Best Floral Poems
I reminisce of childhood prowls, the mild
Unfolding through lustrous summer sways
That in my past, musings replay when twigs
Are sprinkled with blossoms rare like
pearls. I find myself wandering downstream
On banks wading softly, entranced along
fresh shrubs…a vignette of burlap and silk,
Rustling like bright confetti that often
Fine dewdrops envy my near sunset’s trend.
And I could but possess the warm flavor
Of buds in heat, my face dipped in their chests
Hesitating to leave the lush of gold as
Nightfall breaks. Then, floral tapestry churns
Against a mural of summer’s rich pattern
Up high, where lacquered glint from hillside bursts.
Full moon rolls with amusement to cradle
Dawn’s garlands, auroral as this child’s eyes;
floating through next seasons when my tossed hair
sweeps a cluster of maiden time's fanfare.
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Contemporary Figurative Artiste Stephanie Deshpande
in Contemporary Free Rhyme...Cyndi's Contest
by nette onclaud
Floral expanse
Roses in vivid colours that smiled in glamour,
Red blood to be garlanded at valour,
White lilies bunching hearty and serene,
Catching lovers' fancy to the extreme,
Lavenders at the crest of mountains,
Challenging beauties of the terrains,
Merrigolds shining bright with sunrise,
Worshipping aroma to no surprise,
Dahlia, orange and yellow poppies dance,
Oleander with their pink flowers put us in stance,
Irises swayed taller on their stalks,
Bougainville like trumpets' melody outlast,
Bluebells borrowed colour from the sky,
Yellow dandelions woke up in golden bright light,
Tulips were as bright as showers,
Their beds flamed like throbbing rings of fire,
Forming shadows were rows of white flowers,
On azure coloured ground like trails of shooting stars,
Tiny wildflowers illuminated the grass,
Like jewels in the dust to nature's sarcast !
Written November 27th, 2014
For contest 'Encounter with flowers' by Anthony Slausen
Awarded HM
Entered into contest "Theme #2- Flowers- Old poems" by SKAT A
Awarded 9th place win
Velvet red roses stand
cheek to cheek
with daisy faces, ringed
in petal fringes,
sweetly scented
by creamy bubbles
of double jonquil popcorn blooms
beside a starburst
yellow chrysanthemum,
and long leaves
squeezed between.
Below, their stem-straws blur
in the ribbed glass jar,
looped with a satin orange bow
for your 97 years
we must farewell soon.
The loved ones are visiting,
bringing flowers, hugs, reminiscences
for you, last of your generation -
two brothers, two sisters.
I don't want to say, 'Goodbye'.
Let's have a few more days,
or weeks, or months,
just for keeping company,
like the flower bunch.
Along verdant hills , May crowns daffodils
Where floral glow spills, as evening moon fills
Till scent of air chills... while robin blue trills,
A tune that instills rhythm from lush mills!
Petals dressed in frills, reel like yellow quills
Oh blooms on my sills...their beauty thrills ,
Moist buds of ponds, rills ..flaunting nature's skills!
On a bright sunday afternoon
Roaming market in search of mushroom
I was about to reach when I saw a girl
her skin was white golden hairs with curl
I didn‘t stop but my heart did
I rushed behind a car and hid
Through the window I gazed as she walked
her lips like rose as sweet she talked
In floral yellow dress she shined so bright
she stole away my heart‘s limelight
but in next moment I was in sheer fright
as car drove away and I was at her sight
She looked at me and I saw her smile
and I froze atleast for a while
She took a step ahead, I took one behind
my heart pounding hard about to grind
She spoke “hello“ and there was silence on my part
she stood there for me to start
and after a minute she started to depart
Still frozen I was left with broken heart
Wash of pink blossoms
Embrace and gently conduct
A spring symphony
Somehow a scene from girlhood days
Will flit across my hazy mind;
To lead me down enchanting ways
I thought I had once left behind
Of Grandma's touch… so sweet and kind.
Her garden floats on dappled stream
Where trees callow burst into leaf,
Our hands gather the blooms, agleam
Which paint a view though spring turns brief--
Yet in my heart… I find relief.
English Quintain Contest
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Re-submitted 7/19/2017
frisky flowers fly
feet foxtrot fitfully
fun fuchsia frolics
Wise words work well
Trust time that tells
Meet mind most meek
Strange spice soon seeks
Loud laughs lure looks
Bright boom binds book
Feel fine floral
Choice charms choral
Ply prompt pure peace
Etch etch earns ease
Set soft sure say
Delight dream day
Leon Enriquez
21 November 2017
Singapore
Swaying fields of buttercup and yarrow
Lavish goldenrod and dandelions
Wild outside my garden walls
Protective of their independence
And carefree wanton ways
Yet bemused by how
Just over yonder
The other half lives
Flirtatious gloriosa daisies
Alluring yellow columbine
Coquettish gerbera daisies
Provocative flutterbye roses
Sultry golden feverfew
Sweet carolina jessamine
Bewitching black eyed susans
Tentalizing gold nuggets
Darling flannelbush
Amazonlike sunflowers
Golden bells daffodils
Spice custard iris and finally...
Irresistible hummingbird sage
All day long just sitting over there
Looking most opulent and radiant
While soaking up the finest rays of sun
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
FLORAL KINGDOM
Flowers grow and glow in floral kingdom.
Peerless fairness with fantastic fragrance.
Enjoy gift of flora in full freedom.
Playing pretty role in love and romance.
Flowery show in enchanting elegance.
You can miss beauty and scent seldom.
Relish, cherish, cheers casting one glance.
Flowers grow and glow in floral kingdom.
Hidden fruits and seeds in flowery wisdom.
colours and aroma not mere by chance !
Diversity of blossoms : Broad Spectrum.
Peerless fairness with fantastic fragrance.
Always Alluring not just per chance.
Wonderful world wide display at random.
Offer flowers on any happenstance.
Enjoy gift of flora in full freedom.
Flowers showering sweet smell bringing charm.
mesmerising mind in delight and trance.
Nice knot to unite Sir and Madam.
Playing pretty role in love and romance.
Flowery plant greets guests at gate on entrance.
Flowery garden to drive away boredom.
On bosoms of blossoms butterflies dance.
Posy of flowers always to welcome.
Flowers grow and glow.
As summer turns to fall; a chill moves through the air,
The beauty of nature; like those of flowers; are in their final days,
Such delicate ones; who call outdoors their home,
Their roots engraved into the ground,
The sun is their nurturer; who showers them with life,
To grow; to survive; to dance in the rain,
Without rays of warmth; they cannot go on,
Fading with every last breath,
A heart could be similar; as is mine,
Fragile and soft; like petals of flowers,
The warmth that flowed through these veins; has become watered-down,
Shifting to a bitter cold; waiting for the storm to pass,
Love is a disease; I cannot fight,
For a life without love; without a cure; is a lost cause.
Scent of floral buzz,
Dash of fleeting time;
Smell the morning gush,
Heed the playful chimes.
Plumeria surprise,
By this walkway stuff;
White floral advice,
Fragrant sure enough.
Sunbeams flood new light,
Awesome colours fling;
Conscious curious flight,
Watch the choral sling.
Old memories come,
Rush of past charades;
Pungent poignant psalms,
Words move lyric trade.
Linger and loiter,
Take fond mornings walks;
Let joy not falter,
Stillness needs no talk.
There will be time when
Joy and sorrow meet;
A glimpse will know then
Kindness that now greets.
Leon Enriquez
21 September 2017
Singapore
Stop and smell the roses even if they aren't there
Stop and smell the flowers even if they are dead or bear
Stop and smell the roses because each petal has a different scent and every curve is a masterpiece, like a Renaissance painting
Pass by a rose and you may miss a lifetime
Pass by a daisy and you may lose your smile
Pass by a sunflower and your nightmares could start to become a sad reality
Appreciate what you take for granted or your heart will hibernate instead of bloom
There's a simplistic complexity that is painted to the curves of every rose
How can something so small hold so much beauty
When you can answer this you're eyes can truly see, your heart will smell grace, your ears can feel the future
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, so what do you let your eyes hold
Whatever it is, remember before you get too old
Enjoy the event of a white rose
p.s. don't let the world distract you from the paintings on the petals...
We welcome New Year with celebrations
Fireworks will light up the dark evening sky
Rockets explode into bright carnations
Pyrotechnic flowers seen way up high
Fireworks will light up the dark evening sky
I gaze at the sky with awe and delight
Pyrotechnic flowers seen way up high
A floral display that’s viewed late at night
I gaze at the sky with awe and delight
Rockets explode into bright carnations
A floral display that’s viewed late at night
We welcome New Year with celebrations
Fireworks Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Eve Roper
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Rhyme checked with rhymezone
12/31/20