Best Plant Poems
Its filtering down.' Over the streets and open ground.' From
Clouds to fog formation, just forget about coal burnt waste inahalation.' Do not bother with I C E car emissions
This is a ( total war condition ) carried out in hidden labs
Our ecosystem is now reserved for the slab.' In morgue
Unknown?? in slithering and stealth.' Its walls are built its
Roof the whole heavens.' Come to think a bit? Forests and
Farms and crops are harmed, the unborn and infants, and
Us. Yet dont be alarmed.? Just tune in to another tv show;
Like 'the view maybe?' Is that the place that informs you?
Or ( my kitchen stinks?) If you are in O Z.? Meanwhile you
Caring governments have got your bods? Inhaling such
Stuff as strontium graphene and barium too and also
Aluminum, its a potent brew; hundreds of particles can coat
One hair.! Human, animal, insect, yet do they care? W H O
Must know.' About this pandemic.? Which throughout the
World is now a systemic.' Along with flouride in the water
We must drink.' Hey why not; night cap in an injection? I
Must ask what do 'you think?' Do you know about this a
In fact is it your job.? To spray these poision particles.! Do
You get a few bob.? Or do you package the poision do you
Print the lables? In our modern Außchwitz whats on the
Table.? I hear the worlds top geo scentist Dr David Keith was popped
This very question.? Now isnt that a relief? Or maybe not.? If its
True.? Because the answer he chose, on ultimate effects
On our whole planet.?? He said I really do not know!
Meanwhile from Attenbrough and Thunberg.?? On all the above' its just a no show.!!
A bleeding heart
With a single drop
Falling from its sharpened point,
While strung on vines,
These fragile flowers,
Waiting for the rain's anoint.
Much like valentines
Swinging in the breeze
To a tribal drum unheard.
Hearts grown in a row
With fine curves and loops
By God's design is revered.
Finding happiness
Find something, anything..even a tiny seed.
Plant it in the ground.
You may not be any happier, but the seed will grow anyway...
It's a rule of this universe.
Plant me like a red rose in your heart
Keep me alive there never loose spark
When you speak may words deliver me
In love to trust what you are saying
Kiss my spirit with your thoughts
Transcending touch to bring lavender love
Fill me like an exotic tea kettle
And drink me in your thirst forever
Smile with your eyes when you hear my name
Find a grin in mine at the thought of you
Dance with me despite my two left fuchsia feet
When I am gone make love to my memory
I love how we are so close
That even in dark I know
Just who you are inside and out
You are my soulmate find in me your house.
I potted up a plant, with love, for you;
Although I fear it could turn out a weed:
I’ll have to stick a flower on with glue...
It wasn’t something that I really do,
But when I found a bird’s discarded seed,
I potted up a plant, with love, for you.
I could present you with a species new!
Perhaps I’ve got a tree or bush or reed...
I’ll have to stick a flower on with glue.
I cried the day you said our love was through;
It’s sad you say I am not what you need.
I potted up a plant, with love, for you.
I left and didn’t know what else to do...
They say that flowers help with love; indeed,
I’ll have to stick a flower on with glue.
It’s growing huge with spiky leaves of blue;
I gave it whisky, lots of chicken feed;
I potted up a plant, with love, for you;
I’ll have to stick a flower on with glue.
written 12th June for 'Villanelle me a flower' contest
J=Juniper berry oil for hair,
U=Urinary health wellness care.
N=Natural detoxifier if I dare,
I=Improving circulation with a prayer.
P=Promoting healthy aging is what I need,
E=Evergreen small shrub I will plant and feed.
R=Reducing skin irritation so I do not bleed.
On the twelve days of Christmas, West Texas gave to me
twelve tarantulas creepin’,
eleven javelinas diggin’,
ten jack rabbits jumpin’,
nine skunks a stinkin’,
eight mantis prayin’,
seven snakes swimmin’,
six mountain lions,
five sunny days,
four mockingbirds,
three hoary bats,
two horned toads,
and a cowbird in a mesquite tree.
On the twelve days of Christmas, West Texas gave to me
twelve oxeye creepin’,
eleven acanthus flamin’,
ten willows twistin’,
nine cholla jumpin’,
eight tumbleweeds rollin’,
seven shin diggers stickin’,
six purple thistles,
five sunny days,
four mountain laurels,
three ruby muhly,
two hawthorn,
and mistletoe in an elm tree.
Flattered... my name meaning a Princess of ancient times,
In the state of Malawa, where temple-bells rang chimes,
Bard, Kalidasa, composed in Sanskrit an epic great
About a Princess and her story of disguise and fate.
Agnimitra, handsome Prince, enamoured by her beauty,
But he was not aware of her true identity!
Thrilled to imagine myself heroine of such a story,
romance, and intrigue - part of a history and glory!
To some, my name symbolises a purple flower,
Which never fails to charm viewers’ hearts, in its bower.
To some others, it represents a graceful supple plant,
My mother thought I was a blessing which her God did grant!
My father exclaimed - she is the “garland” for me,
My daughter, my ultimate joy, a sublime beauty!
Many years they waited eagerly to embrace a girl,
My parents thought - they were gifted a gem purer than pearl.
I am a wallflower,
Tall yet not.
And despite my lush colors,
I’m stuck in one spot.
I see everything,
From arguments and friends.
I can even see
How the television ends.
I often wonder,
Why am I?
To be stuck on a wall
For them and not I.
Why am I here?
Wilting and withering away.
Shouldn’t it be better,
If I didn’t stay?
I am a wallflower,
I’m stuck in one spot,
Yet despite my lush colors,
I wish I was not.
My eyes wafted toward the edge of a thicket
Where briars and sage hastened to thrive
There amid brush and bramble, a delicate face
Peeped out from the dense shrubbery and pine
Lighting my heart and reassuring my senses
That life was about to start fresh this Spring
Laughed the hesitant blooms of a bunch of
Lemony yellow daffodils chuckling with joy
Brilliant creamy flowers on stems of emerald
Danced in the flickering sunlight that whispered
Through the wood and reminded me that life
Was about to start anew, fresh as these buds
Breathing through the whispers of delicious
Intimate caresses I chose a flower for my table
And grew more hungry for their flavors than
The food that tastes so delicious to the appetite
There will be brighter flowers, more vivid and lively
Swaying in the breeze, more lovely than moonlight dreams
But I don’t believe there will ever be a more beloved
Delicate smile from any Spring blush than the daffodil
The Most Beautiful Flowers You've Seen Blossoming This Spring So Far Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: M. L. Kiser
May 8, 2021
across the endless
desert pavement
six feet dance a
rapid two step
keeping the mirage
alive in mind
that there is
another side
darting and dodging
clouds that darken
and fall to earth
while passing
cracks of quakes
made evading
rush hour
rushing
not mistaking making
a b-line for grassy
trees reaching
the edenic
opposite of the other
now to stop and
gasp grasping
knowing now
an ant
recants the
heroic crossing
of a sidewalk in summer
In our souls lie all the seeds,
Waiting patiently to meet our needs.
Soulfully waiting for us to choose,
For us to use or abuse.
We plant our seeds in our garden of life,
The seeds we choose will bring joy and strife.
Many we’ll plant, but all will not flourish,
Much depends on how much we nourish.
Some that are planted will wither away,
Others will grow stronger day after day.
Some that have withered for seemingly no reason,
Were just simply planted in the wrong season.
When planting your garden; Ask what will I see?
If this garden I plant turns out to be me.
Then look all around at others the collective we,
For therein lies a reflection of thee.
What we see in others is the full-grown seeds,
Good and bad, both our wants and our needs.
It’s the characteristics, the best and the least,
That when fully grown show our angel or beast.
We won’t always plant the seeds that are right,
When looking inside we have limited sight.
Our souls attract others to whom we relate,
To help us grow either towards Love or hate.
The good seed in others, the things we admire,
We should soulfully nurture and make our desire.
The bad traits in others can grow also in us,
We must uproot these quickly like greed or lust.
Easier seen in others than seen in me,
Or the things I want or don’t want to be.
As I travel my quest to set my soul free,
I pray that my choices are pleasing to Thee.
Oh, great Creator of all I can see,
Thank you for giving awareness to me.
For selfish and judging I don’t want to be,
But loving and compassionate like unto to Thee.
Love is like a flower
Delicate and fragile
It needs just the right
Ingredients to survive
Too much attention is like...
Too much water
You seem desperate
And the relationship drowns
From desperate attempts at clinginess
Too little attention is like...
Feeling dehydrated
From lack of attention (water)
You wonder if they care at all
So, you reach out to whatever
Water comes your way
Your roots grow deeper
To survive the pain
And you reach out to
Whatever you can take a hold of
Angry words are like...
The sun that scorches and withers
The plant and heart
Careless thoughts and actions are like...
The dog that walks all over
And chews up whatever it likes without thought or consequence
Crushing the stems and flowers under its clumsy feet
Good love is like the Gardner...
Who lovingly tends its plant
Knowing the rewards will be
First prize at the show
Knowing that whatever is put in the plant
Is received back as a reward in return
Good love is also found from the one who knows its value...
Knowing it is worth more than the finest gold
Or the most precious jewels
Many people would....
Give everything they possess
And or sell their soul to the devil
To have the one they love
Love is the most expensive treasure of all
And unlike a pirate you cannot steal it
But utmost joy to the one who has it
And can look upon its
Beauty and delicately hold it in its hand
To see and smell its preciousness
And not crush it
Out of a careless heart
Millions of magnificent miniature marvels,
shoulder to shoulder, sharing your showy shrub
as rich red rumblings rise from your racy petals.
Like sounds of cymbals you slice the still air,
shimmering in your lace of chiffon, shouting to the world!
Boom! Bang!
Colors bursting in brilliant blasts of
silence...
08/04/15
Green mother,
Pregnant with tiny flowers,
Spews her fertile core
Through living tubes
Into her infant sprouts.
Green babies
Rise and grow to flaunt
That certainty she bled
Through them for
Their final separation.