Best Jasmine Poems
Night-Blooming Jasmine
expert seducer with soft silky lips, silver blue moon
sweetly kisses a slumbering beauty awakening desire;
greeting her lover, Night-Blooming Jasmine unfolds perfumed petals
11-02-2015
Contest: Any Old Poem #6
Sponsor: SKAT A
Placement: 6th
poet’s jasmine vine
incense of inspiration
spirit in the night
Susan Ashley
November 8, 2020
~ Poem Of The Day ~
November 10, 2020
Every now and then I come to you ...
A climbing jasmine through the window of your heart
a blushful smile beneath your sheets
a fragrant scent in waking thoughts
an empty porch of swinging dreams.
Every now and then I come to you ...
A drop of sunshine on winter lips
a tender touch upon bare shoulders
a yearning moment in an ardent kiss
Every now and then I come to you ...
A hush -hushed whisper on a restless eve
a melting snowfkake upon your lash
a fallen petal tickling your cheek
Every now and then I come to you...
a lingered breath behind your ear
a gentle breeze of visions gone
that once blew softly within your hair
wishful petals bloom
dance upon my memories
soothing scents of you
Her Name Was Jasmine And Her Beauty So Divine
Her name was Jasmine and her beauty so divine
Her voice was a picture of mountain majesty
Soft melody and sweet words kissed ear so fine
Me to stand back, not ask her out, a travesty.
I was on fluffy cloud nine when she said her yes
Did not bother me that it was not a clear match
Jessie said, yep, she felt sorry for you I guess
She gets good look at you, she close door, hit the latch.
I gave flowers and sweetest kisses in the morn
Cook her waffles and my special bacon and eggs
Gave God thanks, asked Gabriel to blow his horn
I was Romeo when to Juliet he begs!
She would call me her darling and her handsome prince.
Never heard such honey-baked words ever since.
Robert J. Lindley, March 7th, 1972
Sonnet
1st note- '""Gabriel""
""A Gabriel's horn (also called Torricelli's trumpet) is a type of geometric figure that has infinite surface area but finite volume. The name refers to the Christian tradition where the archangel Gabriel blows the horn to announce Judgment Day.""
2nd Note:
In youth we face many challenges, love being a very big one..
A female tongue pushes me down from the swing of sleep.
Rain kids rouse the stink of railway track in the dawn.
A long chain of complaints tinkles on her lips.
Worries about her female children at home
rise up like the black smoke from the train.
His liquor reddened half opened eyes gaze
at the life-like-fan – its rotation makes him dizzy.
His sweet brown lady drags him into his duties.
She arranges attractively jasmine garlands
in her basket on the floor of the compartment.
Basket never enjoys the fragrance, but only carries.
First printed in my book, Kanoli Kaleidoscope, by Punkswritepoemspress, US.
Waterfall wishes
Jasmine secrets serenade-
Cockatoo tells all
As time of day draws near
It becomes very clear
That you become your
Loveliest in cool of night.
When twilight disappears
And the silver moon
Begins her stealthy climb
The humid tropic eve coaxes
You to slowly bloom....
Then in that evening air I
Become quite aware of
Your heady sweet perfume.
In the pale moon light I
View skin that's snowy bright
Like the flowers milky white
In the evening as they bloom.
Your beauty radiates in the dark
As you stand there in elegance
And grace, I can see about
Your lovely face, it's time for
You to get some sleep.
You retire in sweet repose
As Jasmine's petit petals close.
When lovers say good-night
And darkness turns to light,
It will be for you, my love, I weep.
6-1-17
A sexy surreal - Poetry Contest
Sponsor Lewis Raynes
Every now and then I come to you
A climbing jasmine through the window of your heart
A blissful smile beneath your sheets
An empty porch of swinging dreams.
Every now and then I come to you
A drop of sunshine on Winter lips
A tender touch upon bare shoulders
A yearning moment in an ardent kiss.
Every now and then I come to you
A hush-hushed whisper on a restless eve
A melting snowflake upon your lash
A falling petal tickling your cheek.
Every now and then I come to you
Sweet lingering breath behind your ear
A gentle breeze of visions gone
that once blew softly within your hair.
Ps-A revised repost.
Beyond imagination,
Jasmine!
A Marilyn Monroe
Among flowers,
Blonde sensual appeal,
Love’s sweet nature
Aroma for life,
Essential oils,
Born to spread fragrance,
Symbol of beauty
Whispering infusions,
A passionate breeze,
Enchanting perfume,
Bringing happiness,
Drifting into the night,
The most seductive scent,
Of her time,
Inspiring the public eye.
Wendy Jae
Acrid smoke in the scientist’s bell jar
Blankets of chenille-covered snow
Crystalline carbon diamond star
Drips forming stalactites grow
Effervescent waterfalls’ dreams
Frothy-topped cappuccinos
Gelid surfaces of lakes and streams
Halos of angels in holy repose
Icebergs splitting from their source
Jasmine-covered pergolas in Spring
Knuckles clenched in fear or remorse
Love’s purest form sobering
Mandala patterns on frosted window
Newly-born flamboyant flamingos
Opalescent lustre of pearls on show
Pineapple-licious snow cones
Quills of the porcupines’ defense
Ringlets of great-grandparents’ hair
Steamy hot springs vapor intense
Trailing wisps of London fog air
Undulating winter foothill maze
Veils of fine tatted lace purity
Wieliczka Salt Mine passageways
Xilinous spider webs artistry
Yahrzeit candle flame in memoriam
Zephyrus ballooning sails on a whim
The landscape of snow
Tiny buds, the winter through
Spring, still far away
Winter Jasmine buds yellow,
bended bows on the branches
The dance that returns
in a scented yellow ring
Spring fairies calling
Beauty will ascend the throne
Carved from a single ice cube
snow-white sepals s w i r l
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"Thanks for watching over me, your scent brings back memories of my childhood." quote by poet
Sweet winsome scent croon through spring
within dense forest nature in a respite rest,
beneath brightening sky; flowers take wing
in brisk surfing dance reviving kiss in a vivid dream.
Enchanting white blooming jasmine vines
waltzing, embroidering through trellis-work.
Its inspiration graceful elegance of beauty
and wafting scent essence of love.
Daydreams of poetry it makes.
1/3/2023
Moonlit Rays Bounce On Jasmine Scented Hair
She first came to me in the setting sun
her long searching soul wondrously agape
that June night dancing having youthful fun
in her arms, I begged for no escape.
Moonlit rays bounce on jasmine scented hair
as earth, time itself stood silently still
none matched or could her bluest eyes compare
for beauty's truth and grace of that night's thrill.
Days glory resplendent, hours were treasure
morns set each soft and deep romantic kiss
her heavenly touch was beyond measure
we sought heart's every moment not to miss.
She coming to me with the setting sun
I would again race to in a mad run.
Robert J. Lindley, Aug 3rd, 1979
edited and presented 6-27-2020
Sonnet, ( Romantic fervor and sensual delights )
( Where In Youth A Great Treasure Was Once Found )
Note:
From a memory thus was born
feast of love and youthful kissing
she from my arms fatefully torn
heart shall forever be missing....