Best Pergola Poems
Now my tendrilled soul,
Has found its pergola-- Christ--
To wind its way up....
Categories:
pergola, death, faith, imagination, lost
Form:
Haiku
That is the path I've chosen,
covered with soft blades of grass
hedged with variegated hostas,
and moonlight filtering
through hanging willow trees.
The winding path tilts slightly uphill,
towards a wooden pergola
that glimmers in the darkness,
a temple built in paradise
for my lovely Marguerite.
I have planned my life's purpose,
I know so clearly the urge to live,
my priceless gift from Cupid
cleansing the humdrum of this life.
The nightingale enlivens the silence,
full moon oozes limpid serenity,
the glow worms twinkle lovingly
like a myriad of faraway stars.
A lonely breeze caresses my face
but cannot quench the thirst
nor quell the boiling of my blood
nor the hunger I feel for her.
I gaze upon her lovely face
Chiaroscuro in the moonbeams
A painting mightier than any Madonna
that emanated from Fra Filippo Lippi
Or an intimate impression by Renoir.
Yet like these famous portraits of old
Our love forever will survive.
Categories:
pergola, love,
Form:
Free verse
Sunrise mingles with the clouds
Casting shadows on the hills
As song birds break the silence
With their melodic morning trills.
Spring rain has now subsided
And flowers open in full bloom.
Ivy clings to the patio pergola
As weaving shadows softly loom.
Ficus spread their shadow shade
Underneath the noon day sun
And the school bell rings and
It's lunchtime meals for everyone.
Shadows form a second set of
Monkey bars as the children play.
The library across the street
Shades a bench in front display.
Sunset casts its twilight shadows
On draping trees in silhouette
And birds return to their cozy limbs
To roost as the skies turn violet.
Twilight is the most enchanting...
With a full moon and the starlight.
Coqui frogs begin to sing with crickets
'Neath shadowed trees in soft moonlight.
2-23-22
A Lovely Day Poetry Contest~First Place~
Sponsored by: BJ Legros Kelley
First posted 5-9-20
BRIAN'S CHOICE B,any form,any theme ~First Place~
Sponsor Brian Strand
Categories:
pergola, beautiful, mountains, nature, sun,
Form:
Rhyme
He slowly opened the window sash
Deeply breathing the cool morning air
Feeling the warmth of the sunshine
Embracing the morning so completely
Bringing the spark of life to his face
Listening to the sonnets of Warblers
Inside the beauty of a summertime dawn…
Slowly wandering to the Lilac gardens
Resting on the soft greenery tufts
He leaned into the white purple blossoms
Inhaling deep the warm honeyed perfume
Feeling the silk tendrils upon his face
As the pure tiny droplets fell upon him
A baptism in a pergola of morning blooms…
The gentle whisper of Monarch’s in flight
Brought him to his feet in easy chase
Reaching out chasing the sound of flutter
He tumbled down the slope laughing
Laying in the flower bed he reached skyward
Decreeing the miracle of Mother Nature, he said
“I only wish I could see it”…
Categories:
pergola, happiness, hope, inspirational, life,
Form:
Free verse
As I walk around my garden, I note
that my daphnia is in full flower
it is always my first bush to show
and fill my garden with tantalising scent.
My Yucca always gives me colour
in the bleak month of December
standing there so stately
each year another head appears.
The trellis will soon be awash
with its orange trumpets
that brighten up an otherwise dull wall
and makes me smile as they reach up high.
While my various rose bushes
gleefully soon will cover my pergola
mingling with the honeysuckle
filling garden with most delightful scent.
Ah everywhere the promise of Spring abounds
How I long for the warm days to come
when I can sit out by my ponds
and watch fish darting hither and tither.
Dragonflies some enormous and so pretty
visit my lilles and briefly settle there
Spring the month of my birth
will at last soon be here.
Categories:
pergola, color, spring,
Form:
Verse
Sweet flowers of May how you do entice
lifting and filling my soul with beauty
swaying in the breeze and releasing spice
aromas that enthrall sharp and minty
Tumbling roses cover the pergola
sweet musky scent is hanging in the air
robust colours of the gladiola
poking up a most tempting derriere
Fascinated I watch it bob about
as my lover stoops pulling out the weeds
hot and sweaty he does a turnabout
holding my hand he now shows me his deeds
Beds free of weeds that able to flourish
just like our love for each other we cherish
Categories:
pergola, flower, may, rose,
Form:
Sonnet
Last year we had a rental place;
But this year we bought a house and land.
It's an older home with charm and grace
That has the potential to be something grand.
All it needs is a devoted tender loving hand.
I just painted our room a pale yellowish-green,
Reminiscent of sunlit mountain meadows.
A pergola with a flowering vines design completes the scene
Forest-green trim around the door and windows
Will accentuate the curtains in the shadows.
There are lawns in both the front and back--
I want all that fertile soil to work for me!
There is already a gardener's tool shack
By the path to a fruitful dwarf lemon tree.
Raised beds and berry bushes are what I foresee.
We can almost grow just about anything
While living in the Salinas valleys.
I wish that I had more land for everything
That I'd like to plant: varieties of citrus trees,
Grape vines, and peach, avocado, and cherry trees.
Categories:
pergola, flower, fruit, green, house,
Form:
Quintain (English)
I often saw her in the patterned garden
Tending tenderly small children,
Until their parents came to pick them up.
I was absorbed in her antics as children laughed.
Oh dear Marguerite, how exquisite she looked.
How children prayed their mothers came a little late.
But time played a useful trick on her,
As she once fell and bruised her knees.
Quickly I hurried and with my handkerchief
I cleaned her wound and stopped her bleeding.
I took her to a small quaint café and made her drink.
We became friends quickly and as time passed
I helped her caring for the small urchins
That played a while for they loved her much.
Till one day I proposed and wedded were we.
We chose a cottage that was surrounded
With meadows and trees. And every fine day
That is the path I chose, covered with soft
blades of grass hedged with variegated
late hibiscus, and moonlight filtering through
drooping willow trees. Winding path tilts
up hill, towards a wooden pergola that
glimmers in the darkness, her paradise.
All for my lovely Marguerite.
Categories:
pergola, love,
Form:
Free verse
a fish roe milted
God watches through pergola
tears drip in pleasure
Categories:
pergola, fish,
Form:
Haiku
It was midday, just before the end of spring and sunlight had conquered everything. Despite the heat, the leafy pergola above his mother's yard enclosed them in her natural cool shade. The sea was but some kilometres away, but the very idea of its presence invested the warm breeze with a soft aura. Some essence of the first flowery fragrances still lingered in the air and flowed downwards to meet the smell of fresh grass and the intense aroma of lemon and orange blossoms in the lower garden. The white bunches of the acacia blossoms sent their penetrating perfume up to their nostrils and exploded halfway upon encountering that irresistible redolence of the lilac on the hedge. How could one find the strength to get up from the chair when held captive by spring-tide?
So they lingered in their embrace, nested in the cobble-yard, facing the tall wide-ledge windows, as if caught in the midst of a fairy circle made up of smells, colours and the feeling of each-other's tender presence.
He kissed her cheeks and he felt them like soft velvet peaches, he smelled her hair and thought he had plunged into a field decked with chamomile.
Funny. The feeling came back as vivid as ever, every time he touched the faded little picture in the family album. So black and white. Unlike the memory of his daughter in it.
Archontoula Alexandropoulou
March 9, 2015
Categories:
pergola, childhood, color, daughter, family,
Form:
Prose
Out to our secret garden, I go,
No one's looking, I start the show,
Under the Pergola, out of the sun,
Dogs disappear so they miss the fun.
I check the back and all is clear,
My seat is better than I did fear.
Looking down I see my spindly legs,
After all these years, they are nice pegs,
Another check, just to make sure,
I start to strip in the morning air,
Down to shorts and croc's, I don't care.
After a few strokes and a cup of tea,
I'm bowing and scraping for all to see.
The old is cast off and on the floor,
A few more strokes and I lose some more.
What I see now looks pretty neat,
Now phase one is done and all is bare.
Tomorrow morning, I will repaint this chair.
© Dave Timperley 23 August 2017
Categories:
pergola, fun,
Form:
Rhyme
Within A Dream, I Love You, Was Heard
Of short duration, joy in our loving dreams
Of Lust and Love- Both fuel deeper desires
With Loss, wading behind in the flowing streams
And Longing- flaming in its own Fires.
Yet when fine and fair weather holds its sway
We sing and dance never seeming to tire
And upon that sweet beach in Heavenly Bay
Nothing can make us think of future rage and ire.
Wanting to be that permanent snow far up top
And a mountain in its great majestic power.
Our Love swears that nothing, can ever it stop
Until doom, doom dares to invade its bower.
Once upon that sweet beach, in heavenly bay.
I heard her, "I love you", so tenderly say!
R.J. Lindley,
Spring 1972
(1.) "bow·er"
'bou(?)r/
noun
1.
a pleasant shady place under trees or climbing plants in a garden or wood.
synonyms: arbor, pergola, grotto, alcove, sanctuary; gazebo
"a rose-scented bower"
Note- This one, was a golden angel that in
my foolish youth I messed up!
Yet life had so much more in store , for living
is about mistakes, learning and surviving.
Categories:
pergola, art, beautiful, blessing, lost,
Form:
Sonnet
Mary Moorman took a Polaroid snap of
John Kennedy at the exact moment he
received his fatal head wound. Her
picture has fuelled many conspiracy
theories.
I’m inclined to opine
(it’s a passion of mine –
to conclusions you’ll think me
a jumper)
that assassins abound,
widely scattered around,
and they’re thicker than bugs
on a bumper!
In this photo alone
sniper gunmen unknown,
and it only takes looking
to nail ‘em.
(Boy, if I’d been around
when those witches were found,
they’d a made me the mayor
of Salem!)
Take that guy on the stairs
who’s been snapped unawares
(you would see, if we had him
in slo-mo):
he’s a pal of Rosselli,
‘cos I’ve seen him on telly,
and I’m outing him now – Perry Como!
And the perp on the plinth
with the sleazebag named Cynth –
he’s a Russian, with codename
“Zapruder”.
Wait – she’s “Marilyn”, yes?
Geez, why didn’t I guess?
Then he obviously must be …
Ry Cooder!
Between Badge Man and Ry
there’s a big hairy guy,
who is clearly preparing
to shoot.
Why can’t anyone see?
Ngo Dinh Diem, obviously –
he’s disguised in a chimpanzee suit!
Where the pergola ends –
it screams out at you, friends –
near where Cynth and Zapruder
are grappling,
waits a killer from Cuba
with poison-dart tuba,
dressed up as a sycamore sapling.
I’m alerting the Pope
to conspiracy dope
that’s contained in this
Polaroid snap –
What? The sapling is lush?
It’s a Texas-type bush?
Why’d you give me that
paranoid crap?
Categories:
pergola, history,
Form:
Rhyme
Jasmine stint scented plants
appreciate it textured colored perennial
Plants botanic garden hyacinth
Beautiful colored bright abundant fragrant
Sweeten smells and delight blue flower soft pink pedals
Magnolia evergreen, wisteria pergola purple wall
Fragrant faint to overpowering
Tubela freesia shades white orange
Red blue yellow lavender balloons traces
Sweet sweet scent outdoor Oasis
Slow princess
Dark Knight honeysuckles yellow variety flowers
Late summer followed by bright red berries
Scarlet Red light apricot pink double flower
Scented rose roses by many names yet arose a rose
Phlox several shades of pink
Aa lots of white Salmon purple red bi colors parts
Of a mixed border large swass for impact
On a pure White tile variety fragrant
Spring summer time lilac sturdy little shrub
Shades of white with pink purple drought blooms all season long
attracting pollinators with deep purple flowers
Awesome that have orange throats fragrant out
Of matter spicy host
Perennial Rossi dark green foldage
Lo! peony liken of a fuller rose bud pure
White blooms with grimson flex heirlooms
with gorgeous mimi mix of pink double blooms
A truest scented voice
Fragranted perfumed floral hosts~
3/6/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
Categories:
pergola, analogy, appreciation, flower,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
On days of early sunrise many colors greet my eyes
Girls in their pastel Easter dresses is one my eye spies
When looking at all the colors presented by Crayola
As I repose on day off in my pergola
Down where wild things play and I would want to stay all day
Where I could reach.. touch the sky-blue sky from this place of play
Across the way where Mulberry Tree gives its fruit to me
Then I can make that Mulberry jam that will draw many bees
Mulberry such picture pretty color to spread on toast
Great color Mulberry for jam on toast this I will boast
Over by the Mulberry Tree where the Brown Turkey grows
Just below the running rose on the trellis of Misty Rose
Nature offered Crayola colors that we favored
Even Razzle Dazzle Rose sunsets that day's end flavored
(This was inspired by Linda-Marie Brianna contest about Crayola Crayon.)
Categories:
pergola, imagination, life, naturetree, easter,
Form:
Couplet