Best Lushly Poems
How far can you fall and get back up
How high can you jump
And keep your feet in the sand
To touch grace and fall from within
Next to you I was out of my skin
I missed you yesterday and you leave tomorrow
A life spent in the shadows of lushly tint
Smoke your waves
Exhale the freshness of your menthol scent
Home is what you call shelters that need no defense
I’ll send
You’ll say goodbye
I’ll send again
You won’t reply
If love
Is the appreciation of another’s existence
Then goodbye
Is the anticipation of seeing you again
You and I, we’ll cruise the shores
Together we’ll settle with the wind
The joy of a small hut, a lovers den
You’ll send
I’ll wonder why
You’ll send again
I will not reply
"our songs for sale"
One Proud Yellow Dandelion
Lantanas and pears are lushly in bloom,
Baby chartreuse leaves brighten winter’s late gloom
And one proud yellow dandelion.
We wait for the redbuds – where are you?
There are dark spring clouds under the blue,
And one proud yellow dandelion.
Nandina berries like Christmas late,
Spring cold breezes now sealing their fate,
And one proud yellow dandelion.
Courageously the dandelion stiffly stands,
Knowing it will change, blow like sand,
And mother the earth with new children.
To bloom and fly away.
Another Sweetheart’s Day my love
And once again I am alone.
No loving message in the mail
No whispered words by way of phone.
At forty-one, God took you home
You have been gone for fifty years.
The grass grows lushly on your grave.
I place my flowers and shed my tears.
I ask this question every day
And wonder why God planned it so
Why I should live and you should die.
In God’s own time, he’ll let us know.
You said you’d be my love until
My chestnut locks had turned to white.
I hug the promise that you gave.
It keeps me warm the whole cold night.
Woven perfection posh and copious
Threads of illumed infinity converging
Thrumming life in the Almighty breath
Varying designs of diligence and entreaty
Fading to an ominous melancholy gray
Selfish as his struggle becomes greater weight
Becoming vivid hope of unrelenting faith
As our Father returns our focus to the Son
This tapestry weaves the kingdoms protection
To be seen only by abiding faithful
Still it is deaths sword wielding Cherub
For those whom blind their own eyes
Lushly emerald and ambering golds satiate
Feeding the spirit with divine courage
Stand with your Father by honoring the Son
Cherish his gift by holding the truth
The promise is eternity not immortality…
She drizzles on mounds of brick stones
Her tresses pouring like silvery mist
Robed in a veil of pewter and crystals,
Fragrant breath spreading a tune
Across the glossed moorland lushly blazed;
Till she refreshes the prism of grass
Enchanting the eyes from sterling clouds
While barefoot kids fondle her taps.
In October's daze, winds start to prance
As ripened boughs pop confetti of dew...
With her voice waltzing across the sky,
She delivers a lining in float of mist
To gather hues from a wondrous ride
As puddles beneath trickles a glow…
Oh, the youngest daughter of Rain
Coasts on moistened stars; then to fade in grace.
Rain Contest
For Silent One
He plows his harrowed fields—visions grand!
Lushly, planned, large yeilds;
Bugs frantically seeking shields
As farmers plant the hayfields.
Ó November 15, 2011
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
Under divinities shadow,
Rests the tree of life.
With aromatic branches,
Dissected by a pocket knife.
Medicinal veins lushly flow,
Carrying remedial cures.
A verdant daze ensues,
As romantic buds allure.
Poetic smoke…recites,
The stanzas of cannabis trees.
As healthy lungs exclaim,
The power of curative leaves.
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Inspired by a Lucky Lopez!!!
A winter shrouds the spring of ours –
the ruthless snowstorm starts to whirl,
the snowy mantle lies around us
and Boreas will gloss it well.
I wanna warm days – when a brook
in gaiety will join a stream,
when trees under the sunny look
will lushly blossom out in leaf.
Like dripping water falling down
will ever live through drop by drop.
Like birds will land the nearest ground
and turn their eyes in skies to hop.
So I will only long for you,
my destination will come true.
My grass is growing lushly.
I keep it watered and fed.
I'm so proud to pay a man
cash to mow it down.
For Francine's contest "Flowers, Trees, Grass, Bees"Won a 3rd place
lovely lavender
languidly, lavishly, lithe
lushly living large
Written on 2/26/2023
For: Alliterku Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Charles Messina
O June linger on with your youthful charm;
Fireflies and evergreen still gloam to disarm
Woods brimming lushly , perfuming the air…
Let springtime flaunt this elegance so rare!
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Wnen A Fourth Line Helps It To Rhyme
Contest of Silent One 6/9/2018
Where my body may dwindle,
As hunger saddles the atmosphere
But sounds of Joy will always jingle;
As Mama will lushly care
Take me to that place
Where shelter may not shield from cold,
Yet I am cuddled in love untold
Where luxury os but a tale,
But zest never goes stale
Take me to that place
Where I am clothed in nakedness,
But not stripped of my happiness
Entangled by poverty's web,
But free from the wrath of a boss
Take me to that place
Take me home!
As flushed as ripe plums the fuchsia does swell
Weighted with thick sap its cloak lushly blooms
Passion’s flower sweetly grieves sad farewell
As our goodbye speaks like this summer’s plume
Our waltz in the sun like sultry guitars
Fueled fiery flames to warm us through the night
Hearts lay like cinders to mix with the stars
Embers smoldered while it squandered our light
Sweet rain does fall as tears with our parting
Shadowed skies have embraced our love’s blind fate
Lost in the glow of sad secrets guarding
Ill-fated lovers whose dance came too late
I can ere forget the lingering fire
For burning hearts bleed with lonely desire
May 6, 2021
Summer Love Sonnet Poetry Contest
Sponsored by John Hamilton
THE GOLDEN APPLE
J. OLUSESAN ADEBANJO
09 JULY 2016
I WAS BORN, I GREW, I FLOURISHED, I SPROUTED
DESPITE THE DROUGHT, I BECAME STOUT
I BOOMED, I PROSPERED, I THRIVED, I BLOOMED
SATIN STEMMED AND OLIVE CAULINE LEAVES
STRONGER BY THE HOUR, YIELDING OUT FLOWERS
GROWING IN POWER, GROWING INTO A TOWER
I AM THE OLIVE STEMMED APPLE TREE
FROM THE BLUES, CAME THE WILD FIRE CAUSED BY THE NATURE
RAGING AND STORMY, BILLOWING AND FIERCE
EATING ALL IN ITS PATH, GULPING ALL IN ITS WAY
DANCING THROUGH A FRENZY PATTERN
DELIRIUM, DANGEROUSLY AROUND MY SATIN PETALS
FLARING, FLAMING, THINKING TO HAVE DESTROYED ME
NO WATERING, NO FOOD
I AM THE MOLTEN APPLE TREE,
FRESHNESS CAME, VITALITY FOLLOWED
I GREW, I FLOURISHED, I PROSPERED
MORE SOLID EVERY HOUR
GOLDEN STEMMED, BRIGHTLY BEAUTIFUL
FLOWERING EVERY HOUR
THE FIRE HAD ME MORE STUNNING
STRONGER AND BETTER, GOLDEN PETALS
I BLOOMED, I FLOWERED BY THE HOUR
LUSHLY AUREATE, GOLDEN BLOOM
I AM THE GOLDEN APPLE
ADORNMENT AND LOVE FROM THE WINDS
SHELTERS TO THE BIRDS OF THE AIR
ADMIRATION TO THE LADIES OF THE EARTH
LONGING FOR A BRIEF LUST HOPING IT LASTS AS FOREVER
DAMSELS AND CHICKS WANTS A TASTE OF ME
ADMIRERS, LADIES LINING TO SNEAK A FILL OF ME
GOLDEN DELICIOUS AND LUSCIOUSLY TASTEFUL
ALL SAVORING AFTER ME.
GOLDEN AND SEDUCTIVE WITH POWER
MORE STUNNING BY THE HOUR,
I AM THE GOLDEN MAN
Green leaves listless languor lushly suspended
Dew glistening on grassy fields in early morn
Breeze gathering, cumulous clouds upended
Sun's rays burning through atmosphere's haze, reborn
Sweet corn on the cob gracing street vendors' stalls
Ice cream creations on cones piled up so tall
Love's blossoms on flower petal arrangements
Bridal showers, joyous wedding engagements
July 09, 2018