Best Dahlia Poems


Premium Member An ode to Dahlia

Oh my enchantress dahlia, an inspiration to my muse.
I remember, meticulously planting your bulbs,
so you would bloom in an abundance of colours.

I watched your emerald stalk blossom slowly,
until your sepal gave birth to elegant petals.
Dawn's fresh sun rays glowed to embellish
your myriad tones, glittering with dewdrops.

You flourished in shades of burgundy and ivory,
scarlet with hues of golden saffron and
in tones of amaranth and amethyst.
Your velvet skin so soft and subtle,
seduced bees and butterflies to savour your nectar.

From all the flowers that blessed my oasis,
you were my queen, so gracefully grandeur,
flourishing around my verdant lawn.

How I missed you when Autumn arrived.
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Premium Member Green Dahlia

The horn section fell off mars
hangin' voodoo tremelos

Crazy eyed jack was there
twitchin' f-stop harmonies

Chandeliers flickered smoke haze
rhythms of green dahlias floating
above 6 minute promises

Amid forever, saturn shifted;
rings penetrated for eternity

Rings penetrated

for eternity


01/30/15
© All Rights Reserved

The Dahlia

D - Dawn of day and dawn of Spring made splendid by the Dahlia
A- Astonishing pinks, reds, oranges and yellows roaring with the life of several sensational suns
H- Harmonious eloquence perched on the tall stem of natural beauty  
L- Luxuriousness unrivalled by human composition or creation
I- Incandescently perfumed with the sanctimonious scent of Spring
A- Alive with life and love just like you and I


Premium Member Dahlia In a Whirl

She flows, flows while petals spread their vibrant blooms
On April's mural , those lips dare to tease...
Her contours trailing with velour costumes
Wildly ablaze, to ride on spring’s trapeze.

This ambrosial drift which shines ,which glows 
From heaven’s mold granting dahlia's trance
Enchanting a whirl, my shade of yellows...
Like me, she curls into a floral dance!



Flower Contest:Brian Strand

Dahlia

You stand there!
With desiring lures!
Captivating,
Flattering and flirting,
Scented fragrances,
Attracting!	
Drawing!
Magnetism!
Creating happiness,	
Without a word,
You entice,
Reflect
And seduce,
Temperature intensifies,
Your beauty blooms,
Time stands still,
Capturing my heart,
I’m taken!
To a far distant land,
Riding on clouds,
Of heaven.

07/02/2017

Premium Member Dahlia

starburst colors dance
above stems tinted emerald
a joyous dahlia

©2016 by Regina Riddle


My Blue Dahlia Like Impression

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I crossed the road in front of a red 1947 Oldsmobile. Horns 
honking throughout the city. She sounded young and free on the 
phone when she called last night. Not meaning to clip the wing 
mirror I step on to the sidewalk. The driver tipped his hat as if 
hoping I was fine but drove on anyway.

I had little on that day and let my typist off. These days money was  slow 
for private dectectives. Maybe I might hit on her or at least get good
expenses for the job. I pushed in the buiding's front door and unloaded my 
mail box. No pay checks but a warning note. Who could have dropped off this 
violent threat. Some low life shmuck prepared to do a cheap hit. Yeah. 

I ascended the stairs to hispanic baby cries and creaking stairwells to 
my office. I visioned her drapped across my desk brown pencil skirt nylons and 
long blond hair. Available. Then a cry of Phillip. I quickly juggled my coffee and 
donuts to same arm that had my coat and clicked the brass handled door. 
Anticpation high. Excitable and sweaty in this downtown Los Angeles heat.

Bang. A bullet riochets off the door frame splintering the wood at right 
angles.The broad was not available not suductive not a flowing blond.
But dead. I looked carefully at the victim. Her habit covered in blood.
Curtains blowing inward I realised it was too late for her and I had been
framed. Needless to say there would be no pay check here.
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Black Dahlia

Glazed eyes shrouded
in an ivory face
Dark hair in knotted tangles
A look as haunting
as the Devil himself

Fragile shoulders on 
a body like twig
Bowed under the burden 
fate has bestowed
Shivering in the summers breeze
Like a leaf, ripped apart
in an August wind

What horrors lie beneath
The ghostly exterior
What sins did those eyes
witness in days gone by
Did the mute voice
scream in terror,
or laugh in glee

Was the there a time
when those shoulders
were held high
And the arms
embraced in love?

Or was it just horror,
pain, deception and lies...

How could the world
twist something so beautiful
Into horrors untold

Premium Member Dahlia Dreams

Dahlia dreams blooming with the scent of you;
Our sweet Summer adventures I inhale, 
luscious moments felt too good to be true; 
Through my closed eyes I see every detail, 
passing quickly time is so very frail; 
The colors in the flowers fading now 
as they give way to Fall with a soft bow; 
Trapped in the air the season will linger; 
An endless heat wave the clock won’t allow
but July nights will warm you in Winter.

Jerusalem For All: Repost Collaboration With Dahlia Shahein of Jordan April 21, 2017

JERUSALEM
Collaboration with Dalia Shahein (Jordan). Posted here on PoetrySoup, 04/21/2017

I, First
My Salem, my shalom, maybe yours as well -
Be well; build a well again – we’ll all be well, or
Better than before in Jerusalem of the heart
Whose Jerusalem made Jesus weep?
“O Jerusalem, Jerusalem, You who kill the Prophets …”
Forgive me, Redirect me, as your beloved exiles sang
Even in despair as long as millennia, you call your own!
Salem of mystery, of history, of prophecy!
Jesus had wanted to gather her under His tallit, Robe
Of Righteousness – by our Rabbi of Righteousness.
 Jesus showed his royal face and mystery-lineage once
To Abraham, revered Patriarch, respected Father:
As the High-Priest without beginning or end,
Melchizadek, King of Salem & Righteousness!
Who took the first tithe from our father-in-common
And delivered bread and wine: the first Communion
O Jerusalem of Jesus, How Long – how much longer?
I adore Thee like no earthly City
Come Jerusalem, Mother, Father, Heaven, Earth
All tongues sing of Thee, O Jerusalem, Come

II, Second
Jerusalem land of faith, land of all religions on earth
Jerusalem oh beloved Jerusalem, land of martyrs and saintly blood 
Jerusalem where Prophet Muhammad rose to the seventh sky 
You're the heaven that's on earth 
You're the meaning of purity and clarity,
The meaning of beauty and love, Jerusalem –
Land of GOD and all prophets 
We seek you, we pray … to be in the hands of GOD 
In you we seek to illuminate the darkness from our hearts 
In you we seek freedom from our sins 
Jerusalem oh beloved Jerusalem
We will die without you; we will fight to love you like others
You belong to God’s children; all of God – yes, ALL of GOD

III, Third
My Jerusalem, Thy Jerusalem, City of Past
And forever; replete with Prophecy – Speak!
Copyright © Anil Deo | Year Posted 2017
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Premium Member psyche-dahlia

rainbow butterfly
ode colors aliferous
possessor of eyes

Premium Member The Mexican Dahlia

The Mexican Dahlia tinged in burnt orangey-red makes me sigh 
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Premium Member Pink Dahlia Blooms

This spring, pink dahlia blooms
Burst forth in vibrant hues
Their beauty is enough to consume
All who stop to count on their views

Petals soft akin to angel's wings
With shades that dance and play
A symphony of pinks that sing
And brighten up the day

Their centers, golden and bright
A beacon for all to foresee
Drawing in bees and butterflies
To sip nectar and be free

In gardens, fields, and pots they grow
A sight to behold and admire
A reminder that nature's flow
Is a source of beauty, never to tire

So let us stop and bear a pause
To appreciate these gifts of spring
Pink dahlia blooms, with their cause
To bestow joy and happiness, they sing.

Written: June 9, 2023
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Premium Member Dahlia

segmented cut toothed 
feather-soft weather-proof layers ---
charm in luring quiz


18 November 2022

Dahlia

Let me be your dreamcatcher,
Just as you are mine.
My feathers and my beads,
No longer intertwined.

Let me be your moon,
And you can be my star.
Your sun spots and my craters
Make us what we are.
June 2022

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