Best Natureflower Poems
She bent softly over the smooth water
Her fingers gently caressing the blue
A peony clasped to her bosom
Its petals soft and pink and true...
The artist captured this brief moment
Brush strokes telling us their story
The maiden ripe for the time of love
The peony clothed in peaceful glory...
Ancient blossom so full bodied
Yet delicate in scent and grace
A flower captured in Asian legends
With bowing head and subtle face.
For the flower contest..
I have found it at last
Flower told in legends past
Its color vibrant as gold
My furry body it will hold
I have had no color since my birth
This is the only color left on Earth
Its yellow beauty is so bright
Brighter than the noon sun’s light
Now on my flower I must feed
The flavor-filled pollen it will bleed
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This is for a picture Abe Lopez asked me to write a poem on from Raul Moreno's pictures
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~HAIKU RESERVATION~
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___hello kitty___
pretty and stylish
clean sassy paw print shower
purr-fect flower smell
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__sea of stupidity___
life without reason
beauty vanished common sense
follow the leader
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___city dreams___
low rise grey sunrise
dusty wind music terror
crystal clear sunset.
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___brain storming___
business in the sky
thirst engraved in my sand wall
wishing well compel
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___live bait___
catch me if you can
deep under salty water
aquatic spew smell
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___turtle wax___
twisted fresh smell
beautiful shine in the sun
clear crystal rain X
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___lonely and apart___
an empty kettle
fall like a flower petal
wet window ledge
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___ Margarita Time__
stainless creation
blizzard form from tornado
cold temptations
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___ withdrawals ___
clouds hide down below
my heart, my body, my soul
a certain form lost
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by;p.d.
High in the alpine meadow
as flat on my back I lie,
my privacy is absolute
surrounded by the sky.
The blue lupines around me
in wild abandon grow.
Loveliness so unearthly
must be Heaven's over flow.
Sole food for the blue butterfly,
lupines survive the winds
and snows of mountain meadows,
until the winter ends.
God gives then everything they need
to live a short life span,
the lovely flower and the butterfly
far from the eyes of man.
Joyce Johnson
for Constance's wild flower contest. Won 3rd place
I see the flower blooming
As the sun shines bright
It opens very slowly
and lets in the light
The beauty is incredible
Like nothing seen before
The milky shiny colour
No one could ignore
But now the sky is cloudy
The sun is almost gone
The flower closes quickly
Hopefully to open in
the new dawn
It's a silent, sunny day
A yellow flower hosts a butterfly
It feels very happy
Since an insect touches its petals kindly
What a beautiful place for a butterfly
Soft and easy to reach
Safe enough to stay awhile
They have a wonderful sharing together
The butterfly flies away
Leaving the flower behind
Having a little amount of honey
It's so glad
Fide ERKEN
And golden ears of corn stretched to listen, to the suns
warming ray of words, as stems swayed and rattled. In
the next field yellow Sunflowers genuflected, lifted
their heads to their heavenly maker, turning not to lose
his eye. And the sun beat of an egg blue sky, a blanket
of life for all to nestle. Only song rained, spilling from
the throats of lofty Skylarks sharing their delight on this
miracle of days. Hawthorne, Bramble and Blackberry
wrestled creating a thorn haven for Blackbird and Thrush
as they cared for the young ever gaping mouths. Bumble
bees and Hover flies darted flower heads, intoxicated on
the abundance of rich pollen, the flower kissed and life is
granted. The fruits ripen, Field mice nibble the sweet corn's
tender pods, and the Buzzard glides softly with searching
eye. This day takes place with no rush or haste, no agenda
to adhere to, just to amble at natures pace. And on I walk
forever lost.
A flower blooms,
Out of the earth.
It’s soil feeding it,
The nutrients it needs.
Not only does this little growing flower need nutrients,
But it also needs water to survive.
The clouds let rain fall down,
Just to quench this flowers thirst.
Flames of shades of red come out of nowhere,
And cut through this poor flowers stem.
As the leaves and pedals turn into nothing but ash,
The flower takes in it’s one last look at the beautiful earth it once belonged to.
This poor little flower never stood a chance,
Against the four elements of Earth.
** For Barbara Gorelick's contest THE FOUR ELEMENTS**
We have a flower box on our back porch.
The house is painted gray, the box is red.
I can see the flower box from my bed
it sits upon the railing on the porch.
When late afternoon shadows start to grow,
and light starts fading in cloudy demise.
A cool brisk wind startles the tree below,
leaving limpid leaves rippling in the breeze.
The porch protects the flowers in the box,
but, a boisterous brash breeze calls to them.
"Come join the dance, pirouette with the Phlox,
bring your white petals on your lovely stem,"
Serenely the petals appear to pout,
then seductively twist and turn about,
as they stretch long and tall above their bed.
Stirring white petals on their long tall head.
Lets leave our beds and run around the house,
feeling warm west wind blowing through our bed,
a soft caress for paling white effuse,
with drops of pouring rain upon our head.
She sits among the flowers on the ground.
A young flower amid a bed of thorns.
Genteel on this conspicuous platform,
with flowers gathered closely all around.
She baptizes with water from her hand,
then prunes the withered from this flower stand.
Unity is there among the weeds,
that strengthens fading petals on their stems.
Cultivating roots, distributing seeds,
elegant blossoms for her diadems,
with sweet nectar for all the birds and bees,
luring repasts from ancient recipes.
Mother Nature took her paint brush,
and eloquently tipped each petal
With a multitude of glorious colors.
She awoke the morning sun and coaxed
the pedals to greet the morning rays.
She dropped, droplets of morning dew,
watching the moss green carpet
stretch to catch each drop.
She painted nature's floral bouquet,
and they happily, danced in the breeze.
Her landscape, soon became a work of art.
A scenic wonder, that soon brought the bees,
Who busily, flew from flower to flower
tasting each, nectar filled blossom.
They happily flew to the hive and back,
Bringing excitement over the floral find.
The flowers continued to flourish under,
the fine painters hand.
A lonely flower
Quiet and sad
Swaying to the melancholy song of the wind
No other flower for company
Only tall grass hiding her from the outside world
One day brought a wandering bee
Saw the flower
And lost his heart
To her slender beauty
He tenderly sat on her soft petals
Caressing her center with his mouth
Overjoyed on being so close
To this delicate being
She—her emotions were in turmoil
It felt like heaven
When he caressed her
He danced from one petal to another
And she swayed in pleasure
The wind supplied the music
The sun came out to give warmth
The bee tenderly opened
The flower center
In he went and drank the sweet nectar
Which seemed to go on and on
Satisfied he came out
Saw the flower was pale
Slowly one by one
Her petals dropped
She bowed her slender head and died
There was a soft smile on her face
The satisfied smile
Of a full and happy life
He sadly looked on in silence
Swaying slowly with the melancholy wind.
The Rose memoralized by William Shakespeare
Has been on Earth for thirty-five million years.
Did she dazzle in this pre-historic existence?
Did her beauty bring the dinosaurs to tears?
Dispite her age the Rose is still a winner.
She's the queen of all of flowerdom today.
New varieties entrance and scents enchant me
As I walk along my rose-lined walk-a-way.
No other flower has so long a season.
None other comes in such beguiling dress.
The lover chooses her to woo his lady
Who takes his gift and holds it to her breast.
She comes in all the latest styles and colors.
Her scents are aphrodisiacs to the nose.
With nothing in the whole wide, world as lovely
Of course my favorite flower is the Rose.
Written for contest "Bloom" Won 2nd place
Little flower showing off
it's colors so radiant,
blinding the eye with
such beauty.
Little flower drawing
the finest honey bees
any where in the county.
Little flower such
a wonder you are,
must pick you,
now so sorry.
Little flower showing off
in the house for awhile
will enjoy your charm
and amazing colors.
wrote 8-25-08