Best Orchids Poems
I was a vibrant vanda thriving
in a wondrous place ~where orchids dream~
and you were a wandering gardener.
Each day you came around
persistent as a bee
murmuring flattering words to me
until at last . . .
you decided to pluck me up.
No longer was I simply captured
by your gaze.
My precious petals then lay open
in your hands.
You could feel my heartbeat
for we became as one,
and ~trapped in your pulse~
I could read the poetry that palpitated
inside your strange but fertile mind.
Mesmerized was I, yet I also knew
I tantalized you.
For a time, our story was not that of
garden variety.
You were my sun, but what was I to you?
Many were the other exotic flowers
of your fantasies.
Caressed and kissed by you,
I was at first in bliss
but passion is ephemeral,
and what you took for love was something
that I grew to see as something else and
overbearing -
later on . . . even as perverse.
As you pressed my pretty petals to you,
my fragrant essence you were
snuffing…. OUT
No longer did I even want to know you.
Freed from you now,
I’m restored to normalcy,
a part of me aware that
~I am the asylum of your ache~
even today.
But ~I taste your truth~ of toxicity
a nasty reality when laid bare
and which at long last
I SPAT OUT
you can have your putrid poems.
They are now
for me
~verses in ash~
Delicate butterfly orchids
stand paper thin and tall
Perfect pout pink lip-gloss kisses
with proud protruding power jewel centre
Ephemeral Angels
sign of life and hope
renewed strength and passion
Powerfully poised petals
gently nod affectionate ‘I love yous’
long since they were given as gift
bringing forth renewed romantic setting
an idealistic reminder every day
fuchsia orchid blooms
lightly swaying in the breeze ~
hummingbirds seduced
Orchids
Orchids,
your bright colors
make up for the fact that
your beautiful blooms have no scent,
yet with heaven you share.
Nurtured by air
Orchids.
9-8-18
Poem of the Day September 11, 2018
Orchid blooms in soothing light,
New year's hope shining so bright.
Elegant petals unfold,
As hopes and dreams take strong hold.
Their fragrance, gentle perfume,
Bringing joy as the year blooms.
In this new year start we find,
Beauty and growth intertwined.
A year of promise and cheer,
Orchids swish, "Happy New Year!"
The orchids in the Garden show,
So gorgeous, on display,
Must wonder what they’re doing there
In colorful array.
For it’s a long way off from where
They usually grow,
Where animals and insects
Are the creatures that they know.
Yet here the crowds come traipsing
To take photographs and gawk,
For orchids aren’t native to
The boroughs of New Yawk.
I’m sure they’d rather be back home
In jungle/forest setting,
But maybe they’re enjoying
The attention that they’re getting.
I’m an orchidaholic and for this there is no cure
In my eyes their delicate flowers are pure perfection
My collection numbers 25, although I cannot be too sure
For when I see a new colour I must add it to my collection!
Delicate shades of pale yellow I love
Subtle shades, different colours and hues
Pastel pink blooms sent from heaven above
I find it extremely difficult to choose!
Some blossoms are pure blocks of colour
I could stare at their beauty for hour upon hour
Blooms so unique; each plant differs from another
I carefully nurture every single leaf and flower
Being an orchid grower is incredible fun
Your world I know it will enhance
I can highly recommend it to anyone
Just buy one of these stunning plants
Original poem called 'I'm an Orchidaholic'
amended for My favourite flower contest
Sponsored by Rick Parise
5th March 2014
night time orchids
blooming on the bayou
scented voodoo
Sweet angel orchids, tender pearls of white,
glistening in the misty morning dew.
Perfumed with scents that bring senses delight.
Inspiration for a poet to write,
as eyes become mesmerised by their view.
Sweet angel orchids, tender pearls of white.
When held, ivory petals feel so lite,
their image like a celestial statue.
Perfumed with scents that bring senses delight.
In the sun they glow with their halo bright,
like a group of angels waiting in queue.
Sweet angel orchids, tender pearls of white.
How elegantly they bask in sunlight,
and in monsoons they remain strong like glue.
Perfumed with scents that bring senses delight.
They glow among the moon and stars at night.
How sad in the world there are just a few.
Sweet angel orchids, tender pearls of white,
perfumed with scents that bring senses delight.
Written 20 June 2016
Villanelle
A Villanelle is a nineteen-line poem consisting of a very specific rhyming scheme: aba aba aba aba aba abaa.
The first and the third lines in the first stanza are repeated in alternating order throughout the poem, and appear together in the last couplet (last two lines).
bunch of orchids
hanging on gold ribbons...
college prom date
Regina Riddle's Haiku Aha Moment
8/2/2014
Fairy bells, Pink fingers
Jewel or King of kings
In the tropics where we linger
Amoung many marvelled things
We admire life on trees and rocks
But the clay of the earth is our attire.
Take us home, in a vase by your clock
Just to let our beauty transpire
We are one of the main sources to
Nourish and concieve the flavour vanilla
If next you bake a cake or two
let our arome drift through your villa
In the Rainforest admire us edge to edge
In all our colours of delicate beauty
Or when you compete you have our pledge
To be your prize, it's just one duty
Large our family values
We can cost you quite alot
Earth will sieze to argue
With it's most enchanting natural plot
Flurries sway on brocade of her pinkish gown
It’s Christmas night, breath rising from fresh lips,
A graceful face looks on as tinsels surround
Bouquet of orchids clutched by fingertips.
She paces a walk down through a chapel aisle,
Rhapsody of carols hums of new life
While he, entranced by rare sight parts a smile
Exchanging oaths so warm, man to bride-wife.
The hallway rouses with cheer and merriment
December groom takes spouse for glides of waltz
And best man toasts, “Jane, don’t nag for the rent ;
Sean, always laugh at her old jokes with applause.”
After chimes for kisses ring, her back turns
Unfurling bouquet of orchids, mid- air
A catch huddled by one whose fate confirms
Same magic of a wedded bliss; love’s flair!
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12/03/2013
Shadow's Contest:Getting Married at Christmas...
by nette onclaud
orchids bloom ~
exotic flowers drink from
tropical breezes
Wild blue orchids call
"We are lavender's sisters"
Grateful bee visits
Have you ever heard of the Monkey-Face Orchid?
They are common in the steep mounts of Madrid.
It resembles the shape of a Cauchin Monkey’s face and eyes,
when I saw this unusual flower I was like…”oh my!”
The Monkey-Faced Orchid’s petals grow amid.
Capuchin Monkeys are small and only seven pounds,
it prances with ***** with extreme leaps and bounds.
The face is tan looking just like my favorite cappuccino
with a furry black coat that runs to his legs and toes.
Apparently, they make the most annoying sounds!
Some monkeys are pets, like flowers they’re groomed
and their curious personality can never be assumed.
When sunshine reflects upon both faces like twins,
they shine with joy as their Summer day begins.
Unlike the Capuchin, the Orchid will always smell perfumed.
These two things created by mother’s natures strike
can seem peculiar as they both look immensely alike.
I’d like to sow the seeds of the Monkey-Face Orchid
and would save a Capuchin abandoned, God forbid!
It’s funny how two things that echo can be so unalike.