Best Flora Poems
Creeping creepy creepers, the crawling trellis
jutting out of everywhere
snaking through country and metropolis
twisting turning in floral bliss
but more like snakes that hiss
But in quietude feign death for self-defense!
Weeping willows with an unreal surreal sorrow
weeping tears of dew onto the silted furrow.
Perhaps weeping for bretheren felled
in deforestations and land clearings in
my imaginations of the call to preservation.
Against ethnic cleansing of greenery for selfish building
As per man's construction for mere recreation
Velvety-green tear- stained faces or rather foliage
When dew is stuck on them as nature's trinkets of pearls.
And over there touch-me-nots swaying coyly
like prim and proper maidens
in the fantastic floral gardens.
And what in the world is this case?
Imitation flowery in place of imitation jewellery?
Yeah, thats poinsettia in a vase
Leaves in the disguise of flowers
Its actual flowers relegated to backstage.
And ethereal fairy-slippers await their never coming wearers
and Indian pipes to be admired by Red Indian sightseers.
Oh and here's another spectacle- but sniper tactics this time
Yikes! Let the naive insect world beware!
Whilst the bloodthirsty killers lie in ambush
Those camouflaged jungle guerrillas
or should we say the venus fly-traps!
Or a more harmless one yet mimicking the scary
A snap-dragon flora, its mouth opening and snapping shut.
Then watch that mega-sized jumbo giant flora
The world's largest flower
No stems, no leaves, plant-eater plant, rafflesia.
Is it too much for the faint-hearted ha ha.
And wow now watch that incredible costume, oh my!
A flower masked as some pesky fly!
None other than the remarkable fly orchid.
And yet another, the silent music of the fiddlenecks
Fiddles as if for the light-weight fairies.
And lastly not forgetting ofcourse
the sky-blue unforgettable forget-me-nots
A memorable bouquet but themselves devoid of memory.
Ah nature lover poets if you wish to view
more of flora in a fancy dress masquerade
Go ahead and flip through the pages of
a botanical, floral
horticultural
pictorial journal.
And see for yourself the fantastic flora's charade
or else imagine them dressed as a floral renegade!
Said the fauna to the flora, upon the forest floor
“Which tree is the tallest, is it the Sycamore?”
The Tulip tree was listening and answered “it is me”
To which the Pine responded “Can neither of you see?"
"When it comes to being tall clearly I am very!”
“I’m not so sure, you sappy bore”, chimed the nearby Cherry.
“Such crowing from my forest friends and foolish paranoia”
“It is I, without a doubt!” Exclaimed the great Sequoia
“Nonsense!” said a gnarly tree “Till now I have not spoke"
"The grandest tree, for all to see Is me the Mighty Oak!"
The forest filled with endless boasts as the night came creeping
The stately Spruce called for a truce, the willow tree was weeping.
Said the Flora to the Fauna as the day departed,
“Happy now my mossy friend, just look at what you started!”
Oh lush flora, I watch its parade
Sashaying through woodland mead and glade;
How new blooms quaver…adorned with grace
That every trail rules this courtly place :
Lustrous the mural, the birdsongs swoon
A chant hailing rebirth of life's tune;
And peonies orange waft, awake
Their trimmings enthrall, how I would shake!
And never will this portrait be lost
When Maytime dreams are heavenly glossed!
----------
Written 05.22.2018
For Michelle Faulkner's Memories of May
First light and her shadows angle silent, long as the crawling ivy
Tuck themselves away beneath, underworld of stem and leaf
My eyes so cold afrost, fall like flake or feathers lost, upon the yawning flowered garden
Up from yonder down a trelis, holding onto lasting breaths
Whilst my heart's love unspoiled like a buried treasure hidden
Wandering around my metaphoric dark, I gaze onto wilds, meadows of another life
Sun drops her drizzle, trickles shooing dews of remnant way
And the rising ball o fire's falsetto braises ends of petals silk and lace
But why does thunder strike not once but twice even thrice and on
Pierce as morning rays inward to reveal tis place which I thought to have been erased
To render hours faster, passing seasons after, leaving all instilled behind
And watch transfixed upon the dance of a single gypsy flora
Whos flutters velvet wings waltzing amidst palettes de pandora
Writhes and rhythms weaving in and out of dreams betwixt its currents
Resurrecting the yearns of man for chance, thus to be
As the innocence of tender grass beyond this stained glass window
Wearing clouds of happiness atop my head
Swaying with the she spirit of elements of independence
summer fades away
as fall emerges refreshed ~
flora take succor
Written: May 29, 2026, for a contest sponsored by Brian Strand
2nd place contest winner
***********************
Renaissance style of Botticelli’s Flora and the Zephyr painting?
I weave my garland, fragrant, fair,
around your lissom, radiant frame;
my whisper joins your answering air,
a hymeneal wind, aflame.
I wrap you in the zephyr’s breath,
that stirs your bewitching grace;
my swelling tide, your supple depth,
rise radiantly, leaving no trace.
You swell with gratitude and song,
to my opulent lullaby;
your crimson vestal, festal strong,
my flowered liberty.
The bloom I lift, it quivers light,
its pulse a tremor, soft and shy;
silken whispers surrender bright,
to spring’s eternal sigh.
Enchanted echoes link and flow,
no gate in holy clasp withstood;
from the seeds of vow florets grow,
never deny your silken hood.
Your splendor sparkles, Flora, bold,
our forces paired in flame;
woven warmth the west wind holds,
and breathes your blooming name.
Coupling offers both spring and wind,
Profoundly linked, empathetic, and divine.
Fates forge ties with the affluent and kind,
Flora and Zephyr an intertwined sign.
stealthily hiding behind gray white mists
wispy smoke rising heavenward in twists
within caldera red hot lava boils
menacing flora, fauna and topsoils
beware if ground beneath feet starts to quake
creating distance the best choice to make
don't count on Planet Earth being your friend
always has potential to bring our end
please try not to take it personally
planets must do what comes naturally
do not expect any introduction
even for events of mass destruction
universe does what universes do
adapting to the results falls on you
the footpaths that stretched
out of sight until never
the parched ground and grasses
when miles seemed forever
wild garlic, the nettles
the heat and the heather
the flies that would zizzzz
past our ears to wherever
the bees in the foxgloves
collecting their treasure
the midges that danced
in a group all together
the butterflies that zigged
and then zagged for good measure
the dandelions drifting
on the air at life's leisure
those long lost hot summers
full of fun love and pleasure
- I remember those walks
and the woods
and that weather.
Flora and Fauna
Flowers that dance in the breeze
birds who sing in the trees
kittens to purr on the knees
dogs who can playfully tease
butterflies flutter with ease
fishes who swim in the seas
Koalas that eat gum leaves
large animals, also small bees
pet mice that nibble at cheese
For flora and fauna I say 'please
care and look after all these'.
Copyright © Vivien Wade 2017
The earth is a truly incredible place,
but its environment is taken for granted.
The natural beauty of seas and forests are beyond compare,
and yet we continue to pollute and corrupt them.
We depend on our environment for our very existence,
while all the while we continue to destroy it for materialistic gain.
Humanity wishes to thrive, we need to learn to protect,
and embrace this planet and not work against it.
The plants in the highland give us fresh air to inhale,
robbed of her very own-her plants, her animals, her gems,
Seabirds circle above the darkened water,
beholding the water's repelling betrayal.
We no longer listen to what the earth,
its atmospheric phenomena and all its living forms,
its mountains ,rain, wind and valleys,
and all the flora and fauna of the planet are telling us.
A crown of flowers,
Adorns the lovely maiden;
The goddess of Spring.
nature suffering, in my heart I suffer with her too
in your heart natures plight, you suffer
you might not know it but it is killing you.
killing you, me, all life suffering facing,
facing, but mentally blinded to mass extinction.
can you not see?
symbiotic relationships, do you know, do you?
how many lives live on you, in you, how many
forms of life keep you alive, you, me, us, who?
yes you too, all fauna needs bacteria in, and on
our bodies, for both to survive, to stay alive/
can you not feel?
flora, our symbiotic partner breathes for us,
and all fauna, yes all, inclusive, we are fauna.
breathing for flora, yet we kill it!
kill, slaughter it by fourteen million acres a year,
in one-year 56'655.99 km² of the UK denuded!
can you not empathize?
scaremongering? yes, for we all should be very scared!
our grandchildren's children very scared for them!
bar a minority the world population blind, blind to facts,
climate change, look out your window, see the truth,
the truth, nature suffering, help her, now, act!
can you not help? you can plant a tree give life a chance!
Roses love
but beware the thorns,
Lilies remember
those that we mourn,
Daffodils whisper
of coming spring,
Poppies dream
a great many things.
user: pseudodragon
theme: nature
Like a Tuber mushroom
an Authoritarian State
thrusts myriad mycelium tendrils
in a vain attempt
to control every contingency.
Like a Fragrant fern
a Constitutional Republic
radiates spores far and wide
to invariably find
the wisest way.
Beautiful blue buddleia
brimming with bejeweled butterflies
which flutter frequently from branch to branch
Fabulous freesias
sensationally scented
perfumed perfection
Ruby red rambling roses
dainty daffodils and jaunty jonquils
colourful crocus and charming celandines
blooms bring breathtaking beauty
glorifying Gertrude’s garden
horticultural heaven!
Flower or Flowers in Imagism Form - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France
03/13/21