way to thwart them without poisoning the land..
I will share with the less greedy, slugs and aphids must be banned.
We know her as Camellia...that fine name,
a perfect one for someone sweet as she;
her silky skin and amber eyes proclaim
a charming, pristine beauty, all agree.
Just like the flower's petals, pure and white
are shaped into a cup of perfect form,
Camellia molds her care to help them fight
the painful journey to more healthy norm.
Our dear Camellia comes most every day
to nurture our close friend who cannot walk.
Her tenderness and kindness lead the way
with her fine therapy and gentle talk.
Her steadfastness and excellence outshine
the beauty and the presence she portrays;
it's what's inside her heart that is sublime
and marks her loveliness in many ways.
Just as the flower does, Camellia lives,
with meaning of a pure and lovely soul;
perfection, beauty, in the care she gives
to her dear patients...help, her only goal.
August 25, 2016
~13th Place~
Contest: And In Words, She Blooms
Sponsor: Casarah Nance
Judged: 09/14/2016
"The symmetrical beauty and long-lasting quality of the flower have long been appreciated. White camellias with their pristine and pure hue depict an adorable quality. The white blossom may also symbolize perfection without blemish. Camellias, no matter what the color have meanings attached to them like steadfastness, and excellence. Once the white Camellias go into its fully bloomed form, it takes the shape of a delicate cup of petals...for the white camellia, getting blossoms with a perfectly shaped cup will embody your message of admiration for someone’s adorable qualities."
Ambitious Amaryllis arrive soon,
Bloodroots beauty appears to bloom.
Colourful Camellias grow in shade,
Daffodils dance in garden parade.
English-daisies pretend as innocent,
Freesia flowers friendly and fragrant.
Gleeful is the glamorous Geranium,
Hyacinths cling in cluster they come.
In too many shades Irises are seen,
Jovial and joyous are the Jasmine.
Kind are the keen Kangaroo paws,
Lamb's ear some attention it draws.
Maltese Cross active and anxious,
Naive and nervous are the Narcissus.
Orchids are obedient with open-eyes,
Pampered Pansies, peep in small size.
Quince flower is bright orange-red,
Rockrose arrive as shrub and spread.
Stylish smile surrounds Sweet pea,
Trillium flower has petals only three.
Umbrella Magnolia shines like star,
Virginia bluebells stunning they are.
Wallflowers stay silent and are shy,
Xyris watches with her yellow eye.
Yarrow are tiny tightly together,
Zestful is Zephyr in lovely weather.
Nature's colour in flowers is seen,
Among all seasons Spring is queen.
April 18, 2016.
Spring Flowers - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Shadow Hamilton
New or Old 5 - Poetry Contest
Turning the pages of God's coloring book
Beauty everywhere we look
Human minds cannot comprehend
The Greatest of artists and His pen
Each season, paints a different scene
Summer, Autumn, Winter and Spring
The sun in summer, so yellow and bright
Forests of green such a beautiful sight
Vivid blues take on the sky
White clouds float steadily by
Green grass covers the land
Oceans blue meet white sand
Autumn brings leaves changing
Hues of warmth, colors ranging
Sunflowers, yellow and brown
Burgundy splashed all around
Breathtaking views of Autumn Fall
Mountains covered with majestic awe
The color of orange sprouts from the ground
Wearing stems green for a crown
Winter skies taken over with gray
Snow covered mountains, beauty displayed
Country roads, snow covered trees
So much to behold, the eye to see
The moon's faded hue, lights up the sky
Galaxy of colors, such a delight
The ground lies in beautiful white
As silver stars dance on high
Spring brings a vibrant view
Roses of red, Violets of blue
Camellias in shades of pink
Pastels from God's colored ink
Dandelions, cover the grass
A shade of yellow to add some class
Everything bright and anew
Handpicked of God's perfect hues
The elegance of God, none to compare
So vibrant yet so fragile and fair
In awe of everywhere we look
The beauty of God's coloring book
Written by: Donetta Harless
Thursday, August 25, 2016
A crooning owl sang me to sleep each night
From beyond the great oak that held my torn kite
Ripples from the pool filter heard each morn
Screened in porch that morning glories adorned
Spring came early for twenty-three grand years
Memories that will never disappear
Camellias, azaleas planted with care
Colorful fruit trees will always be there
But walks through my woodland have ended now
Economic struggles would not allow
A lady to live her remaining years
In the home where rain has washed away tears
* For Michael's "A Change of View" Contest
Women, how can I make you a fair definition?
You have nurtured 6 billion live children
So, you are the mother of the human
On every piece of land on this planet
They, with fine wisdom and skillful hands
Arranged, the order of time and
The dimensions of tolerance
Giving the air the direction of love
Making the clouds Elegance and
The moonlight flow like a stream
So, you created miracles
I remembered how you grew up
Like flowering trees, jasmine, peaches
Apricot, or plums...
In the wind of spring and
In rays of the beautiful sun,
You are stretching the branches joyfully
And releasing the growth happily,
I can also hear your voice too,
As you are flying in the air, like the thrushes,
The swallows, or the Orioles...
Or like the sparrows jumping from branch to branch
So, you are broadcasting graceful music
When I'm near you, I can also smell your breath
The fragrance is somewhat with sweet,
Like the jasmines, the cloves, or the camellias...
And when I'm away for a long time from you,
Many times, my heart will become noisy
And my thoughts will diffuse
And hard to maintain a mindset of a scientist
And whenever this moment comes,
I know it will be more hard to define...
So, I must go outside
Facing the flowering trees and
Dazing
* To International Women's Day
Hark oh! Stranger halt!
hearken my plea,ere your surmised decree
thy callous hand,cease them
afore thee naive,asunder me from mine roots
I, fledgling bud,still to bloom and ripe
to blossom and feed the wind,my luscious incense
soon to allure the sweet birds,bees,flies
and proud primrose,buttercup,camellias, daffodils
shall envy my blossomed beauty
nay! do not sever me from my source
the one thee avow thine love, if gift me to her
I be a day's charm,an hour's essence
she'll keep me hidden in pages so white
forget so long, to show any light
and i'll wither and wither and die
hear me!your lover long not for my crimson veil
still to my roots,present me alive to her
she'll nuture me,so shall I always bloom
the wind rustling my emerald leaves,
shall whisper your voice
the thorns, my sword ,shall protect her from vice
my essence, fragrance her life
and touch,my tender touch will remind her
of your eternal love!
April camellias have their say
Azalea scent in May
Hydrangea colour a June day
Spring..takes my breath away
I found a chateau lawn once, teeming with charm
A MAZE it was, growing cluttered yet it had an air
Of much lushness TURNING the space into a hued mantle;
Where PATHS of herbage, bluebells, camellias sashayed
Like a vintage GARDEN set on cobblestone and ivy WALL.
Touches of grass here... firs, and jasmines there bloomed
Like shabby elegance which was never designed--
On the aisle, a SINUOUS bend led me to a wishing well
Creating a playful mood for birdsongs' rhythmic trills,
While dragonflies wheeled in pirouetted flight
That I, LOST in this finery recalled springtime glee
When my cousins' roguish play of hide-and-seek,
Mirrored their frolic, TWISTING reeling among weeds:
O reminisces gushed of colored florets TRAPPED
Within their scratched arms made me dream again,
About a youth's lawn which held me enthralled...
This wondrous PUZZLE of discovery I now keep, on my mind!
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Maze--19 Word Challenge Contest
Sponsored by Dear Heart
6/28/2020
She is a widow, never wanting to marry again, never defiling her vows,
her five children have moved to other parts of the United States;
and they seldom visit her, except on the very special season of Christmas,
when she adorns her home with garlands and lights to honor the Child Jesus...
Her name is Amelia, a petite lady from Andalusia,whose passion is writing poems,
and her Spanish accent is somewhat heavy, but the words are clear and precise;
on long summer's nights she speaks of her native land...meadows covered with camellias,
and tells tales of Columbus and the Conquistadors with feathered helmets...
She was quite beautiful in her younger days, daises in her dark, lustruos hair,
and sea-colored eyes that resembled the Mediterranean Sea, which brought her nostalgia;
and she often wore a folklorist costume of stripes of bright orange and yellow like her flag,
and now she's confined to a wheelchair looking sad...who has camellias for Amelia?
This past spring I planted a dozen of camellias plants in the empty and barren lawn,
hoping they would bloom when she would stare at the huge Atlantic Ocean;
and with eyes as sharp as a youngster, Amelia would see her beloved Spain,
and those lush meadows covered with camellias to bring her bitter-sweet pain.
In the quite hours of an early August' morning, Amelia rose to say her prayers,
and with the rosary in her devoted hands, she peaked outside and surprisingly smiled;
a beautiful garden of camellias appearing in front of her joyous eyes... she was so delighted,
but she couldn't go outside and caress them, but thought to herself, " Someone cares! "
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
Rain polka dots
the limestone church
in a spray of champagne
as throngs of ballet slipper camellias
plie like marionettes
with crystal strings
to heavy drops
on an emerald lawn
of rice tosses.
Rows of braided Lavender
sway to Spring's accordion gusts
just as far-off fields of shamrock
jettison rose poppies
into glistening air.
7/18/18