Best Flowering Poems
Amassed in flamboyant Azalea blooms when my garden is free of the cold.
Bird of Paradise, dressed in purple and orange, wear their colors so bold.
Crocus bloom when the mounds of snow finally melt and say, "Goodbye."
Daffodils display delightful faces and seem to be greeting me with a, "Hi."
Easter Cactus in pink and salmon, adds bursts of color in hanging pots.
Favorite in my garden are the carpets of romantic little Forget-Me-Nots.
Gardenia shrubs line my walkways with sweetest scent to tempt the bees.
Hyacinths are compact flowers on a single stem, but cause me to sneeze.
In early Spring my beds of Irises trumpet that a new season has begun.
Jasmine on the vine attracts hummingbirds in my garden spots full of sun.
Kerria bushes keep my yard enhanced in shades of chartreuse and gold.
Lily of the Valley is said to bring lots of happiness to the young and old.
Mock Orange, a pretty perfumed flower, prim and proper in purest white.
Nandina, Heavenly Bamboo, have bronzed red leaves of medium height.
Oleander clusters are a riot of color on the end of green foliage so tall.
Peonies add charm and grace in pink pastels all along my garden wall.
Queen of the Prairie in the landscape, reach up to the sun and the sky.
Rusty Foxglove is a late Spring perennial, I find very pleasing to the eye.
Sharing a treasured vase with them, I will select the lovely Shasta Daisy.
Three Lobe Spirea (Bridal Veil), is so easy to grow it could make me lazy.
Under the shade trees grow Urn Bromiliads, on driftwood from the river.
Verbena is Queen of the rock garden, in shades of burgundy she'll deliver.
Wisteria, in white or lavender, hangs in sadness until it withers away to die.
Xylosma blooms in masses of berries, in hedge rows of separation they lie.
Yarrow's blossoms are medicinal, likes dry soil and an occasional drought.
Zesty Zephyr Lily can grow in the wild but it's one I could never do without.
{April 23rd, 2016 ~ Shadow Hamilton's "Spring Flowers" Contest}
Rose petals blossoming out from the heart softly silk
starbursts brightly sitting a regal flower kissed
By loving sunshine sweet glowing beauty dances
your delicate curling petals so beautiful
Like a butterfly's wings fluttering eyelids mist
engaged upon a glance sweet fragrance whispered dew
Embalmed by the perfume of such treasure found gift
it is here that an arrow of gold strikes home dear
sweet velvet corolla crumples fragile breathless
Like a bud slowly opening its petals
one by one to the sun's warmth.
So too does love creep into hearts,
once there it soon expands blossoming.
Spreading like wildfire it floods and fills
every little corner and all the cracks.
New love needs special nurturing
just like the buds. In caring hands
it thrives and grows casting all in
golden warmth that shines richly.
Releasing peace and touching
the souls of all who feel it.
Orchard of ruffles,
Exploding light-pink petals:
A blizzard of bloom.
Grey skies, bare branch silhouettes
frondescence, dormant magic
within them.
Wing footed -winter arrives
brilliant with frost flowers
Rallentando- raindrops to snowflakes
Cobwebs motif into an ice lattice
Star thistles gleam with brittle echoes
and everywhere is quiet - white realms
A winter collage, brighter than starlight
Fills our heart with forest- flower dreams
june brings brighter times
the rhododendron blossoms -
exotic in pot
~
07.06.2023
Anne-Lise Andresen
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magnifica
noblis
so insigne&variegated
a mosaic
simplified
pleasing&lovely
compacta with everlasting
sweetness
of heart shaped love
glowing flugens red umbels
of agape
before
withering away
in a forgotten
wreath
in a sky
out of reach
barren&unfertile
yet
unfading
a tricoleur
to brighten the eyes
ornamental foliage
drifts
upon the breeze
a briza of beauty
a catalyst
for pleasure
so pungent
so delicious
so exquisite
flowering in the mind
a collage
insights of electricity
lively
novel
imaginations
in radical rhythms
embracing
the minimalist
to illuminate
to highlight
the golden threads
of the whole
cosmos
in a celebration
of darkness&light
glistening
with sensitivity
bringing
clarity
a sense of purpose
nimbly
dancing
through
the intricacies
of creativity
Walk amidst
The flowers
Waves of bright
Color overwhelm you
The air is redolent with their scent
The sun sends
It's smile down to greet us
Here in the garden one can
Know peace
Here in the garden
Life takes on a different hye
The air is vibrant
With
Anticipation
We meet
In this
Flowering
Grove
Let's hope it's
Not
For the
Last time
My thumb’s not any shade of green
Yet on my windowsill
Are varied plants in flowerpots,
So water them, I will.
Most stay the same; they grow a bit
But really do not thrive,
Although I’m happy just to know
They somehow stay alive.
And yet my orchid plant (a gift)
Has flowered several times
Despite the fact my city home’s
Not like its native climes.
I watch the buds and patiently
Await their opening
So grateful to them these dark days
For all the joy they’ll bring.
Would that they would
Declare a flowered truce
Cease the scorching of the earth
Allow a lone flower to declare peace
Allow a bee to savor its nectar
A distant sun to rejoice
Passing refugees to smile
As they glimpse the hope
…Of hope
flowers and sharp blades
by a blue, breeze rippled lake
reflecting sunlight
at the roadside
solitary flowering weed
vision of loveliness
leaf falling from the tree
does its last dance in the air
then settles to the ground
in the crack in the concrete
the grass pushes upwards
unstoppable life force
gems in abundance
the cherry tree's sacred breath -
spring strewing flowers
flowers, flowers, flowers;
marigold flowers, jasmine flowers,
rose flowers, bougainvillea flowers,
carnation flowers, petunias flowers;
dark flowers, bright flowers,
flowers of dignity, flowers of vulgarity,
flowers in opponent, flowers in proponent.
red, white, blue, yellow, black, green flowers:
fragranced flowers, fungus flowers,
poisonous flowers, scented flowers,
strong flowers, wrong flowers;
flowers scanty, flowers plenty.
all these flowers flower in the showers
the showers shower their blessing on all the flowers
the showers do not segregate
the showers must never segregate
all the flowers must flower in the showers.
Iris blue eyes that bright, azure beams strow
Lilly white neck with a radiant, translucent glow
Rosy cheeks blanching cotton swabs of milky snow
Viola black hair coiffed; silky strands strung in a tidy row
Magnolia-crescented bosom with a soft, silty furrow
Camellia-shaped paps that with sweet nectar flow
Butterfly Orchid legs; slender willows with tawny curves that billow
Anemone-cupped hands with graceful seams that her dignity doth sow