Best Freesia Poems
A reflection of the coloured pencil drawn sky
skates on the glass smooth surface below it.
While a rebellious group of shades take their positions
on a glorious stage to express themselves artistically and
I...
i think of you
Wisps of clouds shaped like a palm leaf
fan the winds that stoke the fire
of a randomly sketched sunset.
I...
i think of you
The cool of an ocean breeze
travels the shadows of this low lit evening.
Caresses my skin like the essence of romance.
Enthralled by the allure of a candle lit sky,
I...
i think of you...
Our French Bakery early mornings.
Café au lait and croissants.
Our freesia soaked baths.
Your mink soft body.
Its milk and honey scent.
As I fall off
the edge of the world,
I...
i think of you.
March 19 2015
Armand
Categories:
freesia, introspection, love, nature, nostalgia,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
Today there are no rubber ducks, no flawless hues,
To hide behind, as we once did.
This day is dark, and gray and dreary,
Air thick with the scent of decay and mold,
Dull light filters in through the window,
Casting a somber tone across everything.
Even the freesia suds have gone bad,
The water in the tub is murky, opaque and grim,
Waves unseparated as the day that holds them.
When we were good kids, peering out,
From behind our good mother,
We got good glimpses, sucked on butterscotch chips,
The new neighbor, the smell of fresh sunflowers; it was fun.
But the old neighbor, who finally stopped coming around,
He was not good,
Over steeped dandelion tea, a benign-sounding thing,
Bitter and dry, sometimes salty; it was not fun.
As gray as this day, as this water, when I knew him,
He knew me, too.
I sink deeper into the swirling, whirling, and I think of things,
Dirty-water cyclone, the brightness of our childhood,
Harder to recall, I still remember the rubber ducks though.
Splashing them about, their cheerful colors and silly grins,
We knew joy,
But that bright spot is fading, and soon it too will disappear,
Down the drain, with this gray water and my leftover filth.
Mixing it all together,
In the stillness of the moment, I am struck,
The heavy inevitability of happiness; the transience of loss.
As bad as this day, that man, with his dreary gray hues,
I hang my head back and give a loud, guttural laugh at it now,
The memory of those yellow, plastic birds.
Especially since today there are no rubber ducks, no flawless hues,
To hide behind, as we once did.
Categories:
freesia, abuse, anxiety, appreciation, imagery,
Form:
Imagism
We wander through so many gardens,
doting robins, ignoring the crows.
Our personal oasis is an unfinished poem.
Plastic flowers may last longer, but their dead scent,
cannot compare to freesia and frangipani.
In fading grey sunset,
I crumble, crouching in musk air.
An arch frame with withered wood skin
and paint peeling in need of black dye,
but still Shalimar honeysuckle wraps like a quilt,
weaving around amber roses and velvet clematis.
Battle scarred thorns may stick and prick
these gangly timber legs, but each blemish
is soothed from butterflies floating from petal to petal.
In speeding winds I rock like an armchair,
helpless to save cherry blossoms falling,
creating a carpet of pink upon flakes of green.
Knotweeds sneak through a resurfaced pebble path,
but my dandelion heart seems fond of its purple tint.
Midnight raindrops sting like sake,
but I know dawn will bring bright blue skies.
Categories:
freesia, analogy, metaphor, philosophy,
Form:
Free verse
Dear Rosie so sweet, no so clue
Less I long for the day you grow and you bloom
How I wish for your petals to not fall but rise
But you are no fool for my pretty little lies.
I owe you for nothing and for nothing I owe
Longing for a simple smile and a lifeless hello
You never see me straight ahead
treating me like the dirt for your rose bed.
I am no Freesia full of passion and joy
I am a Daisy known not to tell of your judgment and sour pollen tube
Tell I will when the sun arises
Tell I will when you all seem too good to bloom
So now your leaves fall as they do
I continue to wonder how you grew
You smell bad and look Astray with you big stem which don’t stand straight
Do not look at me for help when you follow the flow
Keep sitting still and be gone
You say that makes no sense but I was doing it for years
So stand still, be strong and most of all hold on
Finally, it is my time I watch your petals fall and mine will arise
Categories:
freesia, 10th grade, anti bullying,
Form:
Narrative
A young bud, I’m awakened by Bells of Ireland
and a magnificent Morning Glory,
Baby’s Breath and Freesia near my cheek.
Larkspur and Delphinium happily look on
as blissfully I sun myself throughout the morn
surrounded by an ever-present bright array of beauty!
Enchantingly time passes as I take notice of
Lavender’s allure and the grace of Queen of Lace;
the charm of Jonquille, Jasmine, and Gardenia.
Pansy, Tulip, Peony, and Petunia want to play,
swaying gleefully with Buttercup and fellow Gladiola.
Periwinkle seems to wink at me
as I sneak a peek at pretty Primrose in repose.
However, when sweet Violet I spy,
she always shrinks so shyly from my gaze.
I’m cheered by Chrysanthemum and yellow Daffodil.
Marigold and Sunflower never fail to make me smile;
Magnolia and Myrtle nod hello to me
and Forget-me-not reminds me she is there!
Through the whole sweet afternoon,
fair Lilac’s scent permeates the air.
Soon enough Sun bids us all Adieu.
I then see white against the fading light -
Iris, Lily, Narcissus, Limonium and Rose.
Inhaling Orchid’s heady fragrance through the night,
I slumber in tranquility, wondering in dreams. . .
what flower I’ll be blossoming into!
For SandyIvy's "My own little Garden" Poetry Contest
Categories:
freesia, naturesweet, me, sun, sweet,
Form:
Free verse
Apple blossoms derived from the Wild crab
Birds of paradise resemble a brightly colored bird in flight
Cosmos flowers are very popular among gardeners for its beauty
Dogwood is a symbol of Christianity
Eastern redbud known as spice wood tree
Freesia flowers undeniably the “individualists” of the plant world
Ghost flowers depicted a ghostly translucent with reddish-purple spot
Hawthorn flowers heal the broken heart
Iris flowers symbolize as goddess of the rainbow
Jasmine known for its sweet, exotic fragrance for thousands of years
Kangaroo paw noted for their unique bird attracting flowers
Lesser celandine has a hairless perennial in the buttercup family
Mountain laurel known as mountain-laurel or spoon wood
Naked lady known for her scientific name amaryllis or “sparkling”
Orchids also known for its ‘testicles’ – shape roots as Greek meaning
Pussy willow fancied likeness to tiny cats or “pussies”
Quercus prinus a scientific name which means Chestnut oak
Ranunculus also known as St. Anthony’s turnip.
Spring snowflake known for its scientific meaning as ‘spring white violet’
Tiger lily stands for wealth and prosperity
Ursinia is named in honor of German scholar Johannes Ursinus
Viburnum also known as cranberry bush
Winter aconite is a genus of eight species of flowering plants
Xylosteum a scientific name which means European fly honeysuckle
Yellow anemone known for its other name as buttercup anemone
Zinnia symbolizes as lasting affection and goodness
04/28/16
9th placer in a contest
given by Broken Wings
11th placer in a contest
by Eve Roper
Categories:
freesia, april, flower, spring,
Form:
Abecedarian
Five funny fairies, Fond of fairy-cakes
Flying far from fairyland, Foraging for food
Five fairies feasted, on flowers full of fat
Freesia, Fuchsia, Fairy-fluff, frosted with fig fudge
Five fat Fairies, full of fairy food
Floating back to fairyland, flying far from fast
Contest : Alliteration Poems Please
2nd Place
Categories:
freesia, fantasy, food, funny,
Form:
Alliteration
After winter’s cold, Apple Blossoms unfold.
Bright, fresh spring brings Bluebells to behold.
Cheery Blossoms burst then dance to ground.
Delightful Dahlias bloom spring all around.
Eastern Redbuds warm cold winter emotion and
Fresh Freesia compliments each spring notion.
Gardenias touch each faith-filled belief.
Hardy Heath hones its spring dream leaf.
Impatiens show the power of flowers.
Jasmine’s scent is softly layered while
Kangaroo Paws hang from the upper air.
Lilacs quench thirsty human eyes as
Magnolias generate sincere, awed sighs.
Nippon Spirea buds use spring to tantalize.
Orchid blooms are a spring-spectacular and
Prime Primrose buds are ever popular.
Quality Quince pome fruit is a beauty.
Ready Ranunculus do their spring duty.
Springtime Sweet Peas and Spirea do their part.
Tender Tartarian Dogwoods warm our hearts.
Uplifting Ursinia blooms heed spring’s call.
Viburnum clusters daintily enthrall
While Wax flowers please us, one and all.
Xeranthemum Sunflowers’ charms never lack.
Yellow Anemone’s sweet power packs and
Zennias’ zest tell us that spring is back.
Categories:
freesia, flower, spring,
Form:
Abecedarian
Ambitious Amaryllis arrive soon,
Bloodroots beauty appears to bloom.
Colourful Camellias grow in shade,
Daffodils dance in garden parade.
English-daisies pretend as innocent,
Freesia flowers friendly and fragrant.
Gleeful is the glamorous Geranium,
Hyacinths cling in cluster they come.
In too many shades Irises are seen,
Jovial and joyous are the Jasmine.
Kind are the keen Kangaroo paws,
Lamb's ear some attention it draws.
Maltese Cross active and anxious,
Naive and nervous are the Narcissus.
Orchids are obedient with open-eyes,
Pampered Pansies, peep in small size.
Quince flower is bright orange-red,
Rockrose arrive as shrub and spread.
Stylish smile surrounds Sweet pea,
Trillium flower has petals only three.
Umbrella Magnolia shines like star,
Virginia bluebells stunning they are.
Wallflowers stay silent and are shy,
Xyris watches with her yellow eye.
Yarrow are tiny tightly together,
Zestful is Zephyr in lovely weather.
Nature's colour in flowers is seen,
Among all seasons Spring is queen.
April 18, 2016.
Spring Flowers - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Shadow Hamilton
New or Old 5 - Poetry Contest
Categories:
freesia, color, flower, spring, daffodils,
Form:
Abecedarian
Spring Flowers
Allium is raising Spring’s alarm.
Begonia is beating Spring’s drum.
Crocus is Spring’s first charm.
Daffodils dance in delighted decorum.
Easter redbud shines in red glow
Freesia sends descent scent to flow
Gardenia is gorgeous in pretty white.
Hyacinths honour holy Spring being polite.
Iris idly smiles sweet and shyly nod.
Jasmine is glorious as gift of God.
Kangaroo paw beautifies the mother tree.
Lilac shrubs swing inn cheers and glee.
Marigolds make merry in Spring garden,
Never become extra or season’s burden.
Overwhelming jewel as Spring detector
Primrose rose inviting bees for nectar.
Quenching thirst of Spring – admirer
Rose realms supreme in reign of flower.
Scilla shows softness in purple and blue.
Tiger Lily looks top in fantastic hue.
Under Spring’s canopy Sun never turns arrogant.
Viburnum makes Spring bright and brilliant.
Witch Hazer shrubs call yellow tune to sing.
X’mas gets sad being deprived of splendid spring.
Yellow anemone sparkles like amber star
Zinnia is zealous to dazzle and glitter.
Categories:
freesia, daffodils, flower, spring,
Form:
Abecedarian
Seasons of Praise Paradise Garden
Oh, God I thank you for
Myriading colors
Ahh!! spring flowers...
Agapanthus, beautiful
Amaryliis amber
ooh la la spring flowers...
and one more the sea copperish, bown tanned tones
Blue, Purple, White Lilly of the Nile
Solar onslaught no longer have to wait now
Buding news simple trues it's the beginning of spring
These are it's the time of year
The artic cold has left the roads
Temperatures rising so.......
It's spring time, it's spring time
Butterflies, Birds, Ants and Rabbits come running out
ooh la la spring flowers...
and one more the Sea copperish, brown tanned tones
Blue, Purple, White Lilly of the Nile
Solar onslaught no longer have to wait now
Buding news simple trues it's the beginning of spring
Oh! Bird of Paradise Dahila, Freesia, Roses and Carnations
Oh, it's so pretty this fine
It's the beginning of springtime
Spring flowers Peonies, Sweetpeas, Tulips and Zinna
God has made this garden for you and me
Thank you Father for the seasons of praise in the garden
Thanks for seasons of praise paradise garden
3/19/18
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2018
from anthology “ Seasons of Praise Paradise Garden”
Categories:
freesia, appreciation, beautiful, flower, inspirational,
Form:
Lyric
Sweet pea, Apple blossom, Anemone, Brodea,
Peach blossom, Amaryllis, Delwood, Freesia,
Ranunculus, Calla lily, Bird of Paradise.
I think each of these smell very nice.
Needing more, these are a must.
Gardenia, Hollyhock, Narcissus,
Tulip, Wax flower, Seeded Eucalyptus.
I’m neither gardener nor a green thumb.
Must I say it, I’m rather flower dumb.
Every flower I plant quickly begins to fade.
Where to plant, what to plant, I don’t know the trade.
Alas I try every year to have a great show,
Not a lack of effort, just a lack of know.
Now if you see me in the yard digging in the dirt,
Ask God a prayer for the plants not to hurt.
Because each year I do ask God to forgive me,
Even though I fail, I’m a Springtime Wannabe.
Inspired by the contest Flowers of Spring (not an entry)
Categories:
freesia, funny, nature, seasonsgod, prayer,
Form:
Rhyme
Green shoots start emerging from a tiny corm
vibrant flowers bloom when sun is warm
I drink in their sweet perfume
in my living room.
I adore
bright blooms
I want more
in purple and red
growing in my flower bed
freesia flowers give such delight
their jeweled colors are a glorious sight
Writing Challenge 2, June 2019- A Summer Flower- Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Dear Heart
Checked with how many syllables
6/25/19
Categories:
freesia, flower, garden, senses,
Form:
Rhyme
Bathing in the afterglow of sunset,
nature’s inflorescence meadows charm tread.
Sprays of flowers for my woven basket.
Gleam before the blooms fade and all forget.
Lavender, Daffodil, Take Me Instead!
Bathing in the afterglow of sunset.
Balm Jasmine, Hyacinth, Granny’s Bonnet,
slightest glow of early morning love shed.
Sprays of flowers for my woven basket.
Marigold, Primrose, at bay ... they trumpet,
raising spring voices in radiance bed.
Bathing in the afterglow of sunset.
Freesia, Begonia, nimbus duet,
rainbow chardonnay bouquet, insect fed.
Sprays of flowers for my woven basket.
Splashes of color for the daily fret,
nourishing aglow with warmth, grace breath spread.
Bathing in the afterglow of sunset.
Sprays of flowers for my woven basket.
6/10/2016 Villanelle Form
Springtime Villanelle Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Sotto Poet
Using ; http://www.howmanysyllables.com/
10 syllable count with a A-B-A A-B-A A-B-A A-B-A A-B-A A-B-A-A rhyme
Villanelle
A French verse form consisting of five three-line stanzas and a final quatrain, with the first and third lines of the first stanza repeating alternately in the following stanzas. These two refrain lines form the final couplet in the quatrain.
Categories:
freesia, flower, sunshine,
Form:
Villanelle
Johnny, jump up, spring thyme has sprung!
Sun's morning glory pours into your window peaks.
Arise, tired eyes, lift your cheeks with a smile!
Kiss me sweetly; These tulips are for you.
Lettuce turnip the volume of robins' chirping
by a closer stride, a stroll outside.
Take a breath of fresh air, as it freesia.
Butterflies drink from the dew of the buttercups.
Bluebells are ringing a welcoming beet.
Blue birds are singing their rhapsodies.
Lilacs are back in full bloom.
Make room for Dusty Miller.
His baby's breath is stiller
than a sweet pea in the valley.
Orange you happy that you rose up
to see our mums in perfect peace?
Cauliflower a weed or a treat;
Some flowers are even healthy to eat!
Lettuce romaine here and taste the scene.
Thistle be an amazing spring!
Flowers:
Johnny Jump Up
Morning Glory
Tulips
Freesia
Buttercups
Bluebells
Lilac
Dusty Miller
Baby's Breath
Sweet Pea
Rose
Mums
Herbs:
Thyme
Vegetables:
Lettuce
Turnip
Beet
Cauliflower
Romaine Lettuce
Fruit:
Orange
Weeds:
Thistle
Categories:
freesia, bird, blue, flower, mum,
Form:
Free verse