Best Flowered Poems
To love you in every fairest moment
and kiss you tenderly in pure delight
to yearn for you when you are absent
and hold you closer in shadowed light
love keeps us fondly in a warm embrace
as dreams within the heart become unsealed
passion will become a familiar face
beneath the sun's flowered fragrant field
we'll be devoted when our arms entwine
like tender green leaves hold the morning's dew
in the dawn soft glow your eyes always shine
hummingbirds slow their flight when they see you
the true beauty found in love is so clear
a bond to be until we disappear
In Dreams, We Danced In Flowered Meadows
I wrote you, yet only to find silence
cast into shadows were clear sun once beamed
Was hiding so far away your defense
from my love that saddened earth and sky screamed
Where moonlight once graced our united stars
now empty sky holds its long, darkened veils
Polishing my hope, I ignore these scars
sending me through nights, red-hot burning hells
Stay alive, if need be wait in shadows
my heart endures, that Fate may give relief
In dreams, we danced in flowered meadows
WE AGAIN LOVE AND DEAR LIFE HOLDS NO GRIEF!
Writing you, to rekindle love's fire
upon ashes of its funeral pyre
R. J. Lindley
Feb. 23rd, 1975
Poem Syllable Counter Results
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Total # Words: 105
For some of us, the dream of love
is tender as a seed
which, sown in fertile hopeful minds,
grows common as a reed.
A stalwart grass, with no rare scent;
no fancy blooms to see;
no passion’s rose, it merely stands
with nothing grand to be.
It shelters me, this simple reed
that slightly bends in breeze.
But winds of lust I do not feel,
to bring me to my knees.
And taste of bliss I do not know;
I dream the fantasy,
for fertile minds can still create
a rose through poetry.
Strand Completely New(6),Any Form,Any Theme Poetry Contest
happy yellow daffodils
nodding in the summer breeze
are greeting each passerby
with fragrant delight
underneath an azure sky
butterflies and hummingbirds
complete the perfect picture
of lavender fields
rows of tulips form an arch
arranged by color beneath
a bright cloudless Holland sky. . .
a rainbow of blooms
in a crimson sky, sun sinks
into an ocean of grass -
wave upon wave of poppies
splendidly surging
Written 11/18/12
Again our old nemesis is hanging around
That old bug's running rampant in our town
Attacking young and old
In numbers untold
The attire for many is a pretty flowered nightgown
© Jack Ellison 2015
at the flowered gate
she fondles the rusty lock
her puzzled look
Yellow flowered woman hiding among buttercups galore
Knew how to tidy up every crevice, crack and eyesore
We knew better than to fawn, admire, compliment or adore
She did not believe in flattery, felt it was dishonest, did abhor.
Yellow flowered woman came out in April every year.
She was a friend to grasses, daffodils, and delightful deer.
Her goal was to most of nature lovers abundantly clear.
She uplifted spring, gave buttercups and lilies a big cheer.
FLOWERED TEACUP IN SPRING
My heart lies vacant
to vulnerability, voiding into
a warm womb
of larvic rebirth
October ruptures orange octagons
pregnant with pretensions for balmy bathings
cock proffered a fiery feather
to a gaping garden gate
Hot white descends metallic
blue a dappled dance darting penetrates
washing machine mumbles
garbage collectors grumble
Noon consummates to hasten tasks
tarrying towards an amber throated afternoon
flowered teacup stares
a knobbly knee-jerked knock
I crystal circle a cobalt coming containing
wizened eyes of warted beggar
into pink palms of a purpled
garmented galactic guide
Shame laced in my DNA spiral
wrinkled its parley presence
I omitted some rooibos teabags
just jackfruit jam with half a loaf of bread
Missed a moment of silent saluted seeking
though pass two score and ten
Still I cannot read a …
Flowered teacup in spring
©GhairoDanielsPoetry
&Songwriting2023
Why not create a flowered horse?
Not fully convinced I threw away the idea
Several weeks in a row, then a month or two
Horses are difficult to draw!
But my muse kept returning to my dendrite highway.
A flowered horse would be terrific! She said.
Persisting, insisting, tenacious as any muse can ever be.
At last I relented for she was getting louder.
As you may guess the end results pleased me
more than I ever cared to let on.
It is not wonderful to have a muse
Who thinks they always know better than you do.
The face that was familiar is no more
Yet in my dreams ,we amble through bright fields
Where cornflowers and blue linseed softly grow
The face that was familiar is no more
The emptiness and loss, confused, real
The face that was familiar is no more
Yet in my dreams ,we wander through flowered fields
The hand that once held mine I still do feel
Warm with tapered fingers and hard nails
That death was near you did not then reveal
The hand that once held mine I still can feel
The memory impressed like iron or steel
You were growing colder,oh,so pale.
The hand that once held mine I think I feel
Warm with tapered fingers and hard nails
under the blue flowered moon
i am both lost and found
the light spills over my skin
washing away every scar
in this moment i am whole
i remember the nights
when the moon was just a sliver
barely there in the dark sky
and i longed for more light
to guide me through the shadows
but now, under this blue flowered moon
i see that even in darkness
there is beauty, there is hope
even in our most broken moments
we can find light, we can heal
so i dance under the blue flowered moon
my heart wide open to all its magic
for in this moment, anything is possible
under this moon, i am free
Where is my dream of love?
Basis of my search
Moving around the flowered plant
Trying to search her in my desire
My heart is a lonely garden
Looking for love birds
Free fly of the birds
And melodious cheers
My heart only need her melodeons rise
With the sunrise she do wake up
And open her beautiful eyes
And make my view
With the glimpse of beautiful sunshine
Her appear in my life
Accomplish my love dream
She is herself beauty of paradise
My happiness want to touch her lips
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Sweet heart my passion dear pumpkin
Sweeter than a cabbage you are my sweet corn
somewhat louder than the bourn
Deep into that darkness sprouting
Liken a flower blossoming
How they were shouting, touting - flouting
those the farmers and gardeners
They abloom allemandes abstracting
Ah, distinctly I was defoliating
Your stock, your stem the bud of your flower
My mind always strays to you you’re beautiful as the trees
I crave your sweet, shrubby sycamore
I crave the awash, abloom abstract almond leaves
That, that the moment my soul grew cute
What could there be more purely brute?
Sweeter than the summer sun
Hotter than 4th of July
somewhat more covering than a parachute
you warned me about the spreading roots
Come grow with me
Come grow within me, come go with me
Deep into that darkness rising
the palmetto seemed happy synthesizing
what could there be more purely enterprising?
And the Tasmania was utilizing
Of the emergence's that is realizing
Deep into that darkness pollarding
Deep into that darkness spiraling
Instead I uncovered the squash
There stood an engaged goulash
While I pondered, awesome and swash
Much I marveled the square cherry tomato
I crave the gorgeous, glorious garlic
Remembering many cacciatore, horrendous mounts
The many microlight mushrooming
Such you are as I am
A pollenated vegetable won’t you be my flower
Come my sweetheart my flower stand with me under the rain showers
8/26/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
tropical blooming
a provision of flowers
in the mind's and hearts
~
for our mind's heart
with a bouquet of florals
warms my soul and heart
2/13/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
sunflower growing
in the moment of nature~
bulls eye for the bee
5/24/19
For Writing Challenge 3, May 2019, Nature Haiku Poetry Contest
Haiku poetry form only.
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