Best Cyclamen Poems
Deck the Yuletide Halls
Winter’s bounty of floral beauty ever blooms through snowy nights
Even when nature wears a mantle bold stitched of frosty weather
By warming fires and in the apparel of amber scented candlelight.
Wreaths of Holly and of ivy grace the halls - a visitor’s delight
Red poinsettias – white or pink – surely memory’s treasures
Winter’s bounty of floral beauty ever blooms through snowy nights
A Snowdrop Tree, Jerusalem Cherry sugarplum visions of Snowberry White
Garlands twined of fir or pine in seasonal decorations endeavors
Even when nature wears a mantle bold stitched of frosty weather.
Evergreens wear twinkling lights against the winter’s withering might -
Frankincense perfumes the boughs and laughs in merry measure –
Winter’s bounty of floral beauty ever blooms through snowy nights.
Christmas Cactus in neon blooms for a wond’rous sight
Cyclamen deck the halls along with colorful Yuletide heathers
Even when nature wears a mantle bold stitched of frosty weather.
All nature bows before the Word who spoke their nascent birth in light
Strike the harp, join the Christmas chorus – joy, goodwill and peace invite
Winter’s bounty of floral beauty ever blooms through snowy nights
By warming fires and in the apparel of amber scented candlelight.
12-8-20
Contest: Deck the Halls
Sponsor: Joseph May
Waves crash the rocks in ecstasy
as I pass the archway
to the sea.
Onwards to the village,
busy cafes,
the aroma of coffee brewing,
as a power of teens gather, texting.
I venture down
a chestnut lined road
under a canopy
of Copper Beech
where bright shafts of sun
illuminate a lane of lavender
a sea of perfume
wafts the air.
Climbing an incline,
hills in view,
the distant sobbing
of water sounds
a trickling brook emerges
ambling through magenta heather
and thorny gorse.
I reach a stile,
entrance to the woods
where a carpet
of frosted red cyclamen
bleeds down to a deep dark glen.
A chicory lake lies there, frozen
as a mist uncurls between reeds.
The granite hills,
soft with snow,
luminous against a whale grey sky.
A copse of pine trees
surround a curving river
where trout pout, bubbling.
At the fold of day,
returning hom
The pale sun sinks the horizon
as stars tremble
into a velvet night
Snow draped folds like loose Cashmere curtains cover the evergreen boughs
pining for the lengthening days of each succeeding sunrise,
reticent to see the cold of night fall once again on the lonely landscape.
In this fallow world of darkness quiet is the norm, hushed silence,
nothingness, invading the shadows that fall ominously across the reaching branches
giving a sense of preternatural sleep to each living creature, each plant,
inhabiting the frigid winter's lonely, desolate abode.
Surreptitiously, the awakening begins, slowly and without notice,
Cyclamen hidden deep in the forest break free from their frozen bed of bounteous soil
oblivious to the naked dreaming deciduous trees that surround them.
Malaise broken, they reach their softly painted petals to the warmth of the sun
in perfect unison dancing the Danse Macabre to remind winter of its inevitable demise.
Narcissus will soon send forth his papery white blossoms to mock the
glow of the radiant gleen of the melting frost.
Summer still distantly drowsing cares not for the struggle of life born
out on frozen winter days and Autumn is but a memory now glowering in its
ostentatious robes of leafy brilliance; though, the
nor'easter may yet blow, just look and you'll see the signs, Spring is coming soon.
03/23/17
CHILDREN OF THE WINTER GARDEN
Snowdrop pokes her little face
Up through the winter snows;
First she comes before the Crocus
First she is to go.
Dainty Daphne dressed in white
Such fragrance spreading from her flowers;
January’s child surely knows
She lifts the heart through frigid hours.
Red Amaryllis steals the show,
Dramatic thespian we remember;
Performing under many names,
Takes her bows in December.
Cyclamen blooms at Valentine’s Day
In red or pink or white;
Reminds us of our friendship ways
A valentine delight.
Bleeding Heart, a name so sad
Doesn’t this bother you, just a tad?
Valentine blossoms on a string
In the woodlands rides on a swing.
Winter Carolina Jasmine
Stretches out upon the fence;
Brightest yellow trumpet flowers -
Fragrance like sweet incense.
Holly wears a cape of green
Bright red berries with a glossy sheen;
Celebrates in the winter scene
Doesn’t want to look so mean!
Courageous Crocus in the cold
You laugh at snow with glee;
Dressed in your gown of colors bold,
Such a cheerful child to see.
Paper Whites coaxed to grow
When calendar pages turn to December;
Pure white flowers seem to glow
As gifts for friends we remember.
Early spring crocus
Hardy purple pansies
Tall clusters of verbena
Vines of morning glory
Arabella clematis
Ornamental allium blooms
Lupinesque wild indigo
Slender wild hyacinth
Faithful canterbury bells
Dignified cattleya orchid
Vibrant effervescent cyclamen
Statuesque gladiola
Cosmopolitan heliotrope
Spiked liatris flowers
Grandiflora petunia
Magical mystic merlin
Unfurling crested iris blossoms
Climbing cascades of wisteria
AP: Honorable Mention 2021, Front Page Pick 2021
Submitted on May 30, 2022 for contest PURPLE FLOWERS sponsored by NAYDA IVETTE NEGRON FLORES - RANKED 2ND
on March 10, 2022 for contest GARDEN INSPIRATIONS sponsored by BJ LEGROS KELLEY - RANKED 3RD
and on May 7, 2021 for contest NATURE POETRY sponsored by REGINA McINTOSH
Originally posted on February 19, 2019
The sunless evening is deprived
of its ardent and vivid colors,
the mischievous clouds
in their hastiness extend
their thin and tenebrous veil
increasing my body's chill.
They intensify the dreary darkness
invading the lively landscapes under
a silent universe so distant and squalid,
less fascinating and mysteriously far
to be contemplated for its blazing sunsets...
besides the frightful sensations that billow
and imitate every approaching shadow
as they detach themselves completely
from the contemptuous soul liberating
itself with painful groans of dissidence,
refusing to alleviate their heartwrenching
cry; denying their sympathy with insolence.
I'm staring at another gloomy sky in November,
it's menacing and ready to be transformed
into a storm more violent than a tropical hurricane of summer;
a loud thunder is heard followed by a sheet of lightning
that knocks down those vulnerable, aged trees falling
on the yellowed dry grass and on the bare bushes
that was the home of the cyclamen rendering them harmonious,
seldom sad; who remembers how they lulled by the gentlest wind
of this past spring in the well-tended gardens of the smallest town...
did someone smell the fragrant roses only parched by the hottest sun?
The shady, undulating pines are being caressed
by the brisk breeze accelerating the marching evening
gloomier than a moonless night too enmeshed
in a sense of sadness that deepens the emotional feeling...
missing the absence of the blazing light that blinds the eyes
as darkness and fright cast shadows on the fields
of drooping sunflowers ready to declare their demise
more than the gelid air that freezes the steaming breath
and decrease the temperature of the cold body willing to enwreathe
itself with the instinct to warm up by a campfire consuming a balmy pine.
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Painted pictures...of unicorns
And painted pictures...of bushes with thorns
Flowers grow...on my window sills
Roses, tulips...and daffodils
Garden rows...of buttercup
Flower pots...all filled up
Cherries red...in dark green leaves
Carnations sewn...on pocket sleeves
Cyclamen with white trim...pink
Painted on my...wood neck zinke
Soft flowing music...of violins
Smiling faces...creating grins
Writing poems...in my spare time
Writing lyrics...rhyme a rhyme
My hobbies that...I like to do
These lovely things...hold my heart true
Hobbies Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Julie Leigh Rodeheaver
2-12-2019
Waxy flowers poking through
Snow so white
Flowers bright.
Made me think of you.
I see once more your dark red hair,
Soft as snow,
On pillow.
Now my bed is bleak and bare
,
Face alight,flower to sun,
I loved you.
Love so true.
Fear by love,overcome.
Cyclamen in the snow,
Pink and red,
Now frozen,dead.
Love was,oh,so long ago.
But never gone from in my mind.
Thoughts so deep,
Upwards seep.
Love was gentle,love was kind,
Always in my mind
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I bought more cyclamen and recalled you
Wandering through wildflowers by my side
I don’t know where to put them, they might die
Then I would feel so sad and lonely blue
All we read of pain and love is true.
Yet we let our hearts stay open wide
I bought some cyclamen and recalled you
Wandering through wildflowers by my side
I have loved not widely but a few
I have touched on bliss and when it flies
I have touched the grief that truly lies
I bought cyclamen and recalled you
I bought more cyclamen and recalled you
Wandering through wildflowers by my side
I don’t know where to put them , they might die
Then I would feel so sad and lonely blue
All we read of pain and love is true.
Yet we let our hearts stay open wide
I bought some cyclamen and recalled you
Wandering through wildflowers by my side
I have loved not widely but a few
I have touched on bliss and when it flies
I have touched the grief that truly lies
I bought cyclamen and recalled you
In yard inside my haven home structure
appeared brown bear
depressing during
the darkest coldest times of the year
color is absent fragrance non clear
Blow the blossoms flowers are
winter still pansies and viola
My heart soul warm by winters flower
Quite purple yellow
Galanthus snowdrop white
like butterfly atop green stalk top
Darling droopy headed flowers
in front borders
in rock garden
blooming snow on the ground
Winter spills, daffodils
Lenten roses multiple petal star
Soft pink cloud white Hellebores
My heart soul warm by winters flower
Fruits balls clusters of
Winterberry. deciduous holly
Yon, lily of the valley shrub
Bell like
Winter Aconite
Petite snow flower appear
Witch Hazel
Wispy yellow. orange flower
Pretty Primrose red, purple, yellow
My heart soul warm by winters flower
Cold Camellia reminiscent roses, flourishes
Glory of the Snow late winter bloomers purple white leaf
Mahonia leathery frond
Evergreen shrub
Ornamental Kale ruffled foliage
Gabbage like heads
Petit peeking through snow, Crocus
Cyclamen beneath deciduous trees
Darling Daphne fruity fragrance
Lovely sighted in late winter springs on the way
My heart soul warm by winters flower
12/16/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2023
They say people come and go
But I hope you stay
Through all the winters and summers yet to come
Until every strand of my hair has turned grey,
Until I lose the last of my memory.
Will you stay?
To watch the sun rise and set,
To stay up till midnight for every New Year's eve.
Will you stay with me till all the tides
of the sea subsides?
To celebrate each year of our diminishing youth
But our love that still remains and grows
Like the roots of an ancient tree
With the unvarying likeness of Cyclamen flowers.
Will you stay with me until everything disappears?
I was beguiled;
you were then
a flower child;
veiled in Cyclamen
opus of allure;
siren to men.
I stared, unsure;
unabashed, you smiled,
our thoughts, impure.