Best Peony 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..
After, my mother died I had to sell her house,
where she had a flower garden that she loved;
so, I decided to transplant a peony,
for her grave- this beauty was her most beloved !
I could just imagine this pink sumptuous flower,
oh, I was full of fear that it would die;
remembering, I planted it in the full sun,
but, not a glimpse of a bud and I wanted to cry !
Under the winter snow the peony rested that year,
then, to my sweet joy in the Spring- a bud;
and with each visit the pinkish bud was growing,
oh, thoughts of pink petals brought tears in a flood !
The ruffles are slowly unfurling in the sun,
the divine blooming will soon take my breath away;
did you know the peony can live 100 years,
my happiness sings loud in this place of decay !
In the morning sun the peony burst open,
in a fusion of pink fluff and magic;
mom, now at your grave is tranquility,
oh, that it only blooms in the Spring is tragic !
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May 7, 2021
Poetry/Quatrain/Peony
Copyright Protected, ID 05-1353-167-07
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Workshop: Inviting The Muse
sponsor, Jack Webster, Judged 06/11/2021
Third Place
I’ll watch
over you
my darling
as I prepare your bed
with gentle petals
of rose and peony
Close your eyes
and sleep
my sweetheart
surrounding you
with warmth
and love
I’ll soothe
your aches
and ease
your mind
I’ll watch
over you
my darling
with my heart
my life
AP: 3rd place 2020
Posted on January 29, 2020
soft peony clouds
ensconced with wet petals
drops of liquid sun
pools in earthly hollows
reflect sky and earth as one
(June 19, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin USA)
(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved
Abide with grace in elegance;
Poise speaks clearly when charm inspires;
Etch then sweet trace in sanguine churns;
Offer beauty a fluent fire;
Now sparkle here with grand aura;
Yes dance and twirl as magic springs;
Set sweet scent clear with bright flora;
Yield to the swirl as fragrance sings;
Mix with calm air that romance makes;
Pick your sweet spot with ambience sound;
Hinge bold affair as joy partakes;
Oblige warm plots with sexy grounds;
Nurture the tale as pleasure mounts;
Yes then avail the mystic fount.
Leon Enriquez
29 August 2014
Singapore
Pirouetting performer
Petit pink peony
Pleasing Plié
Pixabay image by: Martina_Bulkova
Peonies were originally called “sho yu” in China, meaning “most beautiful”. They also carry symbolic meaning of good fortune and a happy marriage, making them an ideal wedding flower. . . (from Interflora)
“Sho yu (Chinese for ‘most beautiful’),” he said,
“like peonies in this garden bed
are you to me!” On one knee
he said, “Marry me.”
So in June
we wed.
Good luck strewn
were blooms of “sho yu.”
That day we would never rue.
Magical moments never are gone.
Like bright peonies, our wedded bliss goes on.
July 2, 2019
Peony delight, nectar of princesses
Joyful ebony ants paraded toward them
A steady stream, covering the bulb of a blossom
The plant rejoiced. Loving the attention.
Wind whistled approval; sure sign of summer solstice.
Blossoms tucked inside, listened to the avalanche of attention.
Instantly recognizing and approving the wonderfulness of nature
embedded in foliage and flowers
we see her true elegance shine through
amid these dark and dreary times
there is a light at the end of this dark tunnel
she is fragile, she is elegant, she is everything
everything in this world revolves around her
the blush pink dahlias, baby blue hydrangeas
make up her wildflower crown
all those rainy days, the foggy ones,
was her dancing in the rain
the tip-tap of her peony shoes
are mere thunderbolts and lightning strikes
and when she goes inside to drink pink lemonade
the whole world gets a surprise,
because after the rain,
comes a rainbow
Vampires relish the winter sky,
they feed on every mournful cry;
The holiday lonely;
Wanting to be caressed in bed,
or make love on an antique sled;
Snowflakes and peony;
You can’t go buy the gift they seek,
to bite and taste another freak;
Carnivorous copper;
Lips that pull all your insides out,
and feast on every fevered shout;
Such thieves are improper;
Beneath his gaze she will give in
lured by such toxic temptation;
Conundrum I admit;
Beware of a festive mirage
that baits you with it’s entourage;
A strong dopamine hit.