Best Daffodils Poems
I have seen fair lady April
Dance with daffodils;
I have seen the misty dawn
Light moors and windy hills.
Painted in dark shadows
Of a sunlit afternoon
I have smelled the heady scent
Where blue hyacinths commune.
I have heard the curlew's call
As she sailed the wild dark sea;
And seen the sailor guide his ship
In the dream that used to be.
I have known precious moments
In the echoes of a song;
But I never knew the comfort of
A place where I belong.
Trees wear a gown of bright emerald green
Where birds are nesting in branches up high
Parents shield fledglings so they can’t be seen
Until they can spread their new wings and fly
Daffodils dance in the warm zephyr breeze
Bees buzz seeking out these pretty flowers
Yellow pollen doesn't make the bees sneeze!
They will pollinate blooms for many hours
Young lambs gamboling around in the fields
Birds fly high in the sky of azure blue
I love the spring season where nature yields
Our earth’s a stunning place for me and you
Spring brings rejuvenation to our land
The vibrant countryside looks very grand
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Had previously been awarded 1st place in another contest and also POTD subsequently given
n/a in Best sonnet contest
Sponsored by Laura loo
judged on 3/3/2018 9:36:00 AM
Entered into POTD Contest Sponsored By Richard Lamoureux
Poets Notes. I struggle to write sonnets I find the form extremely challenging so was delighted to get POTD in 2016 for this particular poem
08~19~16
The Wealth of Spring
Assorted spring flowers, naked, rise in morning sun
Breaking through a thin blanket of snow, earth spun.
Cascades of dainty Narcissus smile with golden faces
Drinking up the sun as morning warmth embraces.
Enjoy the heavenly floral scent that gardens bring.
Fledglings high in tree nests sense that it is spring.
Growing fast they will soon gain courage to take flight,
Hovering low over canopies, it is their birthright!
Irises spring forth in hopes to match the sky
Just as daffodils claim the colors of sun’s eye.
Keep the cherry blossom's imprint in your mind
Leaving memories of pink poetic petals that you find.
Moments spent in this season’s refreshing rain
Nurture and inspire a poet’s muse again.
Only spring can coax the lovely lilac’s bloom
Perfuming breezes, singing springtime’s tune.
Quaint bird houses dot the country lanes
Rewarding visions viewed through window panes.
Spring reclaims our joyful mood as winter ends,
Treating us to vivid colors this season sends.
Uncloaking animals in snowy hibernation,
Verdant becomes the blessings of vegetation.
Wealth is seen in all the colors of sweet spring
Xylogenous creatures in forests are welcoming.
Yellowthroat warblers singing in trees greet melting snow.
Zephyr’s enchant, as they scatter blossoms down below.
5-24-22
ABCEDARIAN POEM Any Subject You Want Poetry Contest~First Place~
Sponsored by: Caren Krutsinger
February 21, 2015
Abecedarian - Poetry Contest~First Place~
Sponsored by Shadow Hamilton
Apple blossoms in abundance; sweet aroma in the air.
Begonias burst with brilliance. Blue bells pop up everywhere.
Cherry blossoms cheer with pink; corn flowers cluster blue.
Dandelions dance with wind; Daffodils dance too.
Easter Lily, always early, blooms exquisite white.
Forget-me-nots, fresh-picked by tots, are a Mom’s delight.
Geraniums, garden-fresh, are growing graciously.
Hollyhocks I plucked when young my heart is blessed to see.
Irises with leaves like swords paint rainbows on the lawn.
Johnny-jump-ups have their purple yellow clothing on!
Kangaroo paws, so exotic - come to us sun-kissed.
Lilac bushes, lush with lovely flowers can’t be missed!
Marigold, like its friend the Sun, is glowing too.
Narcissus, so many types of it, now bloom anew.
Orchids of the warmer climes, one-of-a-kind are they!
Peonies, so pretty, and perky poppies are at play.
Queen-of-lace with gracious face, how elegant is she!
Ranunculus, a Buttercup, greets us radiantly.
Sweet pea, looking precious, up the trellis climbs
Tansies, yellow buttons, also love the temperate times.
Uva-Ursi, on long stems, in late spring's breeze will sway.
Violet’s vibrant color gives its name away!
Wax flowers help fill up bouquets on spring wedding days.
Xeranthemum, a sunflower, flaunts her sunny ways.
Yellow wood anemone starts flowering in May.
Zinnia comes later. For Zinnia and others, the sun just has to stay!
Winter winds whisper in the weeping willow tree
Its naked branches shiver silently all around me
Bitter biting winds howl around stinging my face
I’m out on the moors; it’s such a desolate place
I yearn for spring where dainty daffodils dance
on zephyr breeze, it’s such a sweet romance
Sultry summer skies bring warm winds to enthrall
Beautiful blossoms pirouette perfectly as they fall
Autumn brings blustery gales swirling all around
Rich russet leaves tumble, carpeting the ground
Terrifying tornadoes wreak havoc across some lands
In wake of its destruction not a building still stands
Cooling summer breezes or a blustery gale is blowing
We can’t see wind but its effect in the trees is showing
2nd place in Elements Part 2 Wind. Sponsored by Brian Davey judged 3/29/16
Submitted to second place contest sponsored by Laura Loo
03~19~16
My garden lies between the trees
Where lilies dance in gentle breeze
And lilacs whisper pretty please
To a butterfly's caressing tease
Nearby glows the buttercup
Where honey bees come to sup
While hummingbirds on branches squint
To catch a glimpse of hyacinths
And daffodils in yellow coats
Sway to songbirds dulcet notes
Queen Anne's lace is also grown
With Forget-me-nots and anemones
But the rose in beauty stands alone
And smiles demurely from her throne
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Joseph May
© 5/2/14
Thirsting, thirsting. . . shriveled earth
suffocates in summer’s dearth,
yearns for rain clouds’ forthwith bursting:
Shriveled earth. . . thirsting, thirsting.
Browning, browning in their beds,
flowers parched hang low their heads.
Daffodils once bright are frowning
in their beds, browning, browning.
Dying, dying – every field,
withering, to fate must yield.
All the world is sadly crying,
every field – dying, dying.
.
Whirling, whirling, comes a wind
arid and undisciplined.
Stagnant heat, pent-up – unfurling,
comes a wind, whirling, whirling.
Whipping, whipping through each plain
(while ignored are prayers for rain),
final blows come swiftly ripping
through each plain, whipping, whipping.
Burning, burning. . . August’s lust
leaves us nothing but the dust.
To dust we soon may be returning:
August’s lust – burning. . . . burning.
An oldie poem of mine that fits my feelings on how the earth
is responding to mankind's disobedience. I hope the world
awakens to the evil around us in time to negate this fate.
For Unseeking Seeker's 'Soul Betrayal ' Contest
The Glory of Green
Green hues denote the healing of our earth,
That special season of springtime’s rebirth.
Green grasses growing o’er the hillside's face,
Embracing greening trees in leafy lace.
While amber fields engage in heaven’s kiss
As raindrops splash into emerald bliss,
I watch amazed as tender shoots abound
With daffodils and tulips breaking ground.
A floral scent begins to fill March air.
St. Patty’s I’ll wear flowers in my hair.
So many varied hues that can be seen,
This Irish lass loves every shade of green!
Happy Saint Patrick's Day!
March Poems, Old or New for Prizes Part 3 of Easter Series~Second Place~
Contest Judged: 2/19/2019 4:01:00 PM
Sponsored by: Carolyn Devonshire |
Stunning spring is my favourite season
She swirls her skirts and drapes the garden in her finest clothes
Dressing the naked winter trees and bushes with bright brilliant foliage
Spring showers us with confetti of pink cherry blossom petals in the warm breeze
Gently opening the eyes of the snowdrops, crocuses and daffodils
They crane their necks from the melting snow and smile sweetly
Creating colour and scent in our glorious gardens
Written by Jan Allison
01-02-15
In skies of blue or stormy seas
I am awed by nature's beauty
In fragrant rose where beauty grows
I praise the Lord who made all these
Daffodils that sway in the breeze
While willows grow where rivers flow
In skies of blue or stormy seas
I am awed by nature's beauty
When I hear the nightingale sing
So much joy to my heart it brings
In fragrant rose where beauty grows
While willows grow where rivers flow
In skies of blue or stormy seas
I am awed by nature's beauty
Legs that can’t fly
Heart that can’t love
Lips dry
Kisses under go a rye
I am blind
Only seeing within the past lens
Only holding on to memories
That wont last
Your sweet smile fades away
As I whispered in my deepest of dreams
Now I live inside insane mad thoughts
You have moved on
I am not longer in your way
My love lingered
No more can I sway
Your beauty
My dreams
I have lost directions
Flowers never come in May
Waves’ roll to shore
Angels play in the tempest sea
They know not love was not for me
Blankets keep the royal lovers warm
I left to winters charm
Coldness is my home
Chilled thoughts haunt my very bones
Broken and all alone
Forlorn
Battles yet fought
Over me grave
Besot, tears still drop
Underneath
Poetic flowers bloom
Spring
arrived
Robin lands.
singing! "Tut-Tut"
Wake up! Daffodils
Tulips, come up!
Where are you?
appear
Bloom
Sun
Warm rain
Brings forth life.
Pansy's bright smile
Vernal Equinox
Budding trees, leaves
Nesting birds
Hatchlings
Chirp
Grass
ripples
In the breeze
Lilacs woo bees.
Vivid lavender
butterflies flock
Mesmerized
fragrance
Spring
Written on 2/17/22
Written For Springtime "Ninette Contest"
Sponsored by M.L.Kiser
~~3rd~~
Poetry Soup
Poem of the Day
~~ 2/19/ 2022 ~~
Brian Strand Formed
Poetry Contest 3/16/22
~~ 1st ~~
Dreamscape of daffodils
Designed in acrylic
Depicts saffron smeared faith
Dawning of balmy views
Deep pink and purple hues
Drifting through musky air
Darling, you'll find me there
THE FLOWERS WILL GROW AGAIN
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quietly the daffodils wait,
a hushed congregation,
their voices silent beneath the earth.
I stand on the frozen ground, shimmering,
my breath caught in the throat of winter,
watching the skeletal trees claw at a gray sky.
I walk through the barren garden,
winter’s grey skies weeping a soft lament,
and wonder, “Does spring remember us?”
from my frost-covered window I wait,
my heart softening with hope
as the sun slowly, steadily returns.
then, I hear a slight tremor,
see a green spear piercing the earth's crust~
a defiant flag in the face of winter’s retreat.
I step outside, kneeling in the damp earth,
ears to the ground, listening intensely,
hoping I’ll hear them.
then, the trumpets silently call,
a sound unheard by most,
resonates in my winter-weary soul.
overnight the daffodils emerge,
spring’s sunlight and hope,
captured in fragile yellow cups.
they herald a simple yet profound truth,
one I almost forgot,
“the flowers, like hope, will grow again.”
fearless daffodils
awake to a brand new day
thrush hastens with nest
© Harry J Horsman 2016