Best Mimosa Poems
Blush
fair skies
mist Sol-kissed
citrine seduced
mimosa clouds bask
dreamy in champagne light
golden-god’s sparkle fills
chalices roused and
rouged as poppies
hail dawn with
unfurled
whorls
Susan Ashley
August 16, 2021
~ First Place ~
Premiere Contest: Merse
Sponsor: Malabika Ray Choudhury
*rouged: verb; French; colored red*
*image: Nature Wallpapers > Fields > Poppy field at sunrise*
~To hold as 't were, the mirror up to nature…
How sweet the Mimosa’s aromatic lure
with lumbering roots stretching and digging deep.
Leaning this way, that way as bodies mature
soaking up the rain, letting pure elements seep.
Spindly extensions that extrude really wide
draping rich earth bed where fallen blossoms dried.
Mimosa’s budding flower a sweet perfume
captivates senses with each coral red bloom.
Copyright © 2011 By Caryl S. Muzzey
Seventh Place Winner ~ "The Tree” Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
May 19, 2011
the fragrance
of mimosa fills the air --
hummingbirds feast
Entered in Francine Robert's
"Old or New Five Lines or Less" contest
Category: Nature
Exotic beauty enthralls
Smooth grey bark on slender trunk
Crowned by a lush canopy
Verdant fern-like leaves
Adorned by pink puffs of fluff
Their fragrance lures butterflies
Bees and hummingbirds hover
Truly delightful
2/12/12 Kim Merryman
For Russell Sivey's Trees Everywhere contest
Mimosa shut leaves
speedy air touches it
many times a day
Grieve, mimosa tree
Silky pink petals, a wreath
Create canopy
Guard love one, at peace, beneath
Your presence shall ever haunt
Here I am
Your mimosa pubica
When your footsteps were far away
I lifted my head
Opened my heart again
And in cognito among the grass
Rise from under the oppression of your shoe
My weapons are peace
My leaves unfold their embrace of your cruelty
And opened me like a heart to love more deeply
From where I am
Mimosa trees in bloom,
Scent the air with sweet perfume,
I breathe it in.
On this sunny day in May,
Troubles seem so far away;
I pick up my pen.
5/16/2021
For Line Gauthier's Surprise Me contest
A chilled but passionate solution
Bubbly mix with bracing sensation
Dashes of bittersweet fruit in flute
Sends forth your day in joyous pursuit
An inward touch of coy affection
Close to perfect prime of your generation
Afar I lay on your sinuous path
As frivolous lace of vast green swath
Come's, our two thousand and ninety-fourth year;
the earth is green, and the atmosphere clear.
The mimosa and kudzu continue to grow,
and which shall prevail – does anyone know?
The kudzu is stronger and more eager to win,
but the winter remains mimosa’s old friend.
Humans? They’ve become an insignificant bunch;
living under mimosa, having kudzu for lunch.
“Self loathing” bade them quit the great chase,
now they have become the ridiculed race.
None knows for sure who shall finally rule,
but betting on man would be that of a fool.
Kudzu creeps strongly and relentlessly on,
and mimosa’s seed is everywhere blown.
They’ve crowded away every other kind,
leaving only vine and fern leaf behind.
By kudzu, in summer, mimosa is bent.
In winter, ol’ kudzu’s energy is spent.
Then, seed of mimosa filters on through;
bringing revival of the fern leaf anew.
Humans, as animals, scurry around,
and dwindle in number as the fauna abound.
It would have been different; this comical end,
if they had “subdued”, as told by a Friend.
Gen. 1:28 “Be fruitful and multiply, replenish
the earth and subdue it”
Lionel
The magic of mimosa meandered,
In her mystical mind and on the mirror.
Mesmerizing moments of men!
With mannish kindness they kissed her hands
and dainty, debutante fingers
Masculine too, having merciful manners
Musicality and poetry, a mighty mix.
The moon shed musical tunes midst the mimosa.
Moving down sweet memoir’s corridors.
To waltz, in mighty halls, with golden etched walls.
12/4/2022
Under the mimosa tree
My poet’s heart alights,
Dapples verse
In fragrant phrase
And blooms
In pink delight.
Watching
People speaking to each other
So effortlessly confident
Words flow
At their first meet
Curling my knuckles
Under my face
Feeling with envy
Sometimes with anger
Secretly hating
Not them
The people from my past
Who made my heart and mind
This way
Just not enough
For myself to move on
How far I go
Pulling me back to zero
Building up
And destroying at the same time
From the triggers and experience
That embedded in me
Hiding back to my inner shell
Everytime my heart hits hard
Regardless the intention
Afraid to be broken
Leaving me no hope
To rebuild myself again
Still making myself think
Back in my mind
It is over
The things I used to see
All gone and no longer there
At least
The humble truth
Close to my soul
Able to step one forward
Own time and space
The past is behind me
Where I do not face it anymore
Now I see
Same but different
Little but better
With that
Regaining myself
Once again
The best
© Sue Sanzz 2020
How its divine fragrance lifts my soul.
Soft mimosa, blooming, next to my deck.
Announcing, Lady Spring has come.
My thoughts.......only of beauty.
And all the blessings God has given me.
The most real trophy in my life,
God gave me was my soul.
That dances above fear and strife!
Would it not be just too divine?
To coast softly in a mimosa love boat,
For the rest of this Springtime?
4-6-2022
(In language of flowers, mimosa is conjuration of secret love: no one knows that I love you)
A doe-eyed blue gaze, twirl of curly tress
feisty air froth , fizz of golden champagne
crystal glasses clink, her daisy print dress
shimmering silver, all scrambled in brain.
Cold ice melted, and love warmed up again.
Mimosa kindled in yellow sweet scent
memories cloud, ... ignorant , innocent.
an empty ring finger, submersed in wine
a secret love, never said what it meant
till dusk I linger...she'll never be mine.
2nd Apri 2020
Sponsor Beth Evans
Contest Name Delightful Dizains