Best Fleur Poems
To me, yea, Iris is invisible,
The scent of yours all pervading,
Behold your face all-rich,
When I close my eyes.
Wordsworth's daffodils to me,
Membrane of the eyes,
That gives light to me,
Light that misleads the morn.
You are the genus iris,
With sword-shaped leaves,
Showy colored flowers,
Displaying rainbow colors
Your eyes green and deep,
Deeper than the depth,
Stilled waters at even,
Those eyes break of the day.
I see a heart full of love,
With the gentleness of a dove,
Feel in her eyes March,
September in her heart.
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Fourth Place Win
Contest: Convert a song into lyric by Giorgio V.
*This is the revision of my Poem entitled "Break of the Day" posted on this site in 2005 based on Elton John's Amoreena. Actually it was dedicated to a Denmark Beauty.
**The fleur-de-lis is a stylized lily (in French, fleur means flower, and lis means lily) or
iris
FLEUR DE LIS, golden lily
FLEUR DE LIS, holy trinity...
Sacred design blessed by the
Church and given to France
For protection during war
Times...
FLEUR DE LIS, the golden lily
FLEUR DE LIS, the holy trinity...
And when the French came to
The new world it became the
Royal seal of New Orleans...
Not too many people know just
What it really means today but
Needless to say it is the
Unmistakable trademark of
New Orleans and it looks as
Tho it is here to stay..,
FLEUR DE LIS, the golden lily
FLEUR DE LIS, the holy trinity
The FLEUR DE LIS, FLEUR DE LIS!
Fleur noir
Fleur effrayée le soir
Fleur de la nuit
Fleur invisible
Fleur qui n'a jamais touché la pluie
Une fleur qui n’a jamais dansé dans le vent
Une fleur qui ne chante
La fleur qui se cache nue
S`est jamais souvenu
Une fleur qui est tout simplement
Une petite fleur
Toutes les fleurs avec des pétales brisés
Enfin réunis
Au-dessus de mon cercueil
Aujourd'hui, vous êtes tous au soleil
Je dors avec la lune
Form:
Gentle woman of masculinity,
Her passion for the above never matched,
A war time hero leading down the path,
Fighting for the righting of all mans’ ways,
A heroine she was that Joan of Arc.
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Beauty simple grace
Elegance royal design
Rich white pulchritude
flower of the night
hides her beauty in darkness
till the morning light
date:12/25/109
Best friend means to accept every flaw from each other, to meet each other halfway in life. I
looked at the sky where there was once darkness, now I see daylight. How can opposite
work so well as the ying yang yo . You are light and I’m the darkness. I told you once and I
will say it again, you are special. I learned to love you and I don’t regret, I’m grateful to God
for putting you in my life.
Without a single word, you are always there for me. Strong as the winds, you push the faults
and problems far away. You became my sister, friend, and mother. Fears are what keep me
from you, scared of letting myself to you. Being far as the mountain’s horizon is what my
heart gets lost in the thought.
Wondering will there be a day where you will leave to quick for me to realize I only have
your footprints. Learning friendship is about, the fights we get the lessons we learn the
hurting words we use against each other leaving sorrows. I promise one day will be nothing
but guides for future memories.
The most important fact I learned from these years is being best friends with you is a gift
from the heavens. The mysteries we try to keep in secret will indeed come out in light as the
sunflower looks for the sun. As years past, I will remember the Memoire D’une Fleur, the
Memory of a Flower. Thank you for being my BEST FRIEND.
Form:
I crave the simple things, the littlest moments bring me most joy
Still, I hold the biggest of dreams and have amditedly developed a ploy
Flowers in a field and the laughter of a child
Things that make my heart content, and any hurt can reconcile
Just the same, when pen and quill are near
A peaceful feeling falls upon this soul and about the atmosphere
The duties of a homemaker, a mother's work 'til the conscious retires
Yet, the crowded musings of a writer's mind is anything but hiding
In trying to divide the sides war is sure to ensue
I've tried it one too many times and what a storm such a war can brew
Only in acceptance, can the two worlds survive
Allowing a meshing of the roles and embracing them as they collide
Never such a feeling, the relief that comes in tow
As when you surrender to your true self and let the universe take control
It may not be so common; may not be the norm
But I'll take my flowers and ambitions and bask in a life so warm
For how can either be wrong if each threads blood to me?
Opposite ends of the scale, the air of both is what I breathe
Simple things like pretty flowers and porchswings
Grande hopes, big faith, and a heart stiched with ink around the seams
The inner workings of a busy mom, the heart of a poet and wishful themes
The path to which I'll get where I'm going; the freedom I've redeemed
No competition, no taking sides
Just flowers and big dreams
Fleur de Free in simplicity
Ambition, synchronicity.
Form:
Merely, till an essence
With just a look
To liberate impressions
Let loose with sparks
Of passion’s love
Where seedlings shall begin to grow
A renaissance of emotions
From deep within
Allowing, flowering into blossoms
Amid a mere forgotten
Hollowed heart
Unto undiscovered places
Sprouting to near higher heights
Nourishing the under root
Into undiscovered parts
If merely to partake of light
Petals along a trellis searching
Until anew, blooming life imparts
Red and blue
In the sun;
On an island
Near the coast-
Strange and
Bizarre flower,
With blissful scent,
Feverishly spent!
Heart of the morning,
And the color-
Of the sunset,
On skies of blue.
My little flower,
So savagely wild!