Best Hydrangeas Poems

mop head hydrangeas 
clumps of glorious splendor
soaking up the sun. 
...

Read More

Two poetic mobiles ~ happy or sad, take your pick 

Weeping hydrangeas spill
sapphire tears falling,
drenching grey scale gardens
suspended, free flowing
a mobile of distractions
on tiny threads...

Read More

Two poetic hydrangea mobiles ~ happy or sad, take your pick 

~
Weeping hydrangeas spill
sapphire tears falling,
drenching grey scale gardens
suspended, free flowing
a mobile of distractions
on tiny...

Read More

She would lean into the water blue, to witness angel eyes,
She would bend down close, and whisper then, 
and pray to have a friend
 ...

Read More

As lilies are arrayed,
So might an angel
Bestowed upon me
May delightfully be.
That her wings will
Be softer than silk
In my calloused and
Undeserving hands.
That her beauty may
Bloom as...

Read More

Summer lay lazily over the land.
The languid weight of wind and water 
bowing tree limbs, chasing sand 
squalls over sidewalks.

Cyclist meander down aisles
of Rose of...

Read More

It was a dangerous mix of midriff and moons.
A nude goddess was riding a tiger.
Moralization. I will not allow my peaks to

fail me. I was...

Read More

            Hydrangea Influence

Pull of gravity drawn on the senses, hydrangea scent
Fragrance bliss, orgasmic burst,...

Read More

I look for many qualities in people 
Being the best version of yourself is number one
Having someone who understands you is a soothing thought
Without doubt...

Read More

I.

Oh, my dahlias you whisper as the morning arises,
and I awake in awe from your new day’s dew,
my magnolias center around my hotas in delight-
My...

Read More

	
	rainy season 
	grief, white hydrangeas 
	hungry caterpillar



In part, The Haiku Society of America’s definition of a haiku reads, “Usually a haiku in English is written...

Read More

	
	
	Melancholy
	
	rainy season 
	grief, white hydrangeas 
	hungry caterpillar


	A haikuette for “Haiku Wannabees”
...

Read More

Navy night highlights blue moon's royal rising in 
succulent summer where crisp cyan canpanula
cover many a yard side with their twinkling toes.
Cobalt irises sway and...

Read More

( Song of Solomon 4: 16 )



We Walked In The Garden At Midnight
We Walked Thru The Garden In Moonlight

Among Azealeas & Verbenas & Blue Jonquils
Sweet...

Read More

Cerulean sky trailed by silver wisps of cottony cloud,
Bright roses, anthurium and hydrangeas in riotous bloom,
Tiger and Calla lilies holding up their heads proud,
A jaunty...

Read More

With Athena's wise courage 
and the fierce confidence of Artemis'
The lily pond smiles back at Esmeralda
hypnotizing waterlilies-
beauty so cleansed
the water can't mimic her movements.
The enchanting...

Read More

Do not send me roses
roses do not surprise
lavish me with sweet hydrangeas
their delicate bunches a feast for the eyes

Do not send me roses
roses have become...

Read More

There are no truly blue flowers. 
No, not one. 
Hydrangeas or tulips can be green,
an odd color for flowers, I think.
Brown ones are dead. 
Brown...

Read More

I’m from small town homes and rose bushes overgrown, with
Close-but-not-too-close-close-knit-crazies.
Where my best friend lives down the block and I make late night trips to her...

Read More

Sweet blue indigo were your eyes,
	sometimes they appeared almost black
but in their reflection, I saw clear sky blue
	with floating pastel aqua painted clouds.
In your tended...

Read More

The path disappears
under the foot.
Gently I lay down the  book
and start reading the blank page.

Stainless thoughts.I strip to root.
A stunning revelation
about a tinned dialogue.

Blue...

Read More

Day lilies assorted and bright
With flox flowers purple and white
Crisscrossed expanses of soft green lawn
Thus was my first April day born
Palm branches the worshippers brought
Lining...

Read More

MENTAL INSTITUTIONS SHOULD PLANT FLOWERS TO PASS THE HOURS

Dead daisies, 
deceased dandelions 
torched tulips birthed to be torn and tragically tormented
And those daisies and dandelions...

Read More

there is something inside of me
i can’t figure out if it’s a ‘who’ or a ‘what’

if it were a ‘who’ i would imagine it to...

Read More

MENTAL INSTITUTIONS SHOULD PLANT FLOWERS TO PASS THE HOURS

Dead daisies, 
deceased dandelions 
torched tulips birthed to be torn and tragically tormented
And those daisies and dandelions...

Read More