Best Lily Poems
Lily of the Nile
O Lily of the Nile, your enchanting
purple starburst blooms
rise on naked stalks to greet
lovers on their river stroll as
nature lifts their spirits high where
setting sun and twilight meet.
Known from ancient ardent times
as lover's finest floral gifts...
alluring in shadowed silhouette,
as blooms unfurl to a new day
as lovely as the day before,
in stunning shades of violet.
In regal stature, tall and fragrant,
with beauty and rectitude you share
divine essence when you flower
in tenured longing you so desire.
Alas, you fade at summer's end
and reluctantly release your power.
6-30-19
Tri-Con Poetry Contest ~First Place~
Sponsor Emile Pinet
~Poem of the Week July 7-13 2019~
Thank you very much Poetry Soup Team
and Poetry Soup Members for the honor!
Piano music plays.
Soft notes emote mid air,
like tear-stung doves they fly
in atmosphere of fog.
The clouds, they shroud the sky.
Piano music plays,
the keys, they seize my blues—
the depth of blue, so vast.
Poetic ivories
caressed, recite the past.
Piano music plays.
Dull echoes haunt the halls,
sonatas without soul.
Since wick and flame lost light
my world as dark as coal.
Piano music plays,
the white noise like a ghost.
My fluid fingers mourn
these melodies of you—
black thorns on rose reborn.
My mind drifts back
To red times we've had
Healing happy lime laughs
Revealing shining over anything sad
Magical how one word from you
Colors me whatever you choose
From lamenting lemon to maroon
All based on love so true
You are my favorite song
I sing you all day night long
U write me pink passionate poems
Invite me to dream along
We don't have much in hand
But rich in heart with romance
By time design holding hand
Spirit so cheery we freelance
No bars no cars only white stars
Can showcase our love bizarre
We cruise like cotton clouds so vast
Upon our lovely lime lily pad
Hurry, hurry we are burning daylight,
The flowers are wilting;
Mother was planting a cottage garden,
And we needed the right perennials;
Flowers durable, enduring, perpetual,
Oh sweet dreams of flowers;
This was a journey I shared with mother,
Daylight pours into this memory;
That I recall vividly.
Fragrant burning daylight day lilies,
Flowing emerald leaves;
Intense beautiful orange-yellow colors,
Trumpet shaped delicate soft blooms;
We set them in a sheltered location,
So attractive in the shade;
They also thrive in fields growing wild,
After mother died I took some;
Placing them at her tomb.
Darkness turns to daylight as I recall,
Mother's cottage garden;
Some tell me that I must let it go,
That all the time I spend grieving;
The less time I spend living my life,
But how dear to me the memory;
Of me and mother in her garden,
Planting burning daylight day lilies;
With petals that sleep.
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April 14, 2015
Poetry/Verse/Burning Daylight Day Lily
Copyright Protected, ID 04-666-612-14
All Rights Reserved, 2015, Constance La France
For the contest, Burning Daylight,
sponsor, John Lawless, Judged 2015
Second Place
A lily blooms in Floral May,
Its petals basking in the sun’
I'm in trance of its softened sway,
A lily blooms! In Floral May
Eyes adorn the blushing bouquet,
Festive flowers have just begun’
A lily blooms- in Floral May
Its petals basking in the sun!
8x8
May.03.2019
Celebrate May with a Triolet
Sponsored by: Andrea Dietrich
Placed 2'nd...Thank You
I planted a lily
A long time ago,
And was given the chance
To watch the plant grow.
I'm sorry to say,
That chance I refused.
A delicate flower
Should not be abused.
It needs to be nurtured
With plenty of sun.
Not shoved in the darkness
Where damage is done.
I planted a lily.
I hope you can see.
That without my presence
A flower's set free.
when skies bleed
your sonnets~
every drop of
garnet rain
rhymes
with ethereal initials
of your s u n f l o w e r
sonatas
I remember when
our eyes reflected
like celestial f i r e f l i e s
watching beach
bonfires
kiss
the rouge
sherbet clouds
drifting through hues of
lavender linings
knitting a tapestry of
tinker bell dreams
I long to return
and turn back t i m e
to marigold monsoons
painting
horizons
with
star-kissed
s u n s e t s
in scarlet sage feathers
whilst pixie-fairies
swirl with us
singing amidst
childhood fears
braving through
weeping
waves of w o e s
crashing upon
hidden traces
in hourglass p e a r l s
of fleeting
t i m e
soaked in seas
of sizzling s t a r s
as our tiny fingers
craft crystalline castles
with regal conch shells
found along
moon lily s h o r e l i n e s
where tansy vines twinkle
like twilight tears
reflecting runes of
rosemary ribbons
scattered across
raisin black spheres
I wonder now
do rivers in heaven
flow with
aurora calligraphies
carrying your
lyrical l a u g h t e r
For I can feel your
poetic glitter on my
toffee-hued skin
as I scribble our
secrets in rose gold i n k
with red diamond l e t t e r s
on slipping pages
of perfumed life
Maybe I should
r e s t my quill
let thoughts
walk through
holographic hallways
of yesterdays
within my
nocturnal mind
allow nature to guide me
back to the turquoise
arms of tranquility
t i m e can heal
mourning hearts
connected through
mellifluous m e m o r i e s
when storms slow dance
to the
symphony of g r i e f
let wind take away
p a i n
and illuminate wilted flowers
to thrive as souvenirs
amidst
the forest of n o s t a l g i a
How rainbows covet lily bells
that chime the dulcet birth of May
with murmured notes in fay pastels.
How rainbows covet lily bells,
mellifluous in shaded dells,
to mime in tranquil bloom manque.
How rainbows covet lily bells
that chime the dulcet birth of May.
5/3/18
Celebrate May with a Triolet
Andrea Dietrich
Put on his red bathers you're joking
Too tight something out front it was poking
found another old pair
to cover up pubic hair
He's now off to the ocean for soaking
Now he's looking quite bronze and quite fancy
Ready to meet his girlfriend who's called Nancy
on the sand they will walk
hold hands while they talk
One day she might be his fiancee
Find a spot that's private and shady
to skinny dip with his beautiful lady
several others have come
they see his lily white bum
His girl's given surname it's O'grady
From ocean water body's cool, appetisingly salty
Sun burnt skin's feeling sore and quite faulty
He wants to bonk on the shore
She says no that's for sure
He says your excuse is unloving and paltry
His ex girlfriends name was Cecelia
Too often he wanted to feel her
with legs very bandy
he was often so randy
In the sun in in the hay made love to this sheila
Now this oversexed man so begotten
So naughty they smacked his big bottom
but he wasn't deterred
still did what he preferred
Loved underwear made out of soft cotton
Now it's summer he's feeling quite warm
Many old tricks he does often perform
out in his work shed
there's a double sized bed
Where they shed all the clothes that are worn
It's now time for a warm summer party
Can attend it's casual not arty farty
still daylight at nine
have a whopping good time
Good conversation and laughter that's hearty
I AM A WATER LILY
When blue skies kiss whisper and ***** ripples quiver...
I drink on sun rays and bathe from falling rain,
I stand there afloat: graceful and reserve.
From pink petals shimmer, I flush also a moonlit snow,
honeyed aroma I puff and puff chasing wind curves
thrilling some senses, awakening some nerves!
Upon gush and waves of bursting rainbow colors,
I lay atop, my rhizomes rise, they waft....
Around my roots are croaking frogs and slimy eels,
they thrive for I supply their daily meals.
Day by day in my life, I live to be pure,
my heart beckons heaven yet my roots down here...
Even if currents trample me and storms blow me,
upon seas and oceans, I trip like a sailing ship
but upon force, upon wonders I shall abide
giving my everything-- my best white shots!
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Note: Rhizomes - a horizontal plant stem with shoots above and roots below
serving as a reproductive structure
~~WATER LILY ---purity of heart ~~
Sponsor Andrea Dietrich
Contest Name Picture Yourself as a Flower!
Placed 5th...
O.E. GUILLERMO
10:29 am, May 05, 2015
In a world once devoid of all color.
Near the end of it's mythical age.
Was bestowed a final magical gift
Before time could turn the page
Lily was born to Avalon
And raised in Lyonesse
She spoke in soft melodic tones
and moved with angelic finesse
Her skin was the shade of the harvest moon
Her heart of the sun's warm caress
Her eyes were forged of emerald mist
and her hair was a windswept mess
Sweet Lily knelt at rivers edge
To splash her upon her face
The waters of the sacred flow
Which carried nature's grace
When she raised her head she felt renewed
and she wiped the wash from her eyes
To see reflected, a strange new world
An awe inspiring surprise
A world of color newly formed
by this girl and her new found powers
Beauty swept throughout the realm
Of Sweet Lily the queen of the flowers
Radiance followed where ever she walked
Her path was not hard to detect
Fragrance of lilac filled the air
While tulips all bowed with respect
She wandered forth, the wind her guide
To share her precious gift
Rainbows free to arc the sky
and infinite bubbles adrift
It's said she wanders still, this place
A world of her minds creation
All beauty it seems is a product of
Sweet Lily's imagination
Lovely lily, you take my breath away
I just have to tell you how much I adore you.
The moment we met I could smell your sweet scent so fragrant and alluring.
I looked longingly at your svelte body, so tall and elegant
with long arms outstretched holding such beautiful blooms.
Standing in the daylight I saw the sun shining on your beautiful face;
you turned to bask in its rays and cute freckles appeared on your skin.
I watched you flirting with nature and you blushed bright pink as you
swirled your pretty party dress and danced on the summer breeze.
09~01~16
And in words she blooms Contest Sponsored by Casarah Nance
Stargazer lilies are one of my favourite flowers and grow in pots in my front garden – sadly with the high winds we have experienced recently all the petals dropped in 4 days.
Liv`s lilies
bending toward the sun
throws colors all over the garden
Not a cloud obscured the sky ...
A simple touch
Upright in honor
I could hear them sigh
If gorgeous colors are going astray
... you can find them here
along the road with roads
18/07/2021
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
(Liv - a Norwegian woman's name)
My Lily Cat
I miss my dear loving kitty,
You died so young, what a pitty!
I loved to stroke your softest fur,
To watch you play and hear you purr.
You gave such joy, though unaware
How your sweet spirit helped me bear
The many burdens on my mind,
You shared your loyal love so kind.
Your picture sits upon my shelf
Behind the glass, sunning yourself.
I cried for two months when you left,
Inconsolable and bereft.
My feline friend where are you now?
I pray you'll be reborn somehow.
8-7-18
Cat Poems Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin
Trumpeting sounds of elephants
Pleasant rides, tricks, and children’s chants
In a place called Thailandia
The tourists come from Sandia
They visit their uncles and aunts
Ride the bulls, play, touch, watch them paint
Unaware of treatment, restraint
A few people saw the dark side
The brutal industry must hide
You are led into tours quite quaint
Taken away from her mother,
Trained to toil for another
Enslaved as a beast of burden
Sweet baby calf called Lily Len
White as milk, she’s like no other
Len’s father a combat hero
And although she would never know
He, equipped with iron armor
Knee pads, and sounds of drums of war
Strongest was he, true warrior
In colorful costume adorned
For royals to ride she was born
Her spine aches, he is too much weight
Len resigned to this awful fate
Between two worlds she is now torn
Crying for a hopeful sign
Recalls Airvata the divine
He, the legend water child
Len prays to him so beguiled
And in her sleep their souls align
Airvata reaches down with his trunk
To the underworld she’d been sunk
Sucked up and sprays her in a cloud
Awakened she feels safe and proud
Happily sprayed with muddy gunk
Separated at birth, now three
Len is saved, taken to Nuwee
A lovely rainforest in Lanark
Near a river, Phant’s Nature Park
Where she washes, where she roams free