Best Oleander Poems
Oh, how he struggles through storm swollen seas,
lost in the thought of his lover and he.
His toil made clear as he searches the night
for the flickering promise of her candle light.
Tossed by the waves as his muscles fatigue
in his grasp, a gift for his true love's intrigue.
Kept safe in the wrap of a soft silken veil
are fragrant white flowers, their scent to inhale.
Step by steep step she traverses each flight
to the top of the stairs to wait by the light.
From the cusp of the spire she hopes and she craves
to see her Leander arise from the waves.
He yearns to be near her on the distant land
and to touch her smooth skin with his calloused hand.
To hold her so gently and caress her soft breast
with his cheek pressed against her his body will rest.
His legs become heavy, his arms become weak
and he knows to attain his desire is bleak.
"Oh, Hero, my sweet I have lost you this night,"
the waters embrace him, he surrenders his life.
In the top of the tower above the tall trees
she waits for Leander to emerge from the sea.
Through the mist she can see him, dead on the sand,
the white petals upon him and strewn 'cross the land.
"Oh, Leander my love I have waited for thee,
but now you are gone, killed by the sea.
Never again to kiss your sweet lips,
I will join you," she spoke, as her foot she let slip.
Do not at oleander flowers rejoice
In the valley casting a shadow
Do not jubilate at a girl's lure
Until you perceive the deeds
You would get actually diseased
When you its nectar suck and florets chew
Be eventually hoodwinked by manifest charm
When no benefit from remorse reap.
Love cautiously, the Oleander,
from a distance, behold its blooms.
For within its vibrant grandeur,
death's brew does certainly loom.
Profuse clusters of pink, red and white,
are not for your table setting,
Let them be a backdrop delight
for desert landscape planting.
Lush, evergreen, they grow year round,
wild, tall, with abandon.
Or prune them down, so they stay low,
a hedge with blooms embolden.
A poison beauty without compare,
The Oleander draws attention.
Thriving in the dry desert air,
Touch? Remember warnings, here, I did mention.
The Flower contest
Hosted by, A Rambling Poet
Placement: Honorable Mention
--In a dream I did see
lovely outstretched hands
pierced with lily white light
between the Oleander and the mad seas.
That by starlight--- chained
for more than twenty thousand years
captive in the vast realms of Heaven,
shot forth suddenly!
--Beneath a shivering willow
I received a flurry of quickened kisses.
The flowers that she picked
entwined their thin arms
in each soft corner
of the violet forest to the
cool raging streams that effervesced
into the warm azure pools--
embroidered with lime green moss that hangs
from each branch
of the willow into the eye
of the poet.
He said it had a voice, firm, yet--
endless...
as I floated back down--
distance knew not time.
I looked deep into the apple green eyes
of the leaping panther
as I fell back
into an ocean of pearls.
I swam back to sleep.
Dressed up toes to head
from the curtain view of my backyard
to the scattered clothing at my bed.
Your sweet embrace lurks, out to get me.
Snakes crawling up from the dirt,
they stretch menacingly towards me, holding on until it hurts.
Your leathery fingers stroke me, always closer to home
stabbing daggers into my fleshy palms.
Sweet Oleander,
down turned smiles, bleeding hearts;
We adorn your handsome arms.
Ornamental plants here
one near the right side door
other one at the left
Oh, their bright pink flowers
occupy entire plants
often pull butterflies
only to lay the eggs
April 6 2021
For the contest Pleiades sponsored by Kim merryman
he says that my kiss is intoxicating
drawing him closer and closer
getting lost in my ocean eyes
and fathomed with excitement
I'm lost in a labrynth
trying to comprehend the situation
feeling remorse for the affair
and engulfed in what will follow.
another white oleander
i'm poison in a pretty package
never hurt because I cause the pain
just a mysterious present that only suggests death.
He says he'll try to be good
he loves the life he has back home
but it's been a long time
and he loves what we have
I'm tearing at my sanity
keeping a tale that shouldn't exist
manipulating a simple position
and complicating two innocent lives.
Another white oleander
I'm poison in a pretty package
Never hurt because I cause the pain
just a mysterious present that only suggests death.
White or red it doesn't matter
You are poison
Dripping in my veins
Breaking my tender heart
Leaving me to die
Warning ambers I should see
But I only feel your shade
Your beautiful petals hypnotize me
I never see your stinger
You kill the innocent ones who walk in your poetic Garden
Fell for the beauty of an oleander
My feelings were in an emotion blender
They told me that you were bitter
But you always made me feel better
You altered my heartbeat to a new rhythm
It's okay for me, so why should I listen
When with you, my body goes numb
It's a feeling I can't overcome
They said that I was poisoned
But with them, I somehow reasoned
In the end when I woke up
There were no flowers, but the shrub