Best Pollen Poems
yellowish coating
covers everything in sight
spring sneezing begins
written May 6, 2022
pollen
the cleanliness
of rain
Whats that you said?
Words drift
Glimpse a bird down the hill
closer to the river
orange breasted, must be an Oriole
Gone now
Other birds, some quite strange
fill the tree
Fresh water
Mist rises from the river
and trumpets, once wild daisies
Proclaim rebirth
This bird, right near me
I have never seen
I
smile
An apricot sun slowly rises
Against steel gray dark clouds
The damp coolness penetrates blooms
Ready to open proud
The star magnolia's pink blossoms
Long to release pollen
Into the spring air to mingle
With daffodil's blooms swollen
The yellow of a few stray buds
That forsythia gold
Reveals the starkness of the bark
A winter's gray behold
Unfinished
WIPING OUT POLLEN
There was a young man from Marietta.
With the pollen, he had a vendetta.
With hurricane sneeze,
He shook all the trees.
Then his white sleeve, force cleaned, the excreta.
4/12/2018
Viv Wigley’s Traditional Limerick Contest
There once was a busy little bee
Who buzzed around the flowers to see
Knock, knock, little bee's calling
Busy bee for your pollen
Their petals, my favorite for tea
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/nature-10.php
Dust flies
Red eyes
From Juaneco Torrente
One Footle Contest of Judy Konos
7 Jul 2015
It's Pollen Time
(to the tune of Cryin' Time)
By Franklin Price
4/9/2015
It's pollen time again you know I see it
From the morning time until I see the stars
It's pollen time again my nose can feel it
And I see the yellow on all of our cars
Well it's pollen time again the bees are buzzing
To take the nectar from the flowers in the bloom
Well it's pollen time again my eyes are tearing
I really need to find an air conditioned room
The humming birds are back from their migration
Looking for the feeders we have hung outside
Much too tired to search for nectar in the flowers
Drink sugar water 'til the feeder's have run dry
Pollen time you've got to know it soon will leave us
Summer heat and black mosquitoes come along
Humming Birds and pollen then will be all gone
Runny nose and prolonged sneezing won't belong
drifting pollen swathes
golden contours round wood’s edge
fox cubs investigate
The beer gardens of hatred
are in full bloom
Fermented flowers
of genetic flaw fanaticism
is tavern fomenting
Foaming anger is being violently spread
on the winds of agitation
Upside down cloud nines are bar code vex tripling,
as the weak-willed urge to vomit resist
are whether vain wilting
Autumn spring retrograde progress
has mid-summer arrived
with wintry ease
Sweet wine lying words of fermented pollen
are sourly spreading
Milk poppy discourse is being frost frothily heard —
There’s pandemic fear in the air,
traveling rabidly on the mockingbird wings of despair
The pandemonium lips in the beer gardens
are bar stool pigeon flapping
Sable syntax stamens love the pagan pistil sound
of the sin text send stammering
Wavy flagellate foams of intoxicating hate
invectively spew the inebriated seeds
Suggestive bound violent strings
move the petal puppets on a pollen blown breeze
Oh such a stinging, jingoism buzz ...
making nettle hearts grow nightshade numb,
darkly drunk with power
Paralyzing the budding morals within
the partakers thereof
Plastic bottle souls, empty of empathy,
litter the fallow ground of those fermented gardens
Lemming plants so bloodthirsty
for the brimstone reign
carrying cursed firewater pollen
Winter soars away
On wings of butterflies.
Poppies and phlox burst with glory
As bees pursue their pollen.
With honey found among the flowers
When first love burst into bloom.
Bite Size Poem no.47 Poetry Contest
Yellow dust covers everything,
thin layer and swirls in air,
yet it is not radioactive,
just powder from the pines.
p e t a l s
fall like shooting stars
when windswept willows
w h i r l and wave
weeping no more~
veiled in volatile violets
emanating angst
of a spirit abandoned
within an abyss of seething scars
still bleeding
yet pleading
clinging onto crystal clear crevices
as time forever teases
with twigs ~ torn and tainted
oblivious to the tears
of nurturing nests
consumed in opium rain
I've long been blind
to the swaying of solace
entranced by the eccentric accents
of darkness dusted in
perfumed poise
as songs of the soul
drift through
shifting colors of the seasonal sun
like pensive pollen
painting the sky in teal tints
amidst the pain
they carry from the heart
of blue roses
to the arms of cherry blossoms
perhaps these words
float through your pages
like inked nothings
but would you feel
the fragranced metaphors
masking the melancholy
cloaking the chaos
too reluctant to reveal
the rising heat of fevered February
as if the days seem longer
while the moon forever
remains
eclipsed
leaving the horizon
frozen with fogs of frosted memoirs
s p r i n k l i n g
marooned memories
so let this poem be another
r e a s o n
to erase the greyest emotion
breathing from
the twilight tides
of a feathered ocean ...
I see you honey bee
on humming erratic flight
on route to the garden bed
crash-landing on petals bright
burying head first into a flower
tumbling in the pollen white
vibrating noisily with purpose
then launching out with pollen tight
weighed down with your sweet cargo
buzzing loudly in delight
9 August 2022
A POLLEN PUFF WAND
Puff, puff, a pollen puff
That blows from a single rose;
The Field Fairy blonde, waves her gold wand
Constructed from giggles and bowes.
Butterflies know when springtime is late
And the moon is covered in cloud;
The Field Fairy blows a honey gold mist
Over flowers that bud in a crowd.
And Hummingbirds know, she takes from the stars
A glistening light for their wings;
She sprinkles the shimmering silvery stuff
So every hummingbird sings.
And the seedlings dance in burgeoning spring
As dressed little joys of green;
And the pollen puffs given soft pearly tuffs
Are tossed from this Field Fairy queen.
Puff, puff, wand of the fairy
That fell from a single rose;
Brilliant in light and conjuring flight,
Constructed from giggles and bowes.
Then the tree top knows as it rocks to-and-fro
To drop a warm breeze from the south,
So the dolphin doubles, can be sent foamy bubbles
That she blows from a straw through her mouth.
And the Forrest Fairies dance as April arrives
And the days grow emerald and new;
The Field Fairy touches lacy cobwebs
With the wet morning mist’s sticky dew.
Butterflies know when springtime is late
And the poppies sleep snuggled and proud,
The Field Fairy blows a honey gold mist
Over flowers that bud in a crowd.
Puff, puff, a pollen puff
That blows from a single rose;
Her wand splashing stardust with magical gust
Constructed from giggles and bowes.
And butterflies know she dreams of her field
With wildflowers waving hello;
Then wielding her magic for three baby chicks
That fell from her wand, plumed in yellow.
And the butterflies know when ice starts to melt
And the jubilant snow goes away,
The Field Fairy brings lanky spring colts
To buck and frisk in the hay.
Butterflies know when springtime is late
She’ll sail colors brilliant and loud;
The Field Fairy blows a honey gold mist
Over flowers that bud in a crowd.
By Edlynn Nau
© December 5, 2018
(For Lilah Hanlan on her first birthday)