Best Impatiens Poems
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)
Blades whisper
as I walk the grass
Impatiens blush
Wisteria hides
behind lavender
dreadlocks
As dawn peeks
above roof tops
a timid breeze
touches my cheek
and May's shy kiss
brushes
my silent lips
1st Place
June Standard Contest
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Submitted 5/30/17
A is for Aster dancing in the wind
B is for Begonia as many as you can find
C is for Cornflower adorning a maiden’s hair
D is for Dandelion waving in the air
E is for English Daisy shining silver along the brook
F is for Fairy Wings kept in granny’s book
G is for Geranium in our pretty garden
H is for Hollyhock atop the Afghan’s turban
I is for Impatiens a carpet beneath the tree
J is for Jewelweed visited by the bee
K is for Kalimeris white as the snow
L is for Lily that in the church glow
M is for Marigold all over the hills
N is for Naranjilla without any frills
O is for Orchids that the pretty lady got
P is for Pansy drawn on the riverside yacht
Q is for Quail bush bright in the summer sun
R is for red rose in the senora’s bun
S is for Sunflower thousands in the field
T is for Tailflower out of its shield
U is for Uncarina deep in Madagascar
V is for Verbascum shaped like a star
W is for Wisteria soft as satin dress
X is for Xyris which grows without a fuss
Y is for yew fresh as spring dew
Z is for Zinnia that once in the yard grew
These flashes of colours in our everyday life
Gives meaning to that endless strife
1/03/13
By- Tahera Mannan
Clap your hands, sing with joy for warm spring is here.
Swallows are the first to arrive now the sky is clear,
Purple Martins perform aerial acrobatics
To snap up flying insects as is their tactics.
Chickadee small and pretty songbirds enthral
But the goldfinch is the most beautiful of all.
Below a dazzling garden so well designed,
Each patch adorned with fragrant flowers all lined
With special flowers of every marvellous pansies,
And in each patch, you'll find flowers which one fancies,
Impatiens, begonias, petunias, delightful in the breeze,
While all around work is began by pollination by the bees.
28 April 2022
Spring Rhyme - 8-12 Lines Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin
Placed 2
Roses are red,
Violets are blue
Wait,
Violets are really more purple
that's why they're called "Violet",
right?
And come to think of it Roses are pink
and sometimes white and yellow
and
peach
and purple!
No!!
I thought Violets are purple!
My mother's maiden name is
Violett
but with two Ts at the end.
I think it's French,
but we're Scottish and Irish and
English
and
German,
and what about the German Violet.
It sometimes blooms white and lavender,
but isn't it better known as the
Persian Violet.
Then there's the African Violet
and the New Guinea Violet,
no
that's an Impatiens,
scratch that last one.
Stop!!
I'm getting a headache.
What
was
this
about
anyway?
Oh,
Roses are red white yellow peach purple,
Violets are blue white lavender and spelled with two Ts
(sometimes)
It doesn't sound quite right anymore.
Oh
well,
you get the idea.
Have a wonderful loving Valenttine's Day!! (with two TTs)
02/14/16
I tiptoed through the tulips
And leapt over the lavender bed
I covered the ground in red rose petals
And laid out a picnic spread
I winked at the Black Eyed Susans
And flirted with the buttercups
I sipped my glass of dandelion wine
As my eyes drank all the beauty up
I patronized the pansies
And was mesmerized by marigolds
I assembled all the azaleas
Into my memory portfolio
I borrowed from the begonia
Her bouquet of wondrous smells
And listened for the tinkling
Of little silverbells
I was dazzled by the daffodils
Enjoying every one of them
And couldn’t take my eyes off
Of the blooming geranium
I snapped pictures of petunias
And was patient with the impatiens
I love the lily of the valley
Not to would be a sin
The garden is my canvas
Springtime her coming out
My favorite time of year
Of that there is no doubt
written and posted on 4/5/2012
“Touch me knots”…
are of the hidden
where no one aught
and some may don’t
even dare to go…
~ for the ride
“Patience”…
a naughty I AM
with impatiens yet
~ for The One
“Growing thought”…
was thinking to see
in a row of shade
it sought to be
hidden…
even to me.
“Buzy bees”….
seeking lines
of a silver cloud
~ touch them not
said a hazy shroud
it was just then
~ a tambos thunder
became a very
out loud…
”….gypsy come run…!”
with bells of the bear
feet doing dance
in the clouds of air
”… be impatient!…”
~ for I am here!….
touchez-moi des sorts!
“Touche me
lots!”…
a Touche of eights
~ in a game of sorts
~ Two fore.play
”…where are you?...”
20 by 20
seats aWay… x
.
she’s a babelfish....
”... noisy
show needed…”
Some would call me homeless. I call myself a traveler. In this city I traverse the wonder of human art and nature's beauty as if the two have melded together as one. The ornate iron railings seem to grow into the sweet smelling vines and flowers that live upon them. Hanging baskets with pink and purple impatiens and verdant ferns chuckle gently in the moist morning breeze as they adorn each balustrade. Hidden gardens beckon me as I walk past their gates painted with worn layers of lover's hands as they steal away behind secluded walls. They say I'm confused, yet I search to understand. Here, the past calls to me and I listen. Walking the streets and alley ways there is a sense of history, of lives that have loved and lost, of souls that linger in the heart of the buildings. Always searching, the walls can not contain their bewildered wandering. Inflicting confusion and sometimes pain on those they touch, they bath in the fountains and babble longing desires into each mind that seeks the peace of their soothing, gently bubbling water.
petals blush gently
the patient garden awaits
sweet stolen kisses
"For Sale," reads the sign on the window of the house before me. Delicate filigree rails frame the porch as I approach the old glass pane and peer through it. Inside I see a small room with peeling paint. Worn wooden floors trace the lives that have lived here. The ghost of Christmases past linger in the broken toys strewn across the floor. Brightly colored beaded memories of ages of Mardi Gras dangle from hooks on the wall. Upon the small corner desk I can see papers written in a fine pen like that of a poet's notes waiting an eternity for the completion of a long forgotten refrain. I feel the joy that once lived here and the pain of loss that remains.
stains of memories
the children's laughter lingers
a tear on my cheek
01/15/16
Growing flowers is a family tradition
Each spring, I set out on a new expedition
Traveling from nursery to nursery to find
Multi-colored impatiens, no two of one kind
Although I become impatient planting in March
By June their blossoms flourish in a rainbow arch
Surrounding oak trees in a fertile, shady place
Impatience arrested, impatiens I embrace
Armed with plant food, I have nourished this vibrant crop
They bear seeds that take root, now their spread I can’t stop
A full spectrum of blooms brings esthetic pleasure
I view from my porch, feel blessed with nature’s treasure
From radiant flowers, I learn to be patient
Knowing rewards take time when growing impatiens
*For Constance's Beautiful Flower contest. To see a display of impatiens, visit
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~All About Flowers~
(A Name acrostic poem)
African Violet
Bamboo Orchid
Cape primrose
Daisies
English Lavander
Forget-me-nots
Garden Mums
Hollyhock
Impatiens
Jewelweed
Kalanchoe
Lenten rose, Hellebore
Mediterranean Pink Heather
Naranjilla
Orchids
Pansies
Roses
Siam tulips
Tulips
Virginia bluebells
White evening primrose
Yellow ironweed, Wingstem
Zinnias
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2012
December.15.2015
deer tracks
leading to chomped impatiens
gunshots in the woods
Every day before the sun would set, my husband and I would have a glass of wine.
We would sit on the front porch admiring nature’s glory before us so fine!
We would enjoy the view of my husband’s hard work in our beautiful yard.
He was an expert country gardener, nothing for him was too hard.
We would take our glass of wine, and take a leisurely walk around the grounds,
Inspecting each flower and the vegetable garden, happy we didn’t live in town.
The roses were looking splendid, the dahlias brilliant, the impatiens had multiplied...
The flowers were at their peak, and it was wonderful to be outside!
In the vegetable garden we would find new squash, tomatoes, and beans,
Then we would pick some swiss chard for supper to have our greens.
We would go across the pond and sit in the gazebo for a different view,
Admiring the fountain, and the endless sky that was so blue.
Finally we would head back to the house to get our dinner started,
And after the flower and vegetable tour, we were recharged and lighthearted.
Looking back, I would not trade anything for those late afternoon strolls.
We were one with nature, appreciating God’s beauty to the depths of our souls.
The huge pot
Filled with summer's impatiens
Adorned by snowny white blossoms
And delicate green leaves
Whipped by fall's hurricane
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Please step into my garden it's very dark I know
the lights through the red roses will soon glow
Come smell the trumpet lilies make your senses twirl
table set with red gingham amongst the roses that swirl
through an archway where a twin seat is placed
Tea lights adorn every spare space
The rice salads look inviting, along with the rest
BBQ chicken almost ready, will taste the best
amongst the beautiful impatiens of every hue
table fountain tinkling simply to relax you
Sit back with a glass of sangria in your hand
Gentle Viennese waltz transports you to another land
The visual impact of my garden is surreal
the white pots of Busy Lizzie do not look real
Lamium spreading in the garden bed to enhance the view
My garden is for pleasure, come your invited too.
Amaryllis is called naked lady
Bloodroots’ leaves bright not shady
Calla Lilly shows face as a bowl
Dog's mercury sounds no howl
Eastern red bud grows in valley
Freesia's known for fragrance rally
Ghost flower belongs to figwort group
Heathers hang on stem bodily makes loop
Impatiens sway with beaming eye
Jasmine's color captivates no one can deny
Kangaroo paw dances with smile
Lily of the Nile poses with style
Marigold is unmarried has no groom
Narcissus has Greek mythology abloom
Orchids' in high Valley charmingly bloom
Protea's cures diarrhea health does resume
Queen of the night vanilla cactus's dander but beauty
Ranunculus's with multi layered petals not fruity
Spiraea meadow sweet's a shrub smells
Tiger Lilly wears nice tiger's dress like bells
Umbrella's top shed has of Cosmos yellow
Viburnums are together clustered fellow
White Rock Rose's soft no rocky sight
Xanthorrhoea is of Australia's bright
Yellow Anemona's beauty butter cup size
Zinnia means offers of goodness prizes
Written on: 20th April 2016
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