Best Petunia Poems
Morning tumbles into my arms,
I give a gentle hug,
Smooth down
Her long gauzy dress,
Run my fingers through her rays
And braid sweet pea tendrils in blond pigtails.
Lifting up her quivering chin
I gaze into sapphire eyes,
Drawl encouraging morning words:
“Good” and “glory”,
“Dove”,
And she embraces the petunia day.
In gardens fair, where colors bloom,
Petunias dance in whispered grace,
Their vibrant hues dispel the gloom.
With petals soft as velvet plume,
They weave a tale of love's embrace,
In gardens fair, where colors bloom.
In golden light, their beauty looms,
A symphony of charm and space,
Their vibrant hues dispel the gloom.
Amidst the breeze, they gently groom,
Each delicate curve, each fragile lace,
In gardens fair, where colors bloom.
They banish shadows, chase the doom,
Their essence, a divine solace,
Their vibrant hues dispel the gloom.
Oh, petunias, in sweet perfume,
Your presence, a celestial trace,
In gardens fair, where colors bloom,
Your vibrant hues dispel the gloom.
He cheated on you- what a surprise
You’re wife #5 in his pattern of lies
Did you think he’d be loyal ‘cause he gave you a ring?
Did you think he’d stop flirtin’ and start stayin’ in?
Did you think you were special, that you were the one?
Puh-lease, you were a way to pay off wife #1!
Stop your cryin’ and moanin’, come on, get a grip
You were a fool, now get over it
Stop wastin’ your time on this ignorant schmuck
So what if you love him, who gives a f—k?
You’re still pretty; you’re in GREAT shape
With your blue eyes, red lips, and heart- shaped face
Your blond tresses, your dresses that show off your rack
Oh yeah, baby, you’ve got it; you’ve still got back
Put on some lipstick and paint your toes red
Get some f--k me heels; get outta that bed!
You’ve got style and charm and a sexy pout
You got it goin’ on; that’s what I’m talkin’ about
Don’t dwell on him, on how he did you wrong
Get out there and show him you’re still da bomb
9/18/12
For Vienna's "Let me have it then kiss my petunia" contest
Though you are but a stranger to me, I offer you a kiss.
And though I’ve never met you, I know you and what you’re searching.
Look tenderly at me, and you will find it.
It is in me what you, stranger, yearn for most.
I’ll quench your thirst, I’ll satisfy your craving.
For in that great smelter that forged your feet and eyes, was forged the small seed that gave me life.
We’re brethren, stranger. I am you.
Petunia
Germinate the seed for ten weeks inside
Petunia grows in the ground with minerals
Pink petals and a stem
I say it is not a flower
It is Gregory
Petunia came from South America
A different culture cultivating plants
I don’t speak their language; Spanish, Portuguese
So Gregory it is
My Master’s degree is in botany
I have a PHD in flower
There is no petunia in religion or philosophy
None in the world according to me
According to my political affiliation and relations
There is Gregory
I water it and give it sun and take it for a walk
It continues with pink petals and a stem
One day it will grow into a fine young man
A president
Exactly as I planned
It will not just run a country
But a vegetative state
Exactly as I said
PETUNIA IN AN ONION PATCH
You’re always talking incessantly about beauty
Or whinging about life’s sadness and duty!
Just cant stand you people called poets
I’d sooner listen to my horse chomping oats
And your so-called rhyme schemes are a joke
As if the writer was just out of coke -
A bit like Coleridge writing Kubla Khan -
Now there was a high-flying man!
Your poems oughta stay on the off-ramp wall
And never grace the written page at all
But now and again a real versifier comes along
Not simply capable of penning words for a song;
She has wisdom and laughter in each line
And the taste of her rhyme is fine wine,
One moment raising my spirit in cheers
Then swaying my soul, and pouring out tears.
Her subtle profusion of tenderness coy
And her child-like wild soul’s unending joy,
Are my inspiration to go on and write
Another admiring poetic effort tonight.
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Written for and entered in
Vienna Bombardieri’s Contest Let me have it then kiss my petunia
(spoken about my wife to our dog, Petunia)
Dearest Petunia, how I love her so.
Is this something your furry brain could know?
I long for her as you long for a treat.
I crave her touch as you crave to lick feet.
She calms my calculations, lets me rest;
Like when you find somewhere so soft to nest.
Her smile renews me like sweet sunshine;
You feel the same right before sleepy time.
I think you miss her as much as I do,
When we don't see her for a day or two.
There's something I've realized, something of truth;
She's a saint Petunia, she saved us both.
Me from solitude and you from the pound;
The Lord sent us an angel, so profound.
petunia
Prays in the pew
A funnel shaped flower
Petulant to pettle
The petty officer's
Phallus.
petunia
Makes earnest petiton,
A deep redish purple
Showing sudden impatience
For the inlisted man's
Pestle.
petunia
Perfects her worship,
A melodic soft velvet
Reciting impassioned pleas
For the Pontifex's
Poppycock.
petunia
Flutters above paradise,
Tremulous and agitated
Peaked with peace offerings
For that patrician's
Peeper.
petunia
Patrols the parapet,
Her sweet scented petals
Have a penchant for Patrick.
It's Passion Week
For the penetrant papa.
Peculiar Petunia was very strange indeed,
I mean how many six-year-olds would choose to wear tweed?
On the first day of school, in an effort to impress,
Petunia chose a hand-woven olive green dress,
The other little girls wore lace in pink and red,
But Petunia knew the value of a harder-wearing thread
Living Large Behind Petunia
Elephants walk around on clouds
Light footed in humble stature
Like dolphins strong in mind
They know their station
Commanding winds of change
Remain complacent to a fault
Smiling at the fruits of sun and food
Never take life too seriously
Being elephant is a weighty matter
Taking one large step at a time
Tiny eyes see all, large and small
Hiding behind a petunia is challenging
Still they rise to the occasion
To please one and all
I’ll have peace of mind at night
if you just stay out of my sight.
I have seen the light and
I now know that I am too good to be your type,
too intelligent to wait for this to get ripe.
The storm has expired and I am resistant.
It will be a waste of your time to become persistent.
The distance in our existence
has forced me to regurgitate you out of my system.
And I just…finished…URLING!
You resurrectedme from death,
understanding the depth
of my souls last breath.
You didn’t rob me, you restored
the energy that my mind ignored.
You added light to my sun and made it shine
all because you are so illuminating, the darkness died behind.
You inspired this shine,
you are simply divine.
I am so happy that you are mine.
Entered in Vienna Bombardieri's Kiss My Petunia Contest
Love and Hate Relationship
You are so good at pushing that wrong button
You had my blood pressure boiling all of a sudden
How can you be so sarcastic
Your behavior can be so darn drastic
You start a fight and then you run away and leave
Turning your words around, misconceived
The tears you cry are nothing but fake
All is for yourself, you slithery snake
Then you send flowers, to make yourself look good
Always trying to get away with things, if you could you would
The words you speak, smooth as a poet
You know how to get your way, and you know it
You have a way about you, I melt like butter
Your one of a kind, unlike no other
Your skin so shiny, like a begonia
Your kisses are sweet, your my petunia
You protect your heart, but you give your soul
Your very good at damage control
Your tears flow, we melt as one
Your boundaries for a second, forgotton, another day has begun
Contest by: vienna bombardiere
Written by: Debra Falgout
September 5, 2012
I never expected you to come to Australia first
Still with the appearance that I am familiar
I must travel across the ocean back and forth
And you? I wonder how could you come here?
I saw you climb the fence in our hometown
Up to my ears and blowing your horn
Then you asked me if I was afraid of
And I said: I like your beautiful song
We used to play hide and seek in a woodpile
I pretend that I don't know where you're hiding
You can't wait to stick your head out of the pile
You tell me you're right next to me with your song
I see you in this foreign country unexpectedly
Did you travel across the ocean to follow me
We meet in these wild fields when melancholy
The joy alike seeing relatives you bring to me
I always feel the coldness of the world
Many things are inconvenient to say publicly
But my heart has been filled with your love
When I need some real "friends" so eagerly
We know "friendship" already too many
The definition of them is confusing me
The Illusory "friendship" is hard to rely on
Only you, Wild Petunia, by thousands of miles
You come here to stay with me
I've got a pet Petunia
You know what I mean
When I'm chill I pet my pet Petunia
And it gives me a roar
It's been appreciated from time to time from others
Pretty likeable to me
As it gets wet and juicy
It likes hearing wet and juicy gossip
It may have cobwebs growing cross ways
But someone will come along and give it a good sweep
Lol
My eye is quickly seized by a gorgeous glimmer of purple; I walk over to take a better look. The renegade petunias have arrived to announce the imminent arrival of summer. They are supposed to be annuals, but no one has told them, so here they are, magically showing summer the way.
purple petunia
vibrant and beautiful
spring into summer