Best Fuchsias Poems
When streams of paper roses,
bleed bitter fragrances,
evil mists of leaves slowly fall,
drifting along autumnal
breeze of yesterdays.
And i question
unseen dirt trapped
between sharpened thorns:
what if the sun,
at the end of your horizon,
seems brighter
than the skies in my mind?
What if days are a little longer
than the spoonful of quiet nights
you’ve fought?
Would you still paint
hollow bones of every skeleton
in your glass closet,
with black and white traces
flickering through
sociopathic holes and into
the windows of your rusted soul?
But what if, all this time,
you’ve been seeing silver linings
through ruby tinted glasses,
whilst steadying
your befogged sight with the core
of the devil’s unspoken mantras?
Maybe, the fault is in what flows
beneath your thick flesh,
that refuses to let redolent air
to rush in,
unless wicked winds
orchestrate songs of your
delusional manifestation.
So unlock the rails of
your iron heart,
follow me to the fields
of fluorescent fuchsias;
for I’ve always dared
to speak invisible visions
of my scarlet desires,
as I run with teal green wildflowers,
where pleasure spells my name
across lawns
in soft lavender dusks.
I fear no mourning monsters
dressed in golden feathers;
virtual vultures
speaking in demonic dialects,
waltzing with energy vampires.
They pretend to be angels
of cyan eden, oblivious
to the burning hell they reek,
exhaling scripted sentiments
of sanctimonious metaphors.
Whilst rhyming with a
cruel conscience,
seeking for meaningless endings.
They craft empty
expressions in
ghostly recitations,
revised to ruin
every starry sphere,
where achromatic ink-sanity,
remains reluctant to
follow me and my moon.
Categories:
fuchsias, dark, deep, feelings, meaningful,
Form:
Free verse
whirling rose petals
as they move to dream music
sunflower acclaim
dips in dahlias
orange yellow cream and red
spins past snapdragons
four o'clock fragrance
and flourishes near fuchsias
forget-me-not fame
Categories:
fuchsias, color, dance, flower, garden,
Form:
Haiku
Nineteen nosey newts nudged nasty nautical nannies
Eighteen eager ermines excitedly edged everyone’s ego
Seventeen sacred slugs sat sideways searching seagulls
Sixteen slippery snails slid southwards sipping sangria
Fifteen flowery foxes fell forward fondling fuchsias
Fourteen frantic fleas froze fighting frightening fanatics
Twelve twiddling tigers told thirteen tasteless tales
Eleven elderly elephants embellished eighteen ebony earrings
Ten terrified tardy ticks tricked two thirsty Turkish tramps
Nine naughty nasal know-it-alls knew nothing nearing knowledge
Eight elastic earthworms echoed eighty edgy Egyptians
Seven solemn snakes slithered slowly sensing sunshine
Six sassy silk-moths sceptically squished spinach selfishly
Five funny fatties feared following fancy French fashion
Four fantastic faithful Finnish flies faked famous farcical facelifts
Three tenacious terriers thrilled twelve tipsy throbbing thespians
Two tireless Tanzanian tapirs tittle tattled tirelessly throughout Tuesday
One obedient oily octopus offered obnoxious orangutans oranges outrageously
Categories:
fuchsias, word play,
Form:
Light Verse
the soft yellow streaked the terra cotta,
shadowing the speckled sallow saffron
a bluish buff upon the cochineal;
brilliant boneblack
grizzled the engrain
citrine carnation
as
the fallow flaxen,rustic rubrical
rainbow-tinted
the magenta mandarine;
unseen
the ultra-marine, tinged burnt sienna,
reflecting a golden flame of raw umbery upon
the earth green;
bright mosaic gold
mottled the sallow sorrel
virent yellow,oak stained
the pale apricot;
while
blood red,reddish russet
dotted the olive lind;
freckled crimson,
a chestnut maroon,
on fuchsias faded apple green
as burnt umber sank deep
into its sanguine slumber.
This a favourite poem because it combines my two hobbies art and poetry
Categories:
fuchsias, art, imagination, nature
Form:
Free verse
“NEW AWAKENINGS!”
Hummingbird soar with your tiny might
Great red fuchsias are at bloom again
Red purity so beguiling a call so bright
Brings you forth to carry your aim
To help propagate new life next spring
Nature's awakening call will always 'ring'
….©didee Verse
Diane M Quinlan
Artist & Poet
Categories:
fuchsias, anniversary, bird, birth, creation,
Form:
Verse
The colours are numerous, a fusion
mixed like an artists palette ready to paint a masterpiece
each enhances the others as in an embrace
a busy gnome is seen climbing out of the plant pots
trowel in hand, where the colourful impatiens tumble about
The pink and whites of the fuchsias, looking like tinkling bells
alongside the creams and pinks of roses as a bridal bouquet,
make the dahlia, showing burnt orange and peach,look like a glorious dessert,
blending in harmony, with a flowering weeping cherry tree in Tad's memory
sending all my senses into overdrive, lastly my ears to be enchanted by
tinkling sound of the fountains
upliftingly setting the whole thing to music,
as birds sing their thank you's
for this well stocked bird table
Penned 06/07/2014
Categories:
fuchsias, beauty, nature,
Form:
Sonnet
I float in an aquamarine idyll;
a bird soaring in shallows
while hearing translucent echoes,
hovering pastel ripples
reminiscent of cobalt depths
carried on shy currents
to an alabaster beach.
Sun's shimmer tiptoes
on serpentine waves,
pirouettes like star bursts
among the soupcon
of fuchsias and teals
that tease the surface
like a coy lover.
Categories:
fuchsias, beach, color, imagery, sea,
Form:
Ekphrasis
I Am as I Am complete
Though ego opines otherwise
Invoking grace, we feel God’s heartbeat
What else does there remain for us to realize
—Unseeking Seeker
As shackles give way releasing unrest of odious impressions
trade winds blow and billow white sails to a loftier altitude
Spiral shells ohm on a day reborn, under marmalade horizons
As darkness dissipates, tenderness repairs a truculent attitude
I Am absorbed in an epiphany of unfathomable transparency
As a single pulsation, a strong current, a vital force reminding
of both exotic and familiar surroundings shivering in vivid vibrancy
As sorrows depart alas! unfurling the fabric once shrouded and binding
Images speak softly in purple pearl and fuchsias of every shade
An austere moon dwells o’er lonely stagnant seas, leaving ego to wither
Shadows of the past grasping tightly ‘neath a veil cease and fade
With unmerited mercy, I Am forgiven, and I too am a forgiver
Words unspoken freeing ever so chaste and elusively unspoilt,
from within the womb, there’s mother’s voice in silent lucidity
I Am the universe that surrounds me, avant an azure sky unfoilt,
an arrantly expansive spirit, body and soul, an ocean of great fluidity
Categories:
fuchsias, feelings, forgiveness, freedom, inspirational,
Form:
Rhyme
the soft yellow streaked the terra cotta,
shadowing the speckled sallow saffron
a bluish buff upon the cochineal;
brilliant boneblack
grizzled the engrain
citrine carnation
as
the fallow flaxen,rustic rubrical
rainbow-tinted
the magenta mandarine;
unseen
the ultra-marine, tinged burnt sienna,
reflecting a golden flame of raw umbery upon
the earth green;
bright mosaic gold
mottled the sallow sorrel
virent yellow,oak stained
the pale apricot;
while
blood red,reddish russet
dotted the olive lind;
freckled crimson,
a chestnut maroon,
on fuchsias faded apple green
as burnt umber sank deep
into its sanguine slumber.
This a favourite poem because it combines my two hobbies art and poetry
Categories:
fuchsias, art, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
holy wars
not right… way back when
not right now
~
why fear religion
why believe in fear of god
abused nature… fear
~
sieve good from bad
survival of the fittest
evolutions real
~
would humans survive…
no technology… why not…
of course, we could...
~
push… pull… no wheel
it worked once… will work again
moving together
~
the wheel… used in war
dynamite… celebrations
both abused… so sad
~
war… who decides…
not the people… only one
can press that button
~
celebrate all life
learn from mistakes… move on
don’t eat poison twice
~
the hyena’s laugh
is not from being amused
be aware it's hungry
~
a lion roaring
you're safe… growling… that’s trouble
just so you know
~
woodpeckers tapping
to attract a mate… lunch date
chiselling a new home
~
flowers… colour… scent
both attract pollinators
red roses… true love
~
true love… like a fish
without water… will die
pollution kills life
~
my garden… my love
both natures gifts to create
beautiful new life
~
magnetic lay lines
run north to south… out of sight
guidelines for wildlife…
~
intuition...
it will happen… but when...
I will ask my wife...
~
trials of all life
to stand and be judged guilty
why not… would He lie
~
a hedgehogs plight… auto’s
extinction so close… take care
drivers be aware
~
waiting for the rain
shade loving plants are smiling
overcast… respite
~
bleeding hearts… fuchsias
not really… just their name
hear the wolf crying
~
one… two… three four… fine
once I caught a fish alive
where have they all gone…
~
seaside fish and chips
marine crabs… little nippers
gulls… watch… their pinchers
~
waves carrying surfers
dolphins… frog hopping… calling
come join in the fun
~
bonsaied by nature
trees on the mountain cliff
loners… or in threes
~
snow-white… the snow drops
blue the bells of springtime
summer all colours
~
silhouettes dancing
partnered by their shadows
full moon does look pleased
Categories:
fuchsias, nature, pollution, religion,
Form:
Haiku
Seemingly, sudden,
Restful sleep all but over.
Wild tricolored Irises, vivid white, sun centered, Shasta Daisies,
And Cosmos of azures, fuchsias and buttery cups;
Babies breathing, eager to begin once again,
In order to forsake the bronze, soft textured crustiness
Of the newly milled mulching caps, as they race for
The viewer and the gazer's glorious prize.
Even with a long and empty storehouse,
The beautiful bachelors and bachelorettes
All remember how to drink
From natures vase,
And where to turn their faces
For one fleeting and lasting
Ray of purpose.
5/8/2014
Categories:
fuchsias, flower, nature, spring,
Form:
Free verse
FLIGHTS OF FANCY PHRASIS 1
The soft yellow streaked the terra cotta,
shadowing the speckled sallow saffron
a bluish buff upon the cochineal;
brilliant boneblack grizzled the engrain
citrine carnation as the fallow flaxen,
rustic rubrical rainbow-tinted
the magenta mandarine;unseen
the ultra-marine, tinged burnt sienna,
reflecting a golden flame of raw umbery
upon the earth green;bright mosaic gold
mottled the sallow sorrel virent yellow,
oak stained the pale apricot;while
blood red,reddish russetdotted the olive lind;
freckled crimson,a chestnut maroon,
on fuchsias faded apple green as burnt
umber sank deep into its sanguine slumber.
From Flights of Fancy 2003
Listen to me recite this part phrasis on youtube under my pen name ichthys chiro
Listen to me recite this part phrasis on youtube under my pen name ichthys chiro
Categories:
fuchsias, fantasy,
Form:
Verse
the soft yellow streaked the terra cotta,
shadowing the speckled sallow saffron
a bluish buff upon the cochineal;
brilliant boneblack
grizzled the engrain
citrine carnation
as
the fallow flaxen,rustic rubrical
rainbow-tinted
the magenta mandarine;
unseen
the ultra-marine, tinged burnt sienna,
reflecting a golden flame of raw umbery upon
the earth green;
bright mosaic gold
mottled the sallow sorrel
virent yellow,oak stained
the pale apricot;
while
blood red,reddish russet
dotted the olive lind;
freckled crimson,
a chestnut maroon,
on fuchsias faded apple green
as burnt umber sank deep
into its sanguine slumber.
Categories:
fuchsias, poetry,
Form:
Verse
the soft yellow streaked the terra cotta,
shadowing the speckled sallow saffron
a bluish buff upon the cochineal;
brilliant boneblack
grizzled the engrain
citrine carnation
the fallow flaxen,rustic rubrical
rainbow-tinted
the magenta mandarine;
the ultra-marine, tinged burnt sienna,
reflecting a golden flame of raw umbery upon
the earth green;
bright mosaic gold
mottled the sallow sorrel
virent yellow,oak stained
the pale apricot;
blood red,reddish russet
dotted the olive lind;
freckled crimson,
a chestnut maroon,
on fuchsias faded apple green
burnt umber sank deep
into sanguine slumber.
Categories:
fuchsias, color, fantasy,
Form:
Verse
a haibun ABSTRACTION
The soft yellow streaked the terra cotta,shadowing the speckled sallow saffron
a bluish buff upon the cochineal;brilliant boneblack grizzled the engrain
citrine carnation as the fallow flaxen,rustic rubrical rainbow-tinted
the magenta mandarine;unseen the ultra-marine, tinged burnt sienna,
reflecting a golden flame of raw umbery upon the earth green;bright mosaic gold
mottled the sallow sorrel virent yellow,oak stained the pale apricot;while
blood red,reddish russetdotted the olive lind;freckled crimson,a chestnut maroon,
on fuchsias faded apple green as burnt rumber sank deep into its sanguine slumber.
I walk through the glade
abstractions enlighten me-
colour my rainbow
you hear me recite this haibun and much of my PS poetry on youtube unfer my pen name ichthyschiro
catch my short form @strandpoet on twitter
Categories:
fuchsias, art, poetry,
Form:
Haibun