Best Rosettes Poems
Sustained by the frequent spring showers
Adorned by rosettes of dark green
They burst into dense yellow flowers
The florets parading their sheen.
They sway to sensations of pleasure
The rhythmic allure of the breeze
Then rest in the evening at leisure,
Appear every day to increase.
But soon comes the time for reversal
The petals are destined to dry,
Then globules of seeds for dispersal
To nature’s intentions comply.
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This poem merits to win for the simple reason that
dandelions are ill-treated and spoken of badly by
many people, little realizing the beauty and good points
which they have to share with us.
Placed 3rd in Richard Lamoureux's contest
© 12th April 2019
Categories:
rosettes, flower, nature,
Form:
Quatrain
Daddy brought it home to mother
She did not like it at all, in fact it made her angry
Those innocent tough spikey, sword-shaped leaves
Centered with white rosettes in tight buds caused anger
Today when I see those buds appear
I think of you~ Sadness wrenches my heart
You meant well and that Yucca has spread
There are many white rosette buds dripping dew and rain
You called it bear grass while laughing
Finding it in the woods you dug it up
Those rosettes still in bud waiting to open
Mother did not laugh~ she wanted a lilac bush
Years later I told my husband not to dig it up
Let it stay, memories flood my heart, mind and soul
Each spring when the spikes appear straight and strong
Loaded with rosettes of your laughter~ my grief wanes
Then joy fills my being because
Yucca's creamy buds remind me of your love and joy
How your emotions could change
When seeing the beauty of the simple Yucca buds
I think you were a poet and romantic at heart
I know this is not a quatrain but is more free verse.
Categories:
rosettes, emotions,
Form:
Quatrain
Spills of flowers everywhere - elation !
I love to water each petal with joy
Bells and Daisies * Tulips and Carnations
I am a gardener named Helen of Troy
Garland dreams loopy Dahlia ali oops
"love me like I am" says each bud to me
Blooming kisses and rosettes, Tipsy Red
they are my yellows just like bumblebees
Cascades of waterfall blossoms, dot . net
impearled in my heart - adorneth and loved.
Each floralette is like a classical fret
diminished by none, a flare up en-gloved
Whimsical gardens *** florescent tandems
I'm an anthem of glory... a willful mayhem!
Categories:
rosettes, appreciation, flower, garden,
Form:
Sonnet
Breathe laden islands rise and fall beneath the lap
of crystalline water, a steam graced surface breached,
rosettes crest, their gently risings peaks to cap
mouthfuls of desire whose lower gate's lie unbreached.
Submerged beneath chest's hollow lies a navel fine
the round perfection of its form longs, for pointed tongue.
A sweeter base can't be found 'bove the water line
yet, men would gladly drown to go below hips clung.
Below, down deep, nectar bathes the pristine pearl,
and petals, rose-red gently part in delight.
The heat, the steam the bath, and the lovely girl
perhaps, perhaps, he thinks, we'll make of this a night.
Date: 3/6/13
Categories:
rosettes, love,
Form:
Quatrain
Ghost-striped by wild magic, night roams into the night
with a mystique like the darkness of the moon’s shaded face.
A jet silhouette with shadowed rosettes prowls ebon-air’s hue;
liquid-liner-black strides in silent fluidity
melts night into the night.
Susan Ashley
April 20, 2019
~Fifth Place ~
Contest: April 2019 Premier 7, Max 5 Lines
Sponsor: Brian Strand
*A black panther is a leopard with excessive melanin giving it its black coat. Like a regular leopard, the panther has black spots, but they are usually hidden by its fur’s black background but they can be seen in the light at certain angles, this is known as ghost-striping.*
Categories:
rosettes, africa, animal, beauty, imagery,
Form:
Free verse
Charming Patterns
An eyelet wheel models medieval embroidery
Aromatic, ornamental garden ballet steps for lovers
Strolling in stately patterns of noble estate
Savory’s romance looping through lavender labyrinths
Lost in curves of sweet scented anise dreams
A pavel of peace in pungent fans of feathery dill
Set in soothing circles of demure comfort,
Inside squares of loyal rosemary tied with ribbons of sage
Trimmed with clarion harmony of marjoram’s gailland
And arches of drizzles leap as parsley festivity
Joyfully brushes the fingertips of rows in oregano courants
A center pistel radiates lines of tarragon in devotion
Dotted by French knots of thyme
With rosettes of mint scattered in diamonds about the maze
Virtuous embraces of shy courtly kisses
In basil’s blush of chain stitch purity
And to the almain of lutes and of lyres
To the harp strum, to the chaste flute,
A castle garden dances faithful fidelity
Telling the story of love’s longevity
In charming patterns.
10-6-21
Contest: Charming Patterns
Sponsor: Julia Ward
Embroidery stitches: eyelet wheel, loops, drizzles, pistel, French knot, rosettes, chain stitch
Medieval Instruments: clarion, lute, lyre, flute, harp
Elizabethan Dances: ballet, pavel, gailland, courant, almain
Knot gardens of herbs are based on the intricate embroidery patterns of the Elizabethan age.
Categories:
rosettes, garden, love,
Form:
Free verse
Breathe laden islands rise and fall
beneath the steam graced surface of clear water,
capped with rosettes, red-brown, silken, warm,
beaded with water running in rivers
down mountainsides of flesh, puddling,
in the darken depression of navel.
The water rises, about kneecaps
pristine and alabaster in hue.
Angular shoulders hug the far end of the tub.
A slender neck held aloft, crowned with auburn hair
and hazel eyes, changling orbs, of green and gold
an a oval face rivaling Modigliani’s Madonna.
A ruddy glow spreads across high cheekbones.
The rising water submerges all,
but porcelain neck and upturned face,
tendrils, tresses, coil, splay on still water.
Lids droop languidly, lips pout petulantly,
and still the water rises
buoying delicate arms, ending in fingers
...avidly playing.. upon
the pearl white key to desire.
Categories:
rosettes, life, water, water,
Form:
Free verse
My Gift to My Love
There are so many silly gadgets to buy,
clothes or videos for you.
Never mind all that silliness!
Am sending me, to you, I will be
your Christmas Rose, your happiness.
Coming in a simple,red velvet box with
a gold gigantic bow.
And covered with stars and a silver
medallion, engraved,'Romios', you know.
My long dress of rosettes, was designed
just for you.
As a sign of my scentual,eternal love, too.
So have the chilled Mavrodaphne ready.
Grape leaves, taramosalata, anchovies
and grilled Pita bread, too.
Just be certain you are warm and ready.
Have enough, am counting on you!
After all, whenever I am with you my heart
rules my head.
I get lost in the stars,I see in your eyes.
And the warmth of your lips,
Better than all moonbeams in the sky!
11/5/2019
Categories:
rosettes, christmas, love,
Form:
Rhyme
My Floribunda
Rosettes apricot and peach
My garden angel
Categories:
rosettes, nature
Form:
Haiku
An Angelo Arab, you had immense spirit
dappled grey with a huge leap over fences.
Your stable name was Tom, pedigree name
too much of a mouthful for every day use.
In your stable you were a terror to my grooms
pulling faces and hunching up your back as if
to bite or even kick. It was all show you just
wanted to be left alone, a true one person horse.
No other could ride you as you would buck and buck
even going down and rolling to get rid of other riders.
Shoes could be a challenge as you would snatch feet away
or refuse to lift them up, only one blacksmith did you tolerate.
Yet to me and my mother you were so sweet, nickering
a welcome when you saw either of us coming.
You floated over fences winning us many rosettes
when turned out you would race down the jumping lane.
With Sheroake at your heels laughing with glee
you would go up and down time and again.
Then take delight in having a long dusty roll
finally settling down to graze the sweet grass.
Fast as a flash, the clock never a challenge
perfect rounds nearly every single time.
In one year you went from grade C to grade A
barely 14:3 hands tall yet heart of a giant.
You always held a special place in my heart
many the hours we spent together out riding
or practicing in the paddock, at dressage
you were a real ace act graceful as a swan.
Tom sweet Tom how I loved you
maybe the more as only I alone
on your back you would tolerate
your love made me feel so proud
Great spirit horse long may you race
the clouds where you now dwell
If I close my eyes I can still hear
the thundering of hooves flying by.
Never again was there a horse
quite like you. I remember your neat
little ears flickering back and forth
as I spoke to you, with a nicker you
would answer me and toss your head.
Categories:
rosettes, horse, love, trust,
Form:
Ode
A British designer of clothing and such
Is showing an outfit a bit out of touch
It’s all made of leather but that’s not my beef
It’s straight from a cow but from far underneath
She wanted some leather but did not want to pay
She heard that the tanners threw nipples away
She gathered up nipples; 3000 in all
And stitched up a gown for the next Cow Town Ball
She fashioned the nipples into genteel rosettes
A floor-length leather gown for the disarming coquette
But the critics all panned it all over the joint
The designer just sighed; said they don’t get the point
The critics replied, that is all that we see
And a dress made of nipples is pointless to me
But the British designer said she’d try another
And this time use more than the tip of the udder
Mdailey 9/6/12
Google Rachel Freire to see her designs.
Categories:
rosettes, social,
Form:
Rhyme
They were on the summit of the hill as if poised in a portrait.
The breeze ruffling the stud's forelock and mane as he arched his head
responding to the reins he moved on as his rider leant forward and
rubbed his poll in affection. Tensed up his withers quivering he sprang into
action careening down the slope pulling up lame. His rider dismounted
and ran his hand down his legs finding some heat in the fetlock. Lifting
his leg he found the cause a stone lodged in his frog, using his hoof
pick he dislodged it thanking his lucky stars that it was not a pulled stifle.
Checking his hind legs for heat in the hocks and gaskin he found all to be well.
He patted his croup in affection and re-examined the front leg still a little heat but his coronet seemed fine. A week's rest should put him right allowing the bruised frog time to heal. It would be tight to keep him fit for their big show in three weeks time but a strained stifle would have put him out of action for at least six weeks. On foot he lead Silver back to the stables and there applied a poultice to his hoof which he would change daily until the frog recovered, leaving Silver munching happily on hay. He walked into the tack room and replaced his tack and stood admiring the rows of rosettes that lined the walls.. The upcoming show would give him the final proof of how superb he was and then people would flock to bring their mares to him and his line would be perpetuated long into the future.
Categories:
rosettes, horse,
Form:
Narrative
Our fingers interweave, like a key in a lock
The tumblers click into place, and the world opens
Warm, orange glow between our hearts
Coursing down our arms to each other, tearing through
The amber cocoon around my inner being, awake again to
Your beige perfection, my scarlet, grateful unworthiness
And the vibrant greens and blues around us
Your fluid grace and power unmask your freckles:
The rosettes of a leopardess, proud and powerful
Tan skin and graceful lines, at once camouflaged
Yet with a profound presence that welcomes me
Your mocha eyes lock with mine, and the energy flows
In a growing crescendo of electric blue and yellow
Between us in a complete and perfect circle again
6/8/16
© by Author
Categories:
rosettes, color, love, wife,
Form:
Free verse
Behold the beauty!
a bliss! a miracle!
deep in azure cloak,stretching end to end,
at far horizon burns an amber ring,
morphing sleeping sapphire sheet in tangerine ;
harbinger of dawn!
birds rise high,dancing in skies
escorting the soothing rays,chained in feathers,
bathing every leaf and petal;
the golden disc charm the cerulean,
rising in all glory,the bright of sun,
inseparable from earth's womb
and i sit alone
its warmth kiss my soul.
down in turquoise pond,hovering with taro green
reflecting nature's passion;
rosettes burgundy that spread,
painted amidst the lilies of all shade;
and the mosaic so form,
sanctuary of mallard, heron, swan
enrapture my soul!
soon the sky turns grey,
fine fresh sprinkles play,
gaping the mighty clouds, it hail!
heaven pours sweet elixir;
so sing the cricket,creeper,hopper alike
so dance the birds spreading feathers white
and the rain ripples the pond,kissing the petal
so form music,beat to beat symphony mingle;
and i sing along
the fresh drops wake my soul
when shower is done,peep again the sun
and blossoms a garland of mystic seven
hue mingling in another
so form rainbow ,majestic
aroma lingering in air,ecstatic
and i stare alone
its charm color my soul
dawn to dusk,sets the sun
the bright dying in artistry,
portraying the skies mystery;
and when twilight whelms,
empyrean unravels;
silver crescent rises;
countless celest glitters across,
floating in heavenly sea;
and i lay amaze
the shine brightens the soul
bewitching beauty!
a bliss! a miracle!
5/12/17
Categories:
rosettes, beauty, nature,
Form:
Free verse
As I recall my past, it was a sea kissed life
summers spent roaming the Rabbit Burrows
cradled by dunes, beyond Tramore strand
towels stretched out on Woodstown beach
soft powdered sand, surrounded by forest
adventures in the Saleens, daring quicksand
of swimming with dad, high jumping waves
falling, laughing in great gulps of salt water
free and fearless, in our bare bronzed years
It was a sea salted life of wave-washed castles
of tide pools, alive with translucent shrimps
carmine anemones sucked tight to the rocks
periwinkles, hermit crabs, a world of shells
baby pink crabs moving sideways over stone
textured algae, salted, crisping in the heat
our faces stinging with sand and hot sunshine
we spent hours with nets, exploring the pools
After months and years of living near the sea
the landscape became an essential part of me.
I saw fuchsia ballerinas pirouette the breeze
sea pinks, grassy rosettes swaying on cliff tops
rocket, tiny lilac petals with succulent leaves
valerian, a candy floss pink, sweetly scented
We picked them and pressed them into books
I recall my child’s life with a skipping heart
when summers seemed to shine eternal
The rock pools taught us to treasure nature
togetherness bred a strong sense of self
a respect for the sea, the taste of freedom
when I open a book, I often find a flower
and shells - this child is forever combing
Categories:
rosettes, adventure, childhood, family, father,
Form:
Free verse