Best Chrysanthemums Poems
I’ve always loved the chrysanthemums
Bulbs of yellow, purple, orange, and red,
Filling in blank spaces in the flower bed
Perfect perennials appearing in large sums.
We always called them “mums,” for short
Loved making corsages of the white ones,
Sometimes they remind us of colorful suns
I’m told a favorite flower for a royal court.
FIRST PLACE WINNER
Written August 27, 2022
Submitted to: "8 Lines of Rhyme - Your Favorite Flower" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin
Chrysanthemums Birth
Seeds fill orgies needs
Lay numb, pregnant on the fields
Chrysanthemums bloom
Sonnet LXXII
Coming from the Greek "krus anthemon"
Heroic as the name implies, hath told
Revitalised each myth that once upon
Yearns wonder while a bunch of these I hold,
Sufficient is the splendid orb that says,
Another legend shuns the said sunrise
Note all, have in abundance grand displays
Together in their sphere of stark surprise
Hitherto, have I seen this utmost vast.
Essential to the backcloth, those in front
Might eagerly to reach new heights and cast
Unequalled while those fairytales advance
May gods appear so their religions last,
So they can be accepted unsurpassed.
A mother chrysanthemum is blooming
On the side of a footpath were
People are hurrying to and fro
It stood quietly with the defiance of the people
Showing a scene that looks coincidental
Being ignored or not by the thinking eyes
Just bloomed for its own destiny as a fact
Not for a bit for the strangers' passers-by
So why does one need to offer a cheap sigh
Ott's (lots) chrysanthemums in bloom
pitch perfect today
September 14th, 2022.
861 Gravel Pike, Schwenksville,
Pennsylvania 19473
the ideal place
if/when ye dear reader
experience maddening rage
(against the machine)
causing ordinarily calm demeanor
to fuss and fume
perhaps as best man/woman
unbridled quibble between
newly minted bride or groom
(similar scenario between yours truly
and the thirty something gal he married)
both of us barely
able, eager, ready, and willing
to resolve conflict,
(short of getting a divorce),
where nuptial contention didst loom
now... courtesy cap donned with a plume,
and after more'n a quarter century
united in holy moly matrimony.
Highland Manor Apartments
affords quick jaunt
veritable exotic getaway
scant miles away
Schwenksville establishment rooted
at least last half century
local tropical paradise beckons
passer(s) by to saunter
imbibe fragrant aroma,
espy splash of color on hillside
ease hilly draw painter with palette
photographer, musician, writer...
especially during dead of winter,
indoor botanical garden
bounteous, capacious, herbaceous...
topography exquisitely, heavenly,
incredibly... landscaped flora
to dazzle sense and sensibility,
inebriating, intoxicating, invigorating...
metaphorical cathartic ambrosia,
potent fragrant blend
wafting within englassed green acres
buzzfeeding, kickstarting, spellbinding
pollinating, germinating, birthing...
analogous natural stimulant,
holistic, magically therapeutic
without deleterious hallucinogenic,
nor harmful narcotic qualities,
also terrific soporific,
a soothing environment
to gravitate, meditate, ruminate...
healthy psychological restorative
hypothetical scenario to heal
mental, physical, and spiritual wounds
to strengthen body,
mind, and body triage
woke benumbed atavistic
primitive *****sapiens
nihilistic grim outlook (mine)
housing grim prognostication
foreboding bleak aggrievement
impossible submission toward
apocalyptic trend to escape.
In that time when the leaves
Are on fire,
Sparks from the autumn sun,
I return
To my place of nurturing
And ancestors.....
It’s there that sleep becomes
A deepened slumber,
And those old forgotten dreams surface once
More, like a cork
From a floating bottle,
A discarded life
Coming back like a ghost in the midnight
Hour.
Far off the cemetery holds the memory
Of grandparents and they too
Have found a new journey, their old selves
Expanded like a flood of thought...
My hand is warm when I place the orange flowers
Of October on each grave,
Chrysanthemums,
And in a split second of complete nourishment
I know I’m just passing through
And that my childhood has vanished.
The Crysanthemums don’t know what to do
It was cold, now it is hot, colors are fading too
Some blossoms wilting, but the rest still alive
A mixture of beauty until weather takes a dive
When winter rolls its white carpet relentlessly
Leaving the cold snowflakes on the plants to see
Heidi Sands
9/26/17
orange chrysanthemums
have they been invented yet
I plot their birth
Ott's (lots) chrysanthemums in bloom
Highland Manor Apartments
affords quick jaunt
veritable exotic getaway
scant miles away
Schwenksville establishment rooted
at least last half century
local tropical paradise beckons
passer(s)by to saunter
imbibe fragrant aroma,
espy splash of color on hillside
ease hilly draw painter with palette
photographer, musician, scrivener...
especially during dead of winter,
indoor botanical garden
bounteous, capacious, herbaceous...
topography exquisitely, heavenly,
incredibly... landscaped flora
to dazzle sense and sensibility,
inebriating, intoxicating, invigorating...
metaphorical cathartic ambrosia,
potent fragrant blend
wafting within englassed green acres
buzzfeeding, kickstarting, spellbinding
pollinating, germinating, birthing...
analogous natural stimulant,
holistic, magically therapeutic
without deleterious hallucinogenic,
nor harmful narcotic qualities,
also terrific soporific,
a soothing environment
to gravitate, meditate, ruminate...
healthy psychological restorative
hypothetical scenario to heal
mental, physical, and spiritual wounds
to strengthen body,
mind, and body triage
woke benumbed atavistic
primitive *****sapiens
nihilistic grim outlook (mine)
housing grim prognostication
foreboding bleak aggrievement
impossible submission toward
apocalyptic trend to escape.
I glance over
A rose in bloom
Or a gold Egyptian tomb
You look the same as you did last October
I make sure to visit you every day
The sky always looks gloomy
The space between us is too roomy
I can’t bring myself away
I wish I was closer to you
Barriers separate us in many ways
You left me in a daze
Can we ever start anew?
I bring you flowers every time
Sometimes I wonder if you remember me
The petals fall onto you like debris
In this light, I bet you look divine
I wonder what you would’ve looked like in the present
It was so long ago
To you, I owe
I wish I could get to you, the descent
I fall to my knees on the dirt
Tears fall down freely
My feelings for you are ideally
I know you wouldn’t like to see me hurt
My hand rests on your tomb
Fingers trace your name
I glance at your photo frame
The uncanny look of doom
Chrysanthemums
Chrysanthemums arrive in fall
Yellow, white, maroon or rusty;
Some grow short – some grow tall -
They bloom when stormy winds blow gusty.
From Children of the Autumn Garden
3-6-20
Contest Rithimus Divisa 2
Sponsor: Gregory Barden
You always loved reading
I was never one for it
You lent me one of your books
It still remains in my possession
You were my favourite book, you opened up to me so easily
Your cover was the most pulchritudinous
Little did I know your contents were valetudinous
That's the thing about books, the inscriptions aren't always as pretty as the cover
The words that filled your pages, I wanted nothing but to show you my assuages
I stare at your pictures for hours on end
Dreaming, fantasizing about holding you
Your spine was cracked, your blurb was ruined
You loved your books, but I wasn't apart of your library
Maybe you'd read the story on my grave, would you visit my cemetery?
Would you shed a single tear for me?
You knew that my favourite flowers we're chrysanthemums
If it were you, guilt would take over like exanthemas
I say all this like you'll still know me before I’m gone
Are all your memories of me still yet to have withdrawn?
I wish I closed your book when I had the chance
Maybe you'd not be here if I did, you left me in a trance
I wish it was harder for me to forgive everything you did to me
But I know at the end of the day, I'd take you back, you wouldn't, so why aren't you dead to me?