Best Poppies Poems

A field afire
papery petals glow like ruby votive candles
a collection of cupped solar flames
vowed to shine despite the dew before dawn
evaporating any doubt the sun would rise
the mist would lift 
consoling one in darkness

Rising up where wildflowers past have fallen
victim to soil fallow and shallow
your...

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(Paul Callus & Eileen Manassian ~ March 2020)

Where poppies grow in brilliant bursts of red
and bumble bees go searching with intent
she often goes; there sits with dreamy eyes
suspending time, quiescent moments spent.

The wind intrudes on chain of mellow thoughts;
it sifts through youthful zest deprived of...

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Where poppies grow in brilliant bursts of red
and bumble bees go searching with intent,
she often goes; there sits with dreamy eyes
suspending time, quiescent moments spent.

The wind intrudes on chain of mellow thoughts;
it sifts through youthful zest deprived of guile.
With gaze serene, she twirls a lock...

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November 11th is Remembrance Day in Canada 
(Veterans Day)
When I was in grade 7 or 8 (I don't exactly remember) we had 
 to write poetry for a Remembrance Day contest. I won and had to read this in front of our whole grammar school....

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I'm but a frail bird tasked to bring hope and spread peace.
How shall I fly high in the sky with such a brittle burden!
My heart pounds in dilemma like a ping pong ball as I release
my wings in the air to take a flight at...

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    mouth blown glass flowers
  spectrums of iridescent-
                  hangs      above my head 


 



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May 23, 2016, 


Poetry/Haiku/glass poppies
Copyright Protected,...

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Spring delights with nature’s song
But then summer comes along
With intention to compete
And excel with bouts of heat.

Stifling air by day and night 
Dazzling sun ablaze, too bright
Layered roads buckle and melt
Wildfires make their presence felt.

Searing tongues flicker and roll
Woodland burns out of control
Hungry beast won’t...

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Spring 
ripples 
through luscious 
flowery plots.
Manoeuvring into a large cul-de-sac 
I climb a low stile only to find a
picturesque scene,
vast field of 
poppies
red.


10/10/2020
Double Tetractys 4 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Eve Roper...

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How I love 
All of you
The myriads of poppy flowers,
Such amazingly have flourished
For one or two day of May
on green and fresh hills of Birke.

How I want to say
I never forget all of them
And keep in my soul
Your astonishing dancing
On the mornings wind.
Don’t worry, dear...

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Too Many Poppies  

I don’t want a poppy
I don’t want a shield
I don’t want to visit
Rows in Flanders Fields

Another young person 
Yes a young soldier fell
They laid down their life 
What story does it tell

Off to another war
In a far off land
Beaches in Normandy
Blood...

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Hillsides shimmer in summer's golden fire
as marmalade sun dawns on poppied slopes.
I run with Monarch butterflies higher
barefoot in honey with tangerine hopes.

I hear the butter chirp of a warbler's song
and smile at God's creative citrine zest.
While I inhale the gold-coined sun, I long
for the Monarch's...

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Power plant particled poison

                    People breathing pints per person

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The mustard seed 

a wild mustard seed took flight 
carried aloft in gathering light 
over thistle'd sage and poppies  
in countless colorful copies

as brash rain showers subside 
the retreat of angry clouds abide
scolded by the Northern wind 
in search of infinity's final end

once barren...

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Famished and flagging footsoldiers;
formerly fitters and farmers.
Facing fatigue, fitful fever,
faeces and foul, foetid fungi.
Fostering feelings, frustrated,
for this faraway, foreign field.

Forsaking fissures and furrows,
forced forwards with fleetness of foot.
Firearms flash and fragments fly far,
feigning the firmament aflame.
Fighting so fierce and ferocious,
fratricide set free on this field.

Fuelled...

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