Best Nasturtium Poems
Inside twinkling eyes of nights bloom
Garden flowers whisper
Peeking through tree branches, heads nod
Vines twine graceful arbor crown
Rows covered with pretty petals
Faces of sunflowers
Dream of tomorrows honey bee
Sleepy yawns of sweet peas
Early morning darkness shrouds daisy
Happy go lucky petals
Spin cartwheels across the night sky
Honeysuckle smiles grace fence
Veil of mist twirling through hearth
Maiden’s shy smile sleeping
Exuberant gaze waiting brightly
Bluebell colors swirl
Dew drops dripping off Iris tongues
Moon beams warm tulips
Kiss of starlight rejoice each rose
Pepper nasturtium petal
Under Hostas' green leaf shelter
Nestles dainty slippers
Woven of heaven’s sweet scents
Garlands adorn the sky
Pirouette back down to earth
And open the garden gate
Dawn’s an hour’s chime away
In mystical days of June
BRIAN'S CHOICE X,any form,any theme Poetry Contest
2nd Place
written August 23, 2019
A flower beginning with A is easy you see, an Aster I would sow
Bluebells of every colour and size in most gardens grow
Colourful Cornflower and Coneflower fills the scene,
Dianthus and Daisy look bright and so clean.
English lavender whose perfume fills the air,
Foxglove of many hues love to see them there.
Gladioli grow tall, look great cos of their beauty,
Hostas loved by the slugs til pellets do their duty.
Iris, so elegant, in wet areas love to shine,
Jasmine, whose heady perfume is divine.
Kalanchoe is a pretty plant likes to live indoors,
Lilac means Spring is here, buy lilac soap in the store.
Marigolds and Mistflower have their place in most gardens we see,
Nasturtium, a pretty old flower, yet smells like cats wee.
Orchids so majestic shout, look at me, I'm the prettiest of all,
Poppies of all colours, lovely to see them wafting so tall.
Quitensis is a plant that loves dusty conditions,
Roses, love to bloom wherever it's positioned.
Spring-flowers so beautiful heralding winter is over,
Tubs of tulips so elegant amongst the clovers.
Umbrella plant have leaves that look like a brolly,
Violets used to be made into posies and sold on a tray.
Wall flowers look good but the perfume's not the best,
Xeromena is a poor mans lily, to grow it, is a test.
Yarrow you will find in the spring,
Zinnia the last one, hope my list a smile will bring.
Penned. 3 July 2015
Inside my mailbox late last month; nine packs of seeds - a mystery!
I hadn't ordered anything, but curious was I to see
what might become of planting them. So grabbing trowel, hoe, and rake,
I set about to till some soil; a little garden plot to make.
To my delight, the plants grew fast. I'd saved the packs to see each name;
though Latin isn't my first tongue, I'd know each blossom as it came.
Each flower shape was like a quill, which I then took back to my room
and onto paper, words would spill from every seed's enchanted bloom.
The packet labeled "Clio Phlox" was my first taste of mystery:
the quill-shaped flower wrote and wrote a tome of Roman history!
"Euterpe Hyacinth" was next: this writing didn't take as long.
Within ten minutes, written down were lyrics of a lovely song.
Then "Terpsichore Ranunculus" - after it drew a five-line staff,
composed a lively dance tune for the song lyrics - it made me laugh!
Speaking of laughter, my next bloom; the "Thalia Agapanthus" wrote
a stand-up comic's funny script - a joke or two I'd love to quote.
"Melpomene Nasturtium" was the one I needed tissues for:
as tragic words came pouring out, my teardrops splashed upon the floor.
"Urania Hydrangea" wrote sweet poetry of sun and stars,
of comets, and alignment of the moon with Jupiter and Mars.
"Erato Rosa" wrote some rhymes of kisses under stars above,
some ballads of infatuation, some of unrequited love.
"Calliope Plumeria" wrote fast and long: one poem came -
a tragic tale of epic length, it put poor Beowulf to shame!
"Gardenia Polyhymnia" wrote Psalm-like hymns, I said "amen".
My eyes were reverently shut, but when I opened them again -
I realized it was a dream! Nine muses came in flower form.
I woke, and quickly wrote this down (believe me, this is not the norm!)
//Note: The Nine muses of ancient Greece were:
//Clio - History Euterpe - Lyric Poetry Terpsichore - Song/Dance
//Thalia - Comedy Melpomene - Tragedy Urania - Astronomy
//Erato - Love poetry Calliope - Epic poetry Polyhymnia - Sacred Hymns
//... the remaining Latin words are names of some of my favorite flowers
written 12 Aug 2020
mother taught me about gardens ...
all winter she would ponder ... and make plans
selecting flowers by texture and shape
in a tapestry of colors
like bright sun jewels
and on planting "day" I wore an aquamarine sundress ...
~ we needed hardy flowers
for our changeable climate
and mother taught me to use color artfully ~
but no matter what we did ... by mid summer
the garden was a wild mosaic tangle
of tangerine nasturtium and lemon marigold
along with lilac forget-me-nots
and a mix of lavender and crimson snapdragons
we had lost all control ...
~ oh, we had painted daisies in saffron
and watermelon pink
and trusting coneflowers in all hues ~
now, my garden is much smaller
yet I still have a vibrant array of flowers
a display of changing colors all summer long
thrusting, cascading, and tumbling
I have climbing wallflowers in chartreuse
every view is painted ... in hues
like watercolors saturated with sun
oh, I love the coral bells ... cascading from baskets
~ let there be color and there is ... like magic
... colorful flowers dance in the breeze
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April 5, 2021
Poetry/Free Verse/let there be color
Copyright Protected, ID 04-1344-147-05
All rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Premier contest Changing Colors
sponsor, Emile Pinet, Judged 04/19/2021
First Place
Asking neither names, nor historical periods, Clio draws wide circles of popular masses around square lonelinesses. What's all this noise about? A rich man’s circumference is longer than a pauper’s one! Down with circumference! Fortunately, the nasturtium-clad fence is high enough. The noise is getting louder. Is it just me, or do they want again to take away and to split everything they have already taken and split once? Hydrocarbons, how sweet the smell! Oh, heavenly music of coins clinking! Perhaps, but I’ve chosen the planets motion instead of the people's movement. Violent Paris isn’t worth a mass: having fenced my paradise garden, I admire the swarthiness of girl’s skin and the whiteness of English play. Neither the close lightnings of revolution, nor the accusative case of proclamations, nor uprising, nor mutiny
nor bloody revolt
shall disturb your honey sleep
my dear nasturtiums
Zinnia Grandiflora a golden beauty
Yellow Prairie Coneflower conical cutie
Xerophilous plants designed to survive
Waterlily attached to bottom soil to stay alive
Venus Fly Trap grows wild in marshes
Ulmus grows wild along with birches
Texas Bluebonnet cover fields with hyacinth like joy
Shasta Daisy white and yellow who could ask for more
Rocket Larkspur projecting a backwards spur
Queen Anne's Lace root add to pot and stir
Purple Coneflower helps strengthen the immune system
Oriental Poppies held captive by morn's dew glisten
Nasturtium are symbols of conquest or of charity
Maximilian"s Sunflower withstands weather's serverity
Lemon Balm Mint lovely the citrus scent
Kalmia Carolina reaches to mountain ascent
Johnny Jump-Up a delightful surprise
Indian Blanket Flower a short lived prize
Hollyhock short-lived six to eight foot beauties
Globe Gilia blue clover-like cuties
Foxglove's foxy tubular but poisonous flowers
Evening Primrose has been used for food and medicinal powers
Desert-Marigold a blessing and curse
Chocolate Cosmos fills the air wth scents to nurse
Black-Eyed Susan Rudbeckia a delightful fall addition
Annual Baby's Breath to end a southern garden tradition
Inspired by John Lawless' contest First Ever ZYX Contest
Written: October 10, 2015
A mixture of wildflowers and other flowers and ideas..
Almost always, as additional allurements arrive, ask as a Being...
By better borne behests become best Causes ?
Can causes create concise concepts Diligently ?
Do doers do decidedly dumb doldrums Ever ?
Each eek echoes egotistical efforts enduring Familiarity...
Faith fathers forgiveness for flaunting fabled Gifts.
Gasps give great grief, growing gruesome Hatreds...
Hasn't humanity had hurt hearts hung Innocently ?
Is insistence in increasing irritation inevitably incongruous Justice ?
Jimson jars...jitters...joggles...jolts...just jocose jurisprudence' Knell.
Kerfuffle kin, kickshaw kept ken, kindly knaves kneading Lamentations...
Leaving love's loaves, lordly lotharios, looking like lowlifes Made.
Marking more madmen mere moronic monsters meting mayhem Nearby.
Now, not never, nab needed nerves, nurture nasturtium near Openness !
Once only one, ordained our ostracism, outrage outdone on overwrought Plight.
Perhaps pride precludes passable patience, posing portentous prolapse Quickly !
Quiet quandaries, quarrelsome qualms, quivering quixotic quirks Resplendent...
Reaching relapse, revolving recidivism, reconstructed reflective reform Seen !
Searching secretive states, seemingly simple, sincere serenity sought Through...
Tender tears, touching together to total tympanic transformation Unjust.
Unique union...unimportant, unbending, unpopular, unless universal Veracity !
Verbose verbalism, vertical vignettes verify vital victory Won.
When written with wit...watershed words work wonderful Xerography !
Xyloid xylography, xeroxed xeno X, Yet...
Yesterday's youth, yowled yummy young yips Zanily !
Zeitgeist, zombie zealots zapping zonked zingers...Away !!
Oh, my garden! Pretty growing,
the sweet purple pansies tumbling;
painted petals just so lovely.
All my flowers like it sunny,
and green nasturtium are creeping.
White winged sweet pea tendrils twisting,
orange butterfly weed sprawling;
golden bees drift- yellow fuzzy.
Oh, my garden!
Charming lady's mantle swaying,
sage, oregano, thyme falling;
thistle all blue and powdery,
yarrow- a delicate beauty.
I love all my flowers thriving.
Oh, my garden!
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October 16, 2017
Poetry/Rondeau/Oh, My Garden
Copyright Protected, ID 17-9501-75-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Submitted to the contest, Best Rondeau Poem
sponsor, Laura Loo
First Place
"She turned to the sunlight and shook her yellow
head, and whispered to her neighbor, Winter is dead. "
Quote _A.A. Milne
Waiting for the Aspens to put on their emerald gowns,
oh, I have been busy preparing my garden space;
so ready to say farewell to all the faded browns,
ready to plant seeds and to Spring totally embrace !
My sweet window boxes are full of earth just waiting,
hanging baskets are dangling in anticipation;
waiting to create my Spring garden is frustrating,
but, soon I will be the envy- for with my creation !
I will have herbs and Sunflowers and Nasturtium in one box,
and boxes with nectar wildflowers for butters' and bees;
I will have purple, yellow and pink blooms and Phlox
and baskets will be cascading jewels in the breeze !
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April 26, 2022
Poetry/Rhyme/Getting Ready For Spring
Copyright Protected, ID 04-1451-105-26
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Spring Rhyme 8-12 Lines
sponsor, Tania Kitchin, Judged 05/14/2022
First Place
Spring is coming soon - and thank the Lord!
Resplendent blossoms renovate each tree.
It cannot get here quick enough for me,
Nor does it linger long. The shining sward
Gleams, garlanded with daisies. Every pond
Is laced with life! I love to see the spawn,
Surmising that the lambs, so lately born,
Can frolic in the fleeces they have donned,
Occasioning the watchfulness of ewes.
March hares are up on haunches, sparring hard,
Ignoring me with haughty disregard,
Neglecting normal safety norms. For shoes,
Gigantic oaks wear boots of bluebell blooms,
Surprising us with old-and-gnarled-and-new!
Obliging insects fertilize the plumes
Of furled-out flowers, iridescent blue,
Narcissus and nasturtium, breaking through!
Sunday 26 March, 2017
In her garden, with the humid scent of every rose
looking over amusement's risk and welcoming desire
I wish to find myself with you.
Singing shoulders, with your hand upon me in the sun
breaking peace like bread at lunch with butterflies
and water sprays springing up in smiles.
Cat tails blowing, laying down to kiss the ground
with sweet nasturtium on their lips in red and coral yellow
while we open our eyes wider.
In her garden, with the herbs she seldom trampled
sneaking shade amongst the trees while rabbit eyes alert
the world to paradise discovered.
In her garden.
mother taught me about gardens ...
all winter she would ponder ... and make plans
selecting flowers by texture and shape
in a tapestry of colors
like bright sun jewels
and on planting "day" I wore an aquamarine sundress ...
~ we needed hardy flowers
for our changeable climate
and mother taught me to use color artfully ~
but no matter what we did ... by mid summer
the garden was a wild mosaic tangle
of tangerine nasturtium and lemon marigold
along with lilac forget-me-nots
and a mix of lavender and crimson snapdragons
oh, we had lost all control ...
~ we had painted daisies in saffron
and watermelon pink
and thrusting coneflowers in all hues ~
now, my garden is much smaller
yet I still have a vibrant array of flowers
a display of changing colors all summer long
that grow high, cascade, and tumble
I have climbing wallflowers in chartreuse
and every view is painted ... in hues
like watercolors saturated with sun
oh, I love the coral bells ... falling from baskets
~ let there be color and there is ... like magic
... colorful flowers dancing in the breeze
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April 5, 2021 - Repost
Poetry/Free Verse/like watercolors
Copyright Protected, ID 04-1368-232-05
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Submitted to the Standard contest, A Brian Strand July 2 Contest
sponsor, Brian Strand, Judged 07/02/2021
First Place
despite my feelings, i see the ceiling
crystal clear, between my dealings
then there is grounding, as im swimming
kept my chin up, no time for drowning
seeking a winning, hoping its double
not looking for trouble, but i get it poppin
if your in my bubble, stay classy and subtle
haters will need the hubble, i avoid the huddle
deep space, no one on the shuttle
we have lift off, yes im lifted, its quite tangible
how these times have shifted
gifted given to those willing to risk it
attain the uncertain like a prize behind a curtain
mas inertia, eating nasturtium,
till im exhausted, exertion of expression
my impression indented, in part a legend
as an unanswered question i will keep spreading
im still international tho i dont weigh in kilos
fat boy knows, 18 years old, navigating heathrow
the words go with me, held captive with no reason
once released, these beasts can alter the very seasons
jump seats these feats dont come without grievance
mean streets turn peeps from sheep to heathens
(Poet’s Note : This poem is the first of two poems on The Nature of Truth)
Truth came from the purest of pure
smell of pine between toes endure
from crystal streams where trout shimmer
like rainbow dreams
from seagulls on wing, willow whisper then sing
deep down Poseidon takes his blue cue anew
She came from violet centres
floating in a bowl she enters
new-borns suck her milk rippling
down sunburnt throats
never forlorn, sailing a boat
Truth swoops her eagles over the Globe
travelling cyberways to hold her laughter
floating from Galactic Sun
Radiant across every gradient smiling
warmest sweet, tiny perfect teeth
gleaming in a tweet !
She came to stroke, sprinkle justice with
joy, transform lies with tears, lifting hearts from holes with bells on her toes
out of dirt, up the stairs eating mushrooms
with dare
breathe in human hair, listening to rolling
drums with care, sucking sweet nectar
She senses through many lenses
Truth comes to give Grace, sweetbreads
shout-outs, petals, stardust, eggs
across ages and aeons from Mercury
Venus and Mars to give answers in
glasses between shells from lagoons
Her breath smells of grass newly cut
exuberant nasturtium and lily in hug
conflicts melt away
Truth in a barn where couples lie
butternut soup on a winter’s table
where fathers laugh with a terrier
in good health, Siamese
purring on a persian rug
Truth completes a circle, opens up
channels joyously
¥
Inside twinkling eyes of nights bloom
Garden flowers whisper
Peeking through tree branches, heads nod
Vines twine graceful arbor crown
Rows covered with pretty petals
Faces of sunflowers
Dream of tomorrows honey bee
Sleepy yawns of sweet peas
Early morning darkness shrouds daisy
Happy go lucky petals
Spin cartwheels across the night sky
Honeysuckle smiles grace fence
Veil of mist twirling through hearth
Maiden’s shy smile sleeping
Exuberant gaze waiting brightly
Bluebell colors swirl
Dew drops dripping off Iris tongues
Moon beams warm tulips
Kiss of starlight rejoice each rose
Pepper nasturtium petal
Under Hostas' leaf green shelter
Nestles dainty slippers
Woven of heaven’s sweet scents
Garlands adorn the sky
Pirouette back down to earth
And open the garden gate
Dawn’s an hour’s chime away
In mystical days of June
N-A rerun 3 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: John Hamilton
One Hundred Thirty-six Pretty Petals written 8-23-2019
copyright protected
from: One Hundred and Thirty Six Words Poetry Contest Poetry Contest - N/A