Best Marigold Poems
marigold tongues
water a flowering seed
as downy hands
mend a crushed bruised reed.
a flaxen shaft
lights a smoldering wick
as a ‘lectric beam
starts a heart’s soft tick
spines in strain
raze a barrier wall
marigold tongues
make a blade stand tall
Hush little baby, my little chickadee
Listen you’ll hear the symphony
As I gently rock my baby to sleep
Counting sheep with Little Bopeep
Singing you this lullaby my dear
Whispered softly in your ear
The sun sets with colours of gold
Over swaying fields of marigold
Hush little baby sleep or sing along
With the other angels all night long
Tomorrow the sun will rise with a purr
There will be time for giggles and laughter
But now it’s time for bedtime
So close your little eyes with a rhyme
The sun sets with colours of gold
Over swaying fields of marigold
Let your spirit soar on a breath of love
Dance with the other angels up above
And a one and a two and a three
Let your spirit soar high and free
Rocking gently to and fro
I will see you early tomorrow
Sleep tight my little angel, goodnight
Around on the carousel, goodnight
AP: 2nd place 2020
Submitted on March 7, 2018 for contest LULLABY IN THE SUNSET sponsored by VERMILLION SCYTHE - RANKED 5TH
marigold magic
her dainty crisp scalloped edge
tinged with burgundy
Sunshine tulips lined up in fancy row.
Lilac smiled, expecting a big show.
Orange-tainment provided by marigold.
My colorful garden never gets old.
Dainty lacey dark green carrot tops laughed.
Radishes caught tomorrow’s aftermath.
Purple petunias prance along the side.
Queen Anne ’s lace is renegade, better hide!
Yellow summer squash soon joins pretty fray.
Pumpkins wait for a far off autumn day
Garden magic complete by butterflies
Wasp and bees too most of them not so shy.
Roses are happy with show of the day.
Plethora of colors, lovely sense of play.
Written 4-24-2019
Contest: Urban Sonnet
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
The tulips and the marigolds were in a gun battle today.
Queen of Tulips was mad for her latest slave Charlie had run away.
She started the battle with hatchets, battle axes, and hammers too.
Queen of Marigolds ended it with assault rifles, painted periwinkle blue.
flower, garden, green, growth, nature, rain, word play,
Orange and yellow crowns
A top of long leafy stems
Blight the garden path!
Marigold's bright blooms
Pepper the air with fragrances
Just after rain fall!
Like charcoal stain as thick as soot,
the leaves were crumbling underfoot,
and murkiness was manifold.
I stood, enveloped by a fog,
a lonesome figure in the bog,
and shuddered in the gloaming's cold.
As through the woods I'd had to grope,
I'd had no beam of shining hope.
I'd stopped, for I'd become less bold. . .
And now I had grown feverish
with longing, so I made a wish
for light to touch me hundredfold. . .
I must have fallen to the ground,
for I awoke to sun and sound.
Such beauty I was to behold,
for near my face, in ruddy tint,
like something in an artist’s print
was one amazing, perfect marigold!
For Deb Wilson's Maybe I'm Amazed!Poetry Contest
M arvelous love from our Creator, Most High
A ccentuating its hues of gold glowing days and nights
R adiance of wisdom in its flailing sights
I n your garden of life, joy keeps shining in broad light.
G lorious beauty you are, unparalleled to others
O rnaments on precious moments of all lovers
L ong lasting freshness in seventeen bouquets with letters
D azzle all around with fairy dancers.
A nd now they dance and sing a song
N atures’ accompaniments play along
D own the hills and plains, festivity prolongs.
C horus of gold, white, orange, yellow
O rchestrate their loving wishes for you,
S weet scents of breeze keep releasing their arrows
M orning to dawning is forever God’s Blessings Flow.
O h! Behold these flowers here and there,
S un’s reflections of big smiles, the delights of October!
Sept. 31,2017 (written before my trip)
Note: Marigold and cosmos are the birth flowers of October.
My simple loving gift to our dear poet birthday celebrants of October especially my loving poetic friend, Bff-Sis, PD/Linda whose birthday is October 7, 2017.
Wishing you a Very Happy Birthday and may you have many happy, healthy, blessed and wonderful birthdays to come. God bless!
My greetings poem also to all my fellow birthday celebrants of October! Happy happy Birthday and Best Wishes!
Mary, Mary, Mary, with your golden brown eyes and blood red passionate heart big enough to love a cruel world
A deep encapsulating emotion you give me when I see thee
Every time I see you I leave my heart behind hoping you will pick it up
So we can be together and I can let my red tears of heartache fall into your heavenly hands
To soil the earth and warn everyone that love isn’t easy but it’s more than worth it when its genuine
Mary, Mary, Mary, there was never one more precious, soft, that feels reminiscent of what paradise looks like
Mary, Mary, Mary, each golden rose pedal mixed with just the right amount of red apples sin
To compliment your wild but at the same time sophisticated style
I never tire from the sight of you dreaming so much being next to you doesn’t even seem real
I never exhaust from lying next to you in this wild field of a world under the stars
Your burnt October lips stick to me and leave loves mark
While I pick each pedal apart
Scattering your flowers love pedals with the wind
Mary, Mary, Mary worth more than gold and more beautiful than the flower better yet she is the flower
p.s. but does she love me or love me not…
Marigolds cover,
Vibrant colours.
Spreading her beauty,
Lustrous yellow show,
Bursting into orange hue,
Flowering blooms,
Singing natures tune,
Subliminal messages,
Touching the heart,
Tranquillity for the soul!
Pleasing to the senses,
Happiness and forgiveness,
Passion for love,
Following by example,
Planting seeds,
Satisfying and stimulating,
Celebrating creation,
Life! Beyond Eden,
Healing to the nations
Bringing to the alter,
Your garlands of peace.
Wendy Jae
The December sun fought
to shine through the golden clouds
and reach the frozen trees
under a bright marigold sky;
even the evergreen shrubs
were covered with frost
as on those Autumn mornings.
No ducks were seen
swimming in the murky lake,
it needed them for some harmony;
an occasional gust shook
the firs drooping branches
by letting frost fall off
and it fell like small icicles.
All the boats remained fastened to anchors,
no hurricane or storm could ever make them go astray;
summer's evenings were delightful
seeing them row along the lake's solitary banks...
I recall with melancholy the boater singing
an allegretto song with his baritone voice.
roses and roses around
unveiling scarlet drops
echoing voices where
raindrops fall
a rally of imperfection
painted into ..
tapped touches
sudden whirling whispers
secretively drew blood
prickly feistiness thriving in
haze spun surroundings..
twinkling doves suffocating in
an angelical sisyphus halo
tender moonlight bringing
an eunoia swiftest remnant
nemesis against armies
of withering shadows..
ebullient blooming daises
manipulating fluorescent beauties
with a frantic fabricated aurora
in a frantic peony mixture
luxurious mystery somehow
reminiscing rumbling
engraved doom..
aroused slithering vines
piercing whilst communicating
spitting needles
crystalline skies snickering
above lands full of
pitiful peonies..
but..
sparkling flutter butterflies
once whispered to me
a soft hymn lullaby;
when ethereality our nature
becomes brutal uncomforting rays
whilst enchanting asters
disguise hiding the
unavailing daises ..
stars, dimmed
dwelling in perpetual
solitary cycles shewing
forth agony in pitfalls of clouds..
fragile sagacity dandelions
parched evermore
darkness grasped a bud
n plucked it from weary soils..
shall it come a time
to flee
Tall nettles above man’s head will reach
Tiny lake like stream reflects staring into it visage
Above the lake huge dragonflies dance
The waters of the lake show true reflection of one’s soul
Beyond the nettles Komodo dragon poison spews
One can see abyss in his eyes
On the side of the great oak before the forest
There is a spellbinding marsh
On the marsh there is marigold
It bright yellow petals are like rays of the sun
They grow on marsh but their roots are in my soul
The memories of their divine smell spirit awaken
Marigold reflects beauty of the light
But it can see pain here on earth
On earth they are symbols
Of true clairvoyance and promise of peace
Many intertwining crimson petals
Around a heart of pure gold
Rising all over the deep green grass
Into a bed of red earth they nestle
Gaily swinging honeyed halos
Of these tiny ballerinas in yellow
Looking like golden sun drops
Don’t wish to leave this marigold meadow
The season’s donned bright colors bold
As autumn winds move leaves to tremble
Most stunning burst in all its shades of splendor
November smiles amid vast treasure to behold
Late scented afternoon a gentle breeze cajoled
On its way out the distant sun bids fond farewell
Bestowing in sweet array its blessed rays of hope
Flaunting how nature’s kindness will never be undersold
A final curtain falls when all’s been told
Descends a hush a silence heavy with remorse
A vanished summer that’s been cut short
The golden breeze has suddenly grown cold
When with closed eyes in autumn's eves of gold
A distance grows beneath a setting evening sun
Farewell my love to thee I bid with heart so humble
My impassioned ode to the lovely last surviving marigold
AP: 1st place 2020, 3rd place 2025
Submitted on June 3, 2020 for contest BRIAN'S SELECT 3 sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - RANKED 2ND