Best Crepe Poems
Eventide’s misty winds gently oscillate
Colorful clusters of crepe-myrtle flowers
Crowning atop rows of elegant tree-trunks
Blooms lavender, pink, red, and purple
Hanging in air from tips of twigs slender
Bowing to earth, donning green foliage
Arrayed in symmetrical flower-bouquets.
On a summer stroll, my hand you hold,
Gazing rhythms tilting back and forth
Swaying gracefully symphony of colors
As synchronized whispers merrily rustle
Echoing intentions of doting twilight sun
Beholden to season's gift of blossoms.
Gales now swirl, petite petals disperse,
Whirling confetti, drifting dances aerial,
Sprinkling fine motifs of tinted splendor
Twisting, turning, in eve’s amber passion
Flying all over, as we gaze, wooing love,
Where violet-sky above artfully evokes
Opaline glimpses of dreams ephemeral
Inscribed in spectrum on crimson horizon.
Written: March 13, 2021
Placed 6th: Submitted on October 14, 2022 to:
2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 17 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Mark Toney
Poem of the day on March 15, 2021
Placed 1st: Flower or flowers in imagism form poetry contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Placed 1st: All yours (March 17) by Brian Strand
As the garden grows…
This one is For Sythia
Rose may not agree
She’s the one who seems to think
That “Everything’s for me!”
Their beauty is so petty
Tulips speak with ease
“Let’s hope this doesn’t Croc us”
This late Spring eager freeze
Yes, Daisy is so worried
She knows she’s getting old
How will she support herself
“Not all can Mari gold”
Lily is in Lavender
Seen heading to the Station
She worries the environment
“We are still a Car nation”
Though Sythia is fragile
She’s grieving recent death
Mums the word when she’s around
She eyeing Baby’s Breath
She’s dating that Sweet William
And that’s why Rose is sore
At last Spring’s garden party,
Will and Rose had known L’Amour
I guess they all have problems
Just ask that Prickly Pear
Won't even say Hi Biscus
With his nose up in the air
I wish they’d chill, relax and eat
The ground has been so fertile
Just then Azalea shouted out
“Hey, hand me a Crepe, Myrtle”
Lost like unused syllables in unrhyming words
petals of frilled sorrow drip to the earth from weeping trees,
crying each filigreed petal slowly, one by one,
in cascades of gentle tears to their tender rest,
shaping billowing beds of brightly colored pillows,
until soft breaths of evening breeze exhale long sighs
through longing limbs creating whirlwinds of smiling fragrance
in the fawning dance of each nectarous petal.
Like lover's swirling in life's last dying embrace,
reflections of cold loneliness slip past with each fallen bud.
Soon the flowers will be lost in winter's stark gray advance,
and the smooth bark of the Crepe Myrtle will lie dormant
yearning for the elongating warm caress of Spring,
and its delicate chiffon cloak of humbled innocence,
again hiding its discomfiting gnarled nakedness
behind silken vales of scintillating incandescence.
11/07/15
crepe myrtle's bare limbs
peeled bark reveals red-brown tone...
sparse seed pods remain
Crepe Myrtle flower
Delicate inviting bees
Come early breakfast
hot pink wig blowing
in the wind around thick limbs
razor smooth barkless
For Linda Marie's contest
A
Row
Of green
With blossoms
Crepe Myrtle in bloom
Magenta against spring green leaves
Evidence of summer displayed in full glorious colors
The Crepe Myrtle bursts
raspberry exuberance
in early August's burning.
Now's when I miss you.
Soon alder leaves like hearts bleed
red, pass my window churning.
8/14/17
Melting butter
Luxuriously pampering
To my palate
Gentle stream with quiet ripples
Cool placid lake at summer’s end
Soft butterfly kisses on skin
Crepe de chine
~*~
Annalise
Weave a Rondolet Contest Sponsored by Nette
Prunella loved the color purple,
planting some lovely Crepe Myrtle’s;
they had a humongous growth spurt,
all due to her nitro-rich dirt,
now her yard’s a Myrtle hurdle.
6-11-2022
Contest / A Funny Limerick - Any Theme Contest
Tania kitchen
C rinkley lines upon angel wings
R ippling in air to songs that ring
E ntertain some people as they view
P eevish part of the body fair
E arth bound wings some despair
P alsied shaking covered in summer
A bashed the feelings when wings don't become her
P assable but beauty now flawed
E dwardian dress now applaud
R emember when it happens a bummer
Safe within these four walls
My new apartment is swell
But, what's that noise next door?
Is that my neighbors doorbell?
I'm attracting nosey eyes
When company comes over
We have to speak in whispers
Or wake up their dog "Grover"
Neighborhood ears await
Even when I take a "Whiz!"
Crepe Paper Apartments
Everyone knows your "Biz!"
crepe myrtle
loaded with berries....
vehicles breeze by
crepe myrtle
sways but no wind....
poet wonders~~lightbulb
I was sitting in the truck while my husband was inside a big boy toy store and I noticed this crepe myrtle was swaying like there was some strong wind but I was not feeling it inside the truck. I kept watching then rolled down the window, stuck my hand out, and I look at the trees across the road. Then I start noticing as cars and trucks go by on this four lane road and bam the lightbulb goes off. It is the breeze from these vehicles going by. Sara
I’m a Crepe Myrtle
By: Tom Wright
10-15-2019
I’m the crepe myrtle
attempting to grow where I shouldn’t be.
I birthed from a wind deposited seed
that landed in a sidewalk crack,
and lean against your porch’s rock column.
I grow two feet each year and bloom hot pink.
I know you love crepe myrtles because you have seventy.
you cant dig me up, and I know I can’t stay.
So twice, in the fall, you’ve cut me down,
each spring I begin again.
Call me persistent.
I’ll call you sad.
a prime
example
of ridiculous,
over-the-top silliness,
akin to Fibonacci in many ways,
but having even fewer specific requirements;
the number of syllables in every line must be a prime number,
but no regard is given as to whether successive repeats are allowed.
allowing
for repeats
means that all
senryu,
haikus are
suzette primes,
so you're a
master of
the form and
were unaware.
if you like
them and I've
rained on your
parade, well
then, here's an
umbrella,
or maybe
a mushroom
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