Best Dandelions Poems
Sustained by the frequent spring showers
Adorned by rosettes of dark green
They burst into dense yellow flowers
The florets parading their sheen.
They sway to sensations of pleasure
The rhythmic allure of the breeze
Then rest in the evening at leisure,
Appear every day to increase.
But soon comes the time for reversal
The petals are destined to dry,
Then globules of seeds for dispersal
To nature’s intentions comply.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
This poem merits to win for the simple reason that
dandelions are ill-treated and spoken of badly by
many people, little realizing the beauty and good points
which they have to share with us.
Placed 3rd in Richard Lamoureux's contest
© 12th April 2019
Dandelions, daisies and golden buttercups
Carpet the fields, below a tree they look up
This colossus of wood with arms so spread
Capturing the sunlight, photosynthesis fed
Its reach out for life to the heavenly skies
Another marvel of nature in her portfolio surprise
The plough of the farmer and his sowing of the seeds
Turns this bright carpet to soil to feed our needs
When we have harvested the sown, and reaped natures rewards
The soil of life allows the carpet restored
Dandelions, daisies and golden buttercups
Like the colossus of wood, its their right to look up
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/nature-8.php
Of Dandelions and Roses
Among the bricks and stones
dandelions persist, finding
any smallest egress to pop
through.
My Irish Grammie called me
her "Rose so sweet"
Truth is - I am a dandelion
Life tried its best to quell my growth
Circumstances played jacks with my life
Always, some persistent genetic inner seed
grew to maturity and became a will of iron
wielding a mace most fierce
Like a child's paddle ball, I bounced back,
no matter how many smacks came my way
Life paved me over, but, determined,
I broke the pavement again and again
Roses are sweet and elegant and fragile
Dandelions are pugnacious warriors
Rose are clipped and put in pretty vases,
dandelions force themselves toward sunshine
I am a dandelion
I never did the
''He loves me not....
He loves me'' game
with flowers.
I already knew nobody loved me
so why should I listen
to a stupid flower?
I did make wishes
on dandelions
after the bloom died
and it was tiny spikes of fluff
waiting to blow away
till next year.
I hated wasting my time
but I couldn't resist.
I figured
''If there's even a small hope
that this will work....
I've got to try! ''
I would find a spot
where nobody could see me
and I'd whisper
my one wish
the same wish
every time.
Thousands of dandelions
blown away
by my pleading breath.
I never told a soul
my wishes.
Until now.
I wished to be happy
one day...
with a husband
who loves me
and kids who love me.
I wished so hard...
I never thought
those dandelions
were listening.
Waiting for the world to make sense again
I jump back and forth every now and then
Lush grass and blue sky, but I don’t know
(The world’s too somber for a smile to show)
There’s caution tape on the playground swing
Hard to make heads or tails of anything
In history’s quietest apocalypse
(The world shut it’s doors nary a protest)
And so I’m just sitting here
trying to tame the fear...
In spite of the calls to just wither away
(did you not hear the news today?
so much sorrow and grief,
why don’t you cry? are you not sad?)
As if I should be guilty for feeling glad
(the world has enough trouble,
they don’t need me to add)
Watching it all pass by lighter than a cirrus cloud
(Breathing in the sunshine while it’s still allowed)
I listen to the children laugh and play
Flashes of color to drown out the gray
I know none of it makes sense right now
But it’s all gonna be alright somehow
Just gotta hold on and remember what hope is for
Until the world make sense once more
There’s boys playing marbles
and girls picking April blooms
(Did no one stop to fill their hearts
with doom and gloom?)
Frisbee, tag and somersaults
In the afternoon
They can run and skip
Just like a toy balloon
(did no one tell them
It’s all gonna end real soon?)
There’s people dying on the TV screen!
(close my ears and claim it’s all a dream)
Until the world makes sense again
Toss all of your cares into the wind
You can scream the end is near until the cows come home
But I won’t give up my God given right to roam
The birds’ll sing and the sun’ll shine
Until all our sour grapes turn to wine
The world is drenched in unease
and yet here am I
Enjoying the warmth of a spring breeze
with every sigh
All the signs urging us
to rot away and wither
But all the dandelions in the world
beg to differ
Let the orioles sing their soothing songs
Let the cherry blossoms fill your thirsty lungs
All the countless ways to say seize the day.
To tell the truth...
...the world never made much sense anywaY
Dandelions – Visual 1
Stems rooted as future generations silently drift
Dancing in the awakening of hope’s enlightening sunrise
Buoyed upon the updrafts of fate and synchronicity.
1/30/2015
Submitted to Glorious Sijo Fields – Poetry Contest
Sponsor – Andrea Dietrich
Daring dandelions,
dance in the summer breeze.
Disgusted gardeners
do everything to
destroy the puff balls, while
dear children make a wish,
displaying innocence.
8/14/16
The base word “dally,” from old French used to mean to chat idly.
dilly-dally of dandelions - seeds on fire, blown
downward. inspire
molten icing— erupting,
disrupting the perfect garden of peace.
dilly-dally, those tongues wagging like puppy tails.
such excitement, seems friendly, enticing—
it’s dicey; the splintering
of rivulets, they run
dripping from waterfall lips, diving off the precarious cliff -
trampolines everywhere, but they’re missed. the kiss
of candy-sweet news, the licorice-twist…
she can’t place a hand over her own gaping hole.
the dog bites the hand that tries to scold.
the slap-happy hoarding of gossip - the girl
can’t get enough. when it’s not on the wire,
she turns to the swoon of reality t.v.
salivating, with ears like a drainage ditch,
or a sinkhole, a muddy swamp. she loves
it.
they
don’t.
run.
she’s
trouble.
11/19/2022
snowman melts away
black bears eat salmon upstream...
dandelions bloom
(haiku)
Mar. 15, 2019
Writing Challenge 2, March 2019 - Haiku- Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Dear Heart
Not everyone loves dandelions, but Darla did.
She had a fetish for them, tried to keep on the lid.
But every once in pink moon she would take out her hat.
Featuring a blowing dandelion, nothing subtle about that.
Divine Dandelions
I found a golden dandelion that must
have been carried in on the wind.
The four whimsical winds are known
to be a dandelion's best friend.
Its tiny ray petal germinating in a patch
of springtime's rain drenched earth.
First seen as a verdant sprout, budding,
then blooming to share merry mirth.
Dandelions, most all gardeners disdain;
killing them with vinegar, salt and soap.
Yet next year they will appear again
against a gardener's fervent hope.
In Moses' time, the bible says they bloomed,
used as medicine, as a food or mild tea.
When the blooms fade to form a downy head,
kids love to blow their soft tufts playfully.
In this last stage with white wispy orb heads
In delicate flight they spread their fine seed.
This worthy divine dandelion I now see
Is so much more than a lowly weed!
4-10-19
They stand tall with their yellow coat,
Before they send their saintly seeds afloat…
Spiritual soldiers in silence softly set sail,
Through fields of dreams with a tenuous trail.
Dancing and drifting until the wind has gone,
Bringers of wishes decorating the dawn...
Panoramic puffballs pollinating the view,
Under heavenly skies of bewitching blue.
The sacrificial soldiers will not return,
As their love diminishes we will always yearn…
Dandelions of the seraphical sacred sun,
With beauty unleashed your will, be done.
April.11.2019
DANDELIONS Poetry
Sponsored by: Line Gauthier
Placed 2'nd...Thank You
One hand reaches
Out to pluck a buttery
Yellow blossom
This eye sees the beauty
Softening my petal
Another hand grasps
My heart with intentions
Of loosening my roots
Plucking me from
The cool dark earth
This eye sees only the ugly
Hues veining through me, a weed
Needing to be retrieved
From the soil I desperately need
Still another hand reaches
Out to me, welcoming
My fertility – breathing
Exhaling enthusiasm
Releasing my precious seed
To the world who pleads
With me to write my poetry
In the soft warm breeze
Yes, I promise the truth
Is that beauty certainly
Is in the eye of the
Beholder, weather they’re
A child at heart or
A gardener with hope
Or a writer of breathtaking
Thanks to God
N/A from Your Best free verse so far 2021
April 23, 2021
It was the most interesting kind of love
like none any had ever seen
we were like a rocket ship to the sun
When we made love we laughed instead of cry
they all said bless his heart he will never keep up with you
and I just smiled as I watched the south rise over and over again
He wasn't much of a romantic, thank God
but if I did things just right in those fields late at night
he always smiled that evil grin, and picked me dandelions
Now you may think those are not a flower,
but I am here to tell you
they were a trip for sure,
as he held it up saying make a wish, and blow
after that he just hung a Confederate flag for good, sure to show
Not for hate or racial disgrace,
I am half Cherokee, you need to know
I kept his secret and kept it damn good,
him and his dandelion romance
even though he had hundreds dead in the back of his truck
What can I say, he gave me more than a dozen of them
don't say you love me, just scream out my name passionately
while we dance under the moon, in a field with a dandelion in my teeth
I could never get tired of them, make a wish,
and blow he would always say
and with sheer joy, looking into his eyes, I would
yeah he brought me dandelions, who needs roses,
when those are so much fun
green fingers plucked you
to become prima donnas
of the dumping site
on a sandy grave
poverty's roses are placed
by sorrowful hearts