Best Lilacs Poems
Like violets were her eyes when first I spied
the lady with a sweet child’s face who peeked
at me from bushes that she stood beside,
alluring Lilah, beaming, apple-cheeked!
And so it was that more and more I found
myself among the lilacs in that place
where first we’d met, that I might hear the sound
of Lilah’s laugh and glimpse her angel’s face.
On fragrant garden paths we knew the thrill
of blossoming affection. Poetry
was time we spent! But when my love fell ill,
the autumn of our bliss was not to be. . .
I visit Lilah now where she’s at rest
nearby the lilac blooms she liked the best.
Where lilacs bloomed, I spied a brown-haired child.
She, riveted by what was in her book,
did not see me! She wore a wistful look.
I guessed her to be somewhat shy and mild.
The girl at last looked up and showed surprise
to see me standing there to study her.
What happened after that is now a blur,
but I recall she had my same light eyes.
Where lilacs bloomed, I’d sat against that tree
while reading. Was I then inside a dream?
A woman startled me. Why does it seem
the woman who appeared that day was me?
Sept. 15, 2018
for Dear Heart's Enclosed Rhyme - September, 2018 Poetry Contest
May lilacs linger everlastingly
in dreams he dreams of me. Whenever he,
by chance, is in a pitch black room alone,
may he recall the scent of my cologne.
As long as I can write sweet poetry,
may lilacs linger everlastingly.
May he recall our love song slowly playing;
how we danced, pressed together, swaying.
And may he still remember my warm breath
against his cheek. Beyond his very death,
may lilacs linger everlastingly
the same way he stays in my memory.
Oh, may he not forget - when shadows fall -
our kisses in the dark. We had it all!
My darling man, may he remember me.
May lilacs linger everlastingly
written Dec. 31, 2015
Now For the For the Best Love Poem #4 Poetry Contest of PD
There were pink blossoms on the trees
that fateful day. The teasing breeze
whispered of love as their eyes met;
they lingered there till the sun set.
The days went by since that first kiss;
their dancing hearts were wrapped in bliss.
The smell of lilacs filled the air.
They had their dreams and love to share.
But cruel fate took him away,
no mercy shown, tragic the day
when she was left in tears, in pain;
she longed for him, but all in vain.
Her aching heart, a pitch black room
wherein no more do flowers bloom.
She lost the will to bathe in hues,
the songs of life have turned to blues.
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[Smell of lilacs, pitch black room, dancing]
29th December, 2015
Contest: Combination of Three Words
Sponsor: Laura Loo
Placed 2nd
One day soon I will grow old enough
not to remember the date,day, night and season
But , my mind ... My mind would never forget that hazy afternoon
When Spring was over, yet lilacs blossomed with your return.
midst forget-me-nots
deep purple and white passion
plum and bright blue world
lacy like cream clouds
honey sunshine Saturday
fluttery shadows
day follows dream day
for family of flowers
memorable moon
It seems I am too late to know
The lilacs sweet perfume
For like myself
They are past their prime
But wait - there is a cluster yet
And it is fragrant still
Perhaps I too
Can stand outside of time
At winter end
comes the time of lilac
pubescent shoots tipped light green
budding up and down each branch,
young growth stretching, flexing new muscles
ready and anxious to answer the call;
a gentle but large white sun
hangs low in the gray blued sky,
spring comes as it often does
every year around this time
softly waking earth
shaking loose the ice-cold winter drab
until all is new again
reborn to grow and blossom;
only time, weathered and season worn
anguishes to leave some mark;
this aging earth draws from creation itself
imagining its restart from memory
as humanity appears to remain
self-absorbed, hard-hearted and indulgent
until living in oblivion
returns to see taking in the time of lilacs,
natures bounty and beauty recharged.
5/7/2025
Twilight shimmers, in the purple poignancy at the birthing of our auspicious joyful Spring.
Let us love with abandon, dearest one, fragranced by the lilacs’ perfumed sweet timing!
Laughing purple lilacs rain wonders through a thirsty soul – by poet
Lavender lilacs, tranquil and prayerful
Fill up the heart with a sense of compassion
Lightly whispering in the morning breeze
Gentling the eyes with breaths of pure love
Serenity flows warm through the tender petals
Melting away all worry, pain or depression
With holy hints of soft color - happiness sighing
To the heavens where my heart is admiring
Gracious and glorious blossoms of lilacs
Penetrating the soul with heavy boughs
Flowers so cheerful, they bring laughter to the
Silence and contentment to the forlorn
Purple lilacs so alive they dance in the hues
Of a buttery yellow sun who delights in shining
Down through halos that surround everyone
With a glow of purity only found on angel’s arms
As they bless the ground where
Lilacs bloom in the shadows of a dream
So beautiful it sings the sweetest melody
A chorus of hope, faith and love
Sent down on these green leaves
Who murmur of God’s great peace
Given to hearts who listen to the senses
As they reflect on the lilac’s brilliant semblance
Flower or Flowers - Imagism Form - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
March 11, 2021
Lavender
scent drifts in the window
lilacs below
Smell of lilacs
Combination of three words contest:
Smell of lilacs, pitch black room, dancing
Lilac is purple; purple is blue.
The smell is so great, you’ll pursue.
Night after night, in a pitch-black room,
The smell of lilacs makes you renew.
I wake up at night, night after night.
Dancing with my shadow, really tight.
In my home, in my pitch-black room.
The smell of lilac is full of delight.
In my pitch-black room, how can you see?
You need no eyes for you to be.
The smell of lilacs will guide you through.
Come with me, my darling, and dance with me.
I’m in my room, which is pitch black.
Blackish blue, the white I lack.
I love to dance to the sound of rain
The smell of lilacs will let me go back.
12/27/2015
I dance through lilacs
madness of the pitch black room
lunacy leaves me
Mushrooms peak b'neath
the moon, and rabbits charm'd by grass
do swoon. Where tulip's petals once
so strong, unite the fall'n, one
last song. Once again the goslings
wander, stray not
far from
nipping mother.
The winds will
howl in sheets of rain,
grandma snug,
wrapped
in her shawl.
Aside the fire, pen
will bend,
this poem
on birchbark,
...peace
the end.
05/26/13
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Choosing Me
I sing today with a joyful heart,
for the dark-clouds had left from wavering over the top.
I wake in the light of the sun now,
and the birds once again sing with me in a relay.
The flowerings' spread all about in the fields,
with the thickets alongside them in balance.
The scent of the lavender and lilacs; I do thee smell,
brings about the enrichment of what you brought to my life.
The hours of my yesteryears will never fade from you,
for you have not only shown what the meaning of life was,
but the bliss of the purpose is hard to fathom.
Thank you, my love, for choosing me!