Best Gardenia Poems
Be thou kindness, ruler in my heart!
Shake any evil from my quill.
No harsh words to depart,
To soil another poets will.
Let rays of sunshine beam from every line,
To brighten another poets heart.
My humble heart with theirs entwined,
In a gardenia scented poetic cart.
Oh, let me be humble at my best.
And see their talent in all its fine glory.
Put me to the Muses hardest test!
That I pen a poem, never to be sorry.
Above all, save me from my own pomposity.
For 'tis too easy, with pride to be bent.
Save me from thoughts of my own grandiosity.
Sitting alone in pride's lonesome tent.
February 24, 2020
11 am PST
intoxicating
velvet petals, gleaming leaves
lifescape's artistry.
September 18, 2020
3pm PST
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dry ink on yellowed
license—November nineteenth~
their pressed gardenia
still perfumes the cedar box
where Mother enfolded time.
eighty-one springs fade:
the cake, the vows, their laughter—
dust motes tremble
as my thumb traces father’s
smile bleeding through the license.
no ghosts haunt these walls,
only the scent of camphor
and one stubborn thread~
Mother’s lace unraveling
from the hem of forever.
fragrant gardenia
wafting on the southern breeze ~
fair petals deceive
You are so lovely my secret love
and only for you again I am here
my every petal is a love letter
and fragrance its ink just for you dear!
When the spring breeze just starts to blow
open your window and listen to me
from your garden a message for you
a love song from gardenia it will be!
Gardenia--secret love,you are lovely
Date- 6th May 2015
One
Bloom
Blossoms
Soft pure white
Early in August
Alone after all kin has died
The snow white flower
With perfevid redolence
Perfuses the air
Alluring the ambience
With schmaltzy besotted love
I swim slowly, almost languidly,
But alert, careful not to let my hands
Break the surface, make the faintest sound.
Oppressive stillness into which a tropical bird
Cries with an old man's voice.
Only my eyes and nose above
The smooth warm liquid.
My long black hair rising and falling across
The small eddies of my movement.
A white gardenia behind one ear.
Darn! I can never remember which ear!
The Japanese are everywhere!
Cape Jasmine
One last white blossom
Memories
Of our youth
You brought three green stems with buds
Fragrance filled the room
Long ago
When you desired love
Memories
Flood my mind
Now you bring me muscadines
From your garden, love
~Oh, Gardenia Mine~
silk, soft hypnotism
such bewitching sultriness
intoxicating
June 5, 2020
4am PST
Poem# 1,224
floral scent divine
gardenia permeates air
groom's boutonnière
A sweet young lassie from Estonia
Was besought by a boy from Bologna
Taking her to a dance,
He wore his best pants
And gave her a corsage of begonia.
written September 1, 2021
Her shimmering lavender gown of satin and lace
Made her look like a fairy princess dressed for the dance.
The lad held a delicate, creamy-white gardenia
On her shoulder next to her radiant, beaming face.
She had requested an orchid; she thought it so chic,
The sweet fragrance of the gardenia altered her choice
She admired herself in the grand vestibule mirror,
And gave her timid boyfriend a sweet peck on the cheek.
When the evening ended, she carefully put the bloom
Pressing between pages of her senior annual,
A reminder of that night for the rest of her life
She gave it a special place on a shelf in her room.
As the years crept slowly by, and events shaped her life
Like the pressed gardenia she had carefully hidden,
Her memory of the lad from long ago faded
She mothered her seven children, another man's wife.
One day her husband given a promotion senior,
Came home early to take his good wife out to dinner
She descended their staircase dressed in satin and lace
He pinned a sweet-smelling gardenia next to her face.
Filling the twilight air
with romance
lighting up
the night sky
with the sparkle
of mystique
the scent of gardenia
afloat tonight
on wings of love
AP: 3rd place 2020
fresh on her eyelids
a zephry wind softly stirs
gardenia lemmings
2) zephry eyelids gardenia