Best Hostas Poems
Inside twinkling eyes of nights bloom
Garden flowers whisper
Peeking through tree branches, heads nod
Vines twine graceful arbor crown
Rows covered with pretty petals
Faces of sunflowers
Dream of tomorrows honey bee
Sleepy yawns of sweet peas
Early morning darkness shrouds daisy
Happy go lucky petals
Spin cartwheels across the night sky
Honeysuckle smiles grace fence
Veil of mist twirling through hearth
Maiden’s shy smile sleeping
Exuberant gaze waiting brightly
Bluebell colors swirl
Dew drops dripping off Iris tongues
Moon beams warm tulips
Kiss of starlight rejoice each rose
Pepper nasturtium petal
Under Hostas' green leaf shelter
Nestles dainty slippers
Woven of heaven’s sweet scents
Garlands adorn the sky
Pirouette back down to earth
And open the garden gate
Dawn’s an hour’s chime away
In mystical days of June
BRIAN'S CHOICE X,any form,any theme Poetry Contest
2nd Place
written August 23, 2019
All dressed in green, the rose bush beams
like a child's blushing cheeks and pursed lips;
these debutants jilted by bees
forever wanting to be kissed.
A carpet of phlox giggles like a young lady
and drips over the wall like a Dali clock,
tickled by fingers of lilies and daisies
still waiting to dance, demurely frocked.
Impatiens wink at the pansy's goodbyes,
while hostas and petunias wave.
In the light of the late springtime sky
all in the garden would rave.
No need for people, they've nothing to prove
because flowers can party too!
~Through a wisteria laden arbor~
Ah, the robins are here rummaging in the grass
and they just left the blueberries over the hedge,
a glutinous embarrassment for sure, but as
deer prance so properly, I'd rather robins instead;
at least they don't consume the guests,
or should I say, permanent party participants.
Like a "who done it" dinner it's a safe bet
they'll win, if the catnip and snapdragons can't.
What's the purpose of being pretty;
ogled and cut by people and eaten by deer -
it's the talk of the party and nasty.
Gossip is (don't tell) that our favorite guests aren't here,
the honey and the bumbles do tickle and tease
and though perhaps used, we're left pleased.
Modern/Contemporary Sonnet (mixed meter-slant rhyme-uneven line length)
That is the path I've chosen,
covered with soft blades of grass
hedged with variegated hostas,
and moonlight filtering
through hanging willow trees.
The winding path tilts slightly uphill,
towards a wooden pergola
that glimmers in the darkness,
a temple built in paradise
for my lovely Marguerite.
I have planned my life's purpose,
I know so clearly the urge to live,
my priceless gift from Cupid
cleansing the humdrum of this life.
The nightingale enlivens the silence,
full moon oozes limpid serenity,
the glow worms twinkle lovingly
like a myriad of faraway stars.
A lonely breeze caresses my face
but cannot quench the thirst
nor quell the boiling of my blood
nor the hunger I feel for her.
I gaze upon her lovely face
Chiaroscuro in the moonbeams
A painting mightier than any Madonna
that emanated from Fra Filippo Lippi
Or an intimate impression by Renoir.
Yet like these famous portraits of old
Our love forever will survive.
A flower beginning with A is easy you see, an Aster I would sow
Bluebells of every colour and size in most gardens grow
Colourful Cornflower and Coneflower fills the scene,
Dianthus and Daisy look bright and so clean.
English lavender whose perfume fills the air,
Foxglove of many hues love to see them there.
Gladioli grow tall, look great cos of their beauty,
Hostas loved by the slugs til pellets do their duty.
Iris, so elegant, in wet areas love to shine,
Jasmine, whose heady perfume is divine.
Kalanchoe is a pretty plant likes to live indoors,
Lilac means Spring is here, buy lilac soap in the store.
Marigolds and Mistflower have their place in most gardens we see,
Nasturtium, a pretty old flower, yet smells like cats wee.
Orchids so majestic shout, look at me, I'm the prettiest of all,
Poppies of all colours, lovely to see them wafting so tall.
Quitensis is a plant that loves dusty conditions,
Roses, love to bloom wherever it's positioned.
Spring-flowers so beautiful heralding winter is over,
Tubs of tulips so elegant amongst the clovers.
Umbrella plant have leaves that look like a brolly,
Violets used to be made into posies and sold on a tray.
Wall flowers look good but the perfume's not the best,
Xeromena is a poor mans lily, to grow it, is a test.
Yarrow you will find in the spring,
Zinnia the last one, hope my list a smile will bring.
Penned. 3 July 2015
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Whisking flakes fluttering as the icicles start to melt
I'll never forget how the accumulation of snow felt
Natural cool air underneath the wearing of gloves
Time for gramma's hot chololate that I've always loved
Equator shifts and brings forth a winter solstice
Roses are almost here and so are my blooming hostas
Set my clock ahead as we all lose an hour of sleep
Picturesque and perfect bouncing into Spring with a leap
Radiant sun peaks through and shines for more hours
Inches of rain showers nourishing my precious flowers
Navy beans, chives and tomatoes grow with fascination
Green peas and peppers growing within my vegetation
From snowmen to butterflies, two mysteries of the natured mother,
and icicles melting into fresh topiary creating a masterpiece,
with day lilies, tulips and daffodils in my garden covered,
I let them grow, then cut them fresh making a splendid centerpiece.
icicles melting
sprinkles of April showers
gorgeous scenery
~Date Written : March 26, 2016~
Up with the sun, put coffee to brew
Inside my mouth, some sticky night goo
Standing in housecoat with fuzzy house shoes
Starting my day, as always I do
Down with a cup, feeling like new
Stepped onto my porch, that first morning view
Something was odd, some weird bugaboo
There must have been paint in the heavy night dew
Next to my house, by my wandering jew
My once yellow daisies had all turned light blue
Even my houseplants, my once green bamboo
Was now a blue green of the ugliest hue
So I cut them all down, in a rage I flew
Hacking and chopping, like I'd lost a screw
Roses and hostas and yes, daisies too
But I saved a bouquet, Here! These are for you.
June 20 2017
by Daniel Turner
See all of the buds upon the trees
watch closely as slowly one unfurls
each tiny weeny leaf stretching out
one by one peeling away from the buds
Turning their faces up to the sun
some sticky buds much longer taking
all sorts of shapes and different sizes
as they grow and cast their dappled shade
On the tender plants hiding below
shade lovers of stunning colours
scarlet red Hostas amidst bluebells
the trumpets waving on their long stems
All the sun lovers blooms open wide
drinking in the heat beaming down
tulips bright with merry stripes
all the colours of the rainbow
Swaying gentle in noon heat
tall hollyhocks stately bend
the early promise of a rose
scents abound flooding senses
So easy to lay back and drift off
sun shining down heats the skin
bees droning gathering nectar
such an idyllic place to rest awhile
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Season that grows from delicate Mother Nature
Preservation of green lands for the legal wager
Rejuvenated roots from tulips and white daisies
Invigorated blossoms delicately entwined and lacy
Nourishing sprinkles of mist for topiary growth
Glorious love and laughter with loyalty and troth
Somewhere after the snow but before the hot sun, came delicate tulips starving for a slight sprinkle. Intertwined roots forming families of lilies and the rose bushes start to climb the trellis. Baby bunnies nesting in between the leaves of a hostas, squeaking for mumma to bring them left over vegetable plants.
Spring is my favorite season. It is the time of year I vowed to love my sweet. We had no alter, nor did we have our families. It was just me and my love with my sister and brother as witnesses. My bouquet was made from natural flowers freshly picked in the field. We shared I-do's and gave a gentle kiss underneath the gazebo in the park down the street. We decided to plan a picnic as opposed to an unnecessary reception. We had a big wicker basket full of fruit and champagne for our first toast. We shared a simple yet meaningful day. All that mattered was that we were together, now and forever, as man and wife.
favorite season
vowed to marry my true love
blossoms of bunnies
Date Written: March 14, 2016
SHADY LADIES
Hostas
Gael Turnbull(1928-2004,a Scottish doctor-poet created the imagist Spaces form in his collection Briefly (1967) a two line poem with a larger than usual space
Turnbull called poems using his device ‘Spaces’, and noted of these ‘The visual “space” is,a pause or hesitation, even a temporary dislocation of attention’ .
The Days Come, Warmer
Time has ammassed the many aspects of me,
Which I then collect, design and tatt
Into delicate lace edgings for my aging, and which I then
Lay out into rings around the bases of tree trunks
To become splendor again, anew across the landscape
— with the fragrance of lilies — orange, yellow, purple —
Bursting their blooms through the darkened earth
Beside the already growing roses, asters, peonies and hostas —
To celebrate meeting a new season of warmth in the forest;
Awaiting evensong, to grace this day’s ending work and memories
With the birds flocking, circling, singing out overhead
From here to the horison’s moonrise.
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Casting a glance past my shoulder as Chopin’s Berceuse opens into the air
light diffuses across the room with its Autumn shadow
beautiful day … beautiful
shimmers, ripples as dry, shallow water with dancing shades of
lilac leaves
shimmering stream of light across a flaxen silk cushion
nothing special, but yes
the glinty lustre lingers here, simple, playful, randomly enticing
My eye to Autumn light is a relationship beyond my strength
and always has been
there, an unaccomplished lilac leaf, predominantly green with a touch of
purplish blush, just flickered down past the window
Magical dance of Autumn’s delight, my delight
the season’s progression to detritus and Winter’s insulation
of wilted lamium, hardened rose-hips, flattened hostas
Blankets of leaves form pools of musty colour across our back garden
(we were all away in different directions this weekend)
and in this span, the paw-paw simply dropped its voluptuous
leaves, leaving them strewn in an organized un-windswept circle
round its barren form
Oh, the motion, waving, blowing, dropping, to barrenness
who designed this beauty?
not I, it is beyond my conception
conceiving barrenness
nature’s movement to senescence
Only she can create such beauty in this strange and entrancing ritual
Autumn’s ebb-and-flow, dappled light, dance of crisp, rufous
leaves, of desiccated, musty, smudged ochre-paper
Little notes tumble through the fresh air and wood-smoke, notes of
truth:
Beauty lives here
Come see and smell and touch
Rusty impregnation of fluttering, flickering light and leaves
preparing for Winter’s sleep and Spring’s release
(October 19, 2009)
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A Little Person's Garden View
As a wee person, my imagination runs free,
I peek through the window, many pixies I see,
Spreading dust, like the dew from the trees,
While fairies fly high and the flowers party!
The gnomes are standing so tall and still,
Between the Hostas, Iris, and the Daffodils,
With bright sunshine beaming, from hill to hill,
I would like to be outside, twirling like a windmill!
Written: 6/27/16 ©
Submitted for Contest: Little People
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Nature's green dress sprawls lofty upon the earth,
bursting forth with life abiding foliage,
photosynthesizing perpetual birth
that carries a carpet of created knowledge.
Ivy hems climb to the collar of fir trees,
with moss detail, but not to upstage
frisky fern fringes, flower buttons with bees,
roving clover, shade hostas, and sun sown sage.
From fresh fruit to seed to nutrient soil,
plant life receives light sufficient for each day.
They neither spin their garments nor do they toil,
yet the good Lord clothes them in kingly array.*
Adorned within the fragrant, lush greenery
are creeping critters and miniscule beasts
making tasty tears upon the scenery
as they nibble upon ceaseless fresh feasts.
Through new leaf growth and seed germination,
the green dress prevails with flowing strides,
for our Lord gives hope and restoration,
replenishing her green even as He provides.
*Matthew 6:28-29 KJV
And why take ye thought for raiment? Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow; they toil not, neither do they spin:
And yet I say unto you, That even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these.
12-4-19
There is a certain comfort that comes to me
every spring, from perennials I planted years ago, that still pop up, beneath dark soil.
I often wonder how in the world they survived the harshness of winter and his unforgiving and relentless frozen lashings, year after year.
It makes me think about my own survival as a young girl. Buried beneath my tender exterior, I also found a way to comfort and warm myself beneath the unforgiving cold and darkness.
I was just a child bride when the harshness of winters
lashed into me, frozen punishments that were warrantless, relentless and unforgiving. But, like a perennial I always found the strength to survive and bloom bigger and stronger every spring.
Maybe that is why today, my garden is full of hostas, lavender, cora bells and black eyed susans. Yes, there is a certain wanting that comes to me every year, beneath dark clouds of winter.
I wander the garden path that winds
among the colorful crepe myrtle trees
Its lined with ferns, hostas and flowering
coralbells eagerly sought by honey bees
Hidden within the lush greenery and rocks
lies a tiny fairy village thats filled with delight
Within, it has it's own little pathway and
cartwheeling fairies that are such a sight
The sun drenched beds of lilies are filled
with all the different colors of the rainbow
Swaying in the warm breeze while reaching
for the sun they are putting on quite a show
The peacefulness here in my little garden
washes away all the cares of the day
A place where it's very sights and sounds
help me hear all that my Creator has to say
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2020