Best Irises Poems
an asylum's garden~irises full of life without tragedy
i sip those coffee irises
which beckon my core
sans a resounding wave
or bawdy utterance
the strong, robust urge
a breathless yearning
i stir that drink
with a flirtatious cream
i lean into his cup
the grind of healthy soil
a tasty, deep, romantic bean
those eyes ~ my twinge
a loving cup
pours into every kiss
the slide of lips
the palming caress
oh how those eyes dance
in throes
the thrill that wakes me up
stirs him to sleep
content beneath the sheets
those coffee irises
hidden from my view
i’m totally taken
8/1/2022
Impetuous stems
Reaching out early in a quest for sun
Impatient to reveal their lavender glory
Spring harbingers
Emanate golden mustaches on cheerful faces
Showing a sense of humor
*Entry for Carol's "Flowers of Spring" contest
The irises are so purple bright
glistening and gazing in the night
starry back drop out of sight
Picture perfect as the full moon
past the horizon of gloom and doom
from days that bloom in late June
By Susan Mills
Eyes burn red;
sticky lines streak
down cheeks
flushed pink.
Moisture clings
to wilting lashes,
breaths are
ragged and harsh.
Doubt casts a shadow
over hazel irises,
warping images
projected at them.
Amid the multi-colored tulips complementing my yard, purple irises raise their faces to the glistening rays of sun that filters through the tree boughs.
iris eyes
uplifted with hope
red cardinal
Purple Flowers Poetry Contest
Nayda Ivette Negron Flores
5-30-2022
I am reading your autobiography, the encyclopedia of you
yet I remain a student of your sclera
a pupil of your pupils
a Vincent of your irises
An excerpt from the poem "A Strange Galaxy" submitted to the
Liberum Divisa 8 Poetry Contest
Today's date: 16 Nov 2021
Van Gogh painted irises
That everyone admires.
In gardens, very often,
They’re the flower that inspires.
I, however, am not swayed
By any iris charms.
To me, they look quite evil,
Setting off my brain’s alarms.
Though irises have many fans,
I’m sure I’m not alone,
Which proves that famous saying’s truth –
That is, to each his own.
Garden Fairy Bright and Glary
Garden fairy bright and glary
Your floral displays glow
With velvet irises kisses
Having you stood on tippy-toe
Where glorious irises grow.
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24th May 2023
Mother Goose Grows Up Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Miranda Hawley
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Nursery rhyme chosen to grow up is…
Mary, Mary Quite Contrary
Mary, Mary, quite contrary
How does your garden grow?
With silver bells and cockleshells
And pretty maids all in a row
And pretty maids all in a row.
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surfing irises
shocked with sunburnt spots of red
— xanthous sun’s sore glare
6/4/2018
Waving purple flags
Standing alert at my gate
New day is dawning
To explore the mystery,
Behind veils of irises
Covering sinful beauty;
I am imprisoned, no less
By the pain your look suggests.
6.14.2015
Contest--Through Your Eyes
Leon Datu Visual 3
21 words only
The Irises
Moira arranged
bearded Irises
in the roman vase
and set them
in the living room window.
The forest makes a perfect
backdrop for the huge blooms.
Deep royal purple of ancient wine
crushed in warm summer valleys.
White, sparkling against the
patch work green, of oak and ash,
a sun god’s gift of purest gold.
Strawberries and cream almost
melting on the glass.
Dancing and nodding like
butterflies in the humid air.
It calms, reminds that the smallest
gesture can renew heart. Vincent
would be proud.
You couldn't grow irises out of your heart -
But you could get out rhinestones,
Dazzling like diamonds -
And you bought others this way;
The others who could
Live in the dark and cold,
Painting their rusty hearts in gold -
And everyone seemed satisfied
To be a tiny parasite
In this world.
I'll be here but a day or two
but promise to boldly bloom for you.
Tall and stately I'll hold my ground
yellow, white, purple, blue and subtle shades of brown.
Colors and flowers that barely sway in the wind
with blends of burgundy and peach like non-identical twins.
A clutch of blades and sharp sworded green leaves
flower spikes so gracefully beyond belief.
One foot, two foot, three foot high
blended in along the garden walk by.
Before, behind, around the climbing rose
standing gleaming full and open before I close.
Soft pastels and hues of sunset blush
withering in the calm of twilight dust.
Another bud lay quietly in wait
and though I must go, I hesitate.
A moment more to grasp the sun
finally giving in as nature has won.
Good day, good night, goodbye I'm spent,
this is my task in life and the irises lament.