Best Gentian Poems

Island Blues

My teal eyes rise to southern skies
     in soft shades of azure,
A reflection of our aqua serene seas
     that sweep the shore.
Summer shallows for novice surfers
     in nautical navy shorts swim
From sunrise...

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In the spring, I'm a Daffodill
In many hues, dancing on the hill
Swaying with  the gentle breeze
In the spring I'm easy to please

In late spring, I'm pale pink rose 
Growing on the trellis, inviting bees toes
To touch on me, drink their fill of nectar
Sweet, in...

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On
lucent
gossamer
wings fulgent in
my precious garden
nymphs spin golden trumpets
welcoming spring. Gentian bells
sway blithely beneath  jubilant
incantations arousing cupids
ardent desire blossoming cherry pink....

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Watching Homer struggle
to explain how a god wounded by a mortal
cannot die but may thereafter live with minor pain

and the humor when that god
complains to Jove that His supervision of His daughter
is inadequate and His Love too unconditional

while Diomed (or Tydides)
wreaks havoc on the Trojans...

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Adder,badger
barn owl
             black hairstreak
silver studded blue
damsel fly
fritillary
                 sundew-
Marsh helleborine
Duke of Burgundy
      ...

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The October Sky





white and blue hyacinths
float on infinite canvas
water reflects by....

vast as human mind
uncountable mysteries
paint vivid colours....

immense blue gentian
camouflages to orange
the October sky....






Written August 25th, 2015
For contest "October Sky" by SKAT A

Awarded 8th place win...

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Here in the tropics,  fans provide a built-in breeze,
their wind so gentle, laps one’s knees, and butterflies, 
gentian blue, fly to sip the morning’s dew

Palm fronds large, and bamboo plants, fight to
scoop unwary ants; and deep below the surface soil
millipedes in moisture coil

Farmers small...

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Prologue
 
Abandoned and in disrepair the mansion 
Is dark now; a story behind every stanchion.
An unwitting monument to a way of life,
Since foreclosed through bloody civil strife.

Antebellum

The hush of summer evenings cued the trilling
(Fiddled on hind legs accompanied by warty pouches)
Chorus; pierced only by the...

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I'm a resilient plant see I thrive on your absence
You can forget about me but for sure I grow stronger
I won't shrivel, wilt and crumble out of balance
Air and light is all I need in life I conquer. 

Roots rich with nutrients foiled your attempts...

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Abandoned house isolated with cracked walls
Aberration emerging forth from the natural terrain
Red and black roofs of the village nearby almost seeming a beacon of civilisation

The wood boarded lower rotting windows and barred doors
Faded moth eaten curtains a cynical beauty of zephyred gossamer
The time long years...

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Gondolas thrift contently upon a gentian violet
Thrown from dusky sunsets on a marauding wake  
Adopting Venetians transpose as the partake;   
Sip mulberry wine to toast the ultraviolet.

Cerulean skies, inundations, surge the amaranth 
Spray lavender with a mauve bouquet of backcloth;
Bear a pigmentation...

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Sit with me a while, here on the soft green grass, that hides the Gentian Violet and the Daisy peeping through and watch how the soft cool wind lifts the fronds of Willow, hanging down to touch the fresh droplets of lasting dew. They stroke...

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WANDERING

wandering
and wondering
why…

there are
four coloured
pictures
all
in
a row

angel with a
left wing
right wing
broken wing
another
thing

see the silence
in my
head
see the stab 
wounds of
bloodshed
wanting
to be
left
instead

in the scandal
on the mantle
glowing candle
I met Santa
Met
God

In gentian 
violent vibrant 
blues


© Kim van Breda—14 December 2014...

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Amazing the blessings that come our way
Scarcely noticed or getting our attention,
The stately sunflower that bloomed today,
Amazing the blessings that come our way
Taking for granted nature’s grand display
Like the delicate, intricate fringed gentian,
Amazing the blessings that come our way
Scarcely noticed or getting our attention.

Written August...

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LEAFWHITE LILIES

dreams simmer like
a twilight of doves
settling upon a
sea of flames

images bound through
fields of ponies
sipping little kisses
from the moon

delicate shadows of
nymphs play games
drawing waves like
silver silhouettes 

how sweet the perfume
of frozen leafwhite
lilies rasping gushes
hearts hope inhaled



for now doves remain
gentian and weeping
as ailments prepare
deadly
pointed 
missiles



© Kim...

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