Best Stamen Poems
where crystals gleam
i want to lie
where the scented lily opens
reveals its stamen
tender as babies breath
as unavoidable as our sun's and moon's provocative union
as desirable as a cooling whisper on a hot humid day
as necessary as the blistering heat
a dream yet to be dreamt
in my wanting
an explosion
an us reality
you are the joy of laughter
boxed, wrapped, gifted
all the gems of no monetary value - priceless
moments absorbed fully
womanhood sings
and i respond in kind
climb beyond frozen minds
where pianos open
radiate warmth
cradle purity
my will nestled in the notes
where crystals gleam
i want to lie
July 25 2016
Maurice Yvonne
Categories:
stamen, love,
Form:
Free verse
Slowly, gracefully your leaves dance in the early morning breeze,
gold edges winking seductively as they pirouette past reaching limbs.
Like blazing dreams they mesmerize me as the sun glimmers silver
against the mazarine sky, teasing me as they tickle past.
Fragrant petals glitter waking sunlight that slowly dries the dew
upon the delicate stamen lashes in your compassionate blue eyes.
Bright and gentle, they watch as the shadows creep slowly through the forest
gazing upon each tiny detail, the changing hues, each movement, and me.
I can feel them watch me, caress me and, sometimes angry, burn me,
but as quickly, your bud drips its viscous nectar to cool the seething flames
and you quiver your branches in chiding whispers of reproaching laughter
as I sulk like a child enveloped in your caring, calming, airy shade.
I lean against your smooth lovely bark and you soothe me.
Long and tall reaching to touch the pillows at the tender feet of heaven,
your slender leafy fingertips spread above me shading my heavy, moist brow.
Though older than I your timeless wisdom entices and allures me.
Oh beautiful gentle tree, how easily could I love you.
03/18/17
Categories:
stamen, allegory,
Form:
Free verse
A Matt Calliri Contest: Are You A Mouse or A Mountain
18 June 24
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Comes the morning fog
sprawling on my territory where northern glens dry from rotten stubble and mess of debris... damp damp.
Above, waterfalls tumble with litter,
splinters of broken glass flushing
ashed moisture 'round lakes: how truant seasons' passages rip this my velvety robe...
I recoil to whisper Am I growing older than I should?
Along my tired arms, maples which once stood guard now unbutton pistil and stamen of flowers, pillaged by unwanted ravens.
Sunray breaks... these dim eyes watch how moss of layered mist covers my earthen soil wasted along paths of disheveled rocks.
Under my keep,
wrestling with predators bear wounds, scars this
body tries to heal.
My voice trembles to speak, Men-holes, do you come from a heritage of thieves, of beasts?
No one answers : like so, I trace my own life-stretch , reflecting on the snuff of earth's glory.
Down my mottled chest, I fondle the awakening of infant grass --all plump and fertile --
A promise within the cavity of time...that an intercepted light of next interlude could rise,
where man and my nature- self greet,
not until not until...
Categories:
stamen, feelings, mountains,
Form:
Narrative
The Dilettante Diaries: "In Stasis, Black Iris"
Oriental Lily's
Stamen bleeds
blush ochre dust
like icing sugar
duelling tongues
sweet captive
musk
over stagnant
white pure perfume
Stains soft feather fingerprints
sweet bruises across warm velvet skin
imprints a new story
a kiss lingers
there just there
you know where
secret whispers begin
Again
Again
Ripe Tiger Lily
purrs
petals opening
languid longing
Luscious
Laugh
Vibrant
Sin
Again
Again
Velvet revolver
deep
like
Turin
Worships
the
Holy Ground
She grows in
new secrets sown
something grows
something begins
Again
Again
Aquarius eyes
languid pools
for windows
drinks her in
like a
hummingbird
drinks her
charms within
Leo addictive deep
crimson
she is vibrating
Life
draws you in
Luna cool
kisses her
heat
she is the
Sun
revolving
you her muse
a lesson for now,
lean in
A revolver cocked
for killing past hurts
opens petals
ruinous
deep ripe purple
plum
unfurls
begins
begins
again
again
Evergreen
Verdant
Elixir they
sleep to dream
Just words
in the
luminiferous aether
waiting
waiting
waiting
intoxicating
New Chapter
In Stasis is
Black Iris
Surrenders
control
relenquished
Souls are
transforming
trading
Black Iris
lies in waiting
(Lovejoy-Burton/September, 2018)
1. Georgia O'Keeffe, "Black Iris", 1926
2. https://www.georgiaokeeffe.net/
3. https://www.npr.org/2011/07/21/138467808/stieglitz-and-okeeffe-their-love-and-life-in-letters
4. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QEdKPHGHoMc
Categories:
stamen, art, freedom, imagery, psychological,
Form:
Romanticism
Lines more lunatic than the sun – 7
playing on the raw-coal
the under-clothes of the airhostesses
continue to sing a song
even-then the germination of the almonds
can never become the sugar-candy
made of palmyra
may be they don’t want so
until and unless any night-guard comes
and deposits the RBCs of the jack-fruit-leaves
within a wrinkle-free hand-glove
you do absorb all colours
from the soil of the earthworms
and thus unfold your open hair
along the air of this cloudy day
then none but the gughni-sellers
will get back their names and titles
there is from the sky of the timber of hog-plum
it has rained even last night
the streets are wet
the trees are wet
there is splashing mud in the low lands
those all full-of-incidents
if you wish
you can send them
to the introduction of a proposal against war
i’ve never heard that
to take the responsibility
of the starving south-east
the rain has put down its crown
Lines more lunatic than the sun – 8
all on a sudden
one day again
i face the isabgool
the own fountain of vraj-kishore
may be, wants to fly away in such a manner
to another afternoon
my tiffin-expenses cann’t discover that valley
till now
from where
it is said
all night-gowns begins
then i’m sitting
with my hands and legs spread
in the sun-light
filled with
the sound of chopping of cabbages
on the flowers of the sun-plant
that are in-between the wife and her mother-in-law
i exercise my intelligence very much
if the question of my security is raised
it is only a ‘for-God’s-sake’-like adjuration
the knot of a white handkerchief is so much heavy
i don’t know earlier
my knowledge of using prosody
getting amalgamated calmly
with the stamen used by the sleep
Categories:
stamen, allegorysun, proposal,
Form:
Blue Butterfly
O' Butterfly! Blue Butterfly!
Where have you been
Night's bitter...cold...
Unending, friend.
O' Butterfly! Blue Butterfly!
Bring love again...
Stay 'till I'm old
And to death's end.
Come! Then love! Let's go, you and I!
Let's fly through the poppies and lie
In the fields of forget-me-nots
Play on the fruit up in tree tops
Taste sweet necter on stamen tips
Kissing gently their blooming lips
Quench our thirsts by the singing brook
And greet the sun with each new look!
O' Butterfly! Blue Butterfly!
How can I know
You will not leave?
Dare I trust so?
O' Butterfly! Blue Butterfly!
Wind...hear it blow?
And on that breeze
You up and go.
~by Deborah Burch©
4/01/2011
Form: verse
Categories:
stamen, allegory, blue, love, nature,
Form:
Verse
"Taken, Possessed"
I’d kiss those scars
Trace them with my warm breath
All the way up both paths
To where King Stamen stands erect and
Star tipped towards my shining jade moons dark lit
Kiss him where a glistening pearl drop
Waits wet and haunted
Ready to be mesmerised
Sibilant and silent he whispers
Lay it upon me
And so too,
I grant that wish,
he's wilfully taken
Scars in his mind
dissolving kissed in kind
his crown now all mine
He now reigns me in,
My Blue Sky
Possessed
(LadyLabyrinth/2020)
"Haunted" / Beyonce
https://youtu.be/PpA57LU8Z1A
For "My Blue Sky"
https://youtu.be/fO4OkwNEid0
Categories:
stamen, desire, muse, passion, sensual,
Form:
Romanticism
The pistil and the stamen
stood upright and waiting
for the bee.
Honey, can you pollinate me?
The wisteria pods burst
on the cicada's feet
as off it flew
to more vines so sweet.
Every day
within the play
of insect and plant,
sex provides the wonder
of evolution's dance.
Categories:
stamen, life, nature, science,
Form:
Rhyme
My love like steel and silk
cuts through you
splutters your blood
watermelon juice down a throat
Wipes it with yellow silken ribbon
for you to suck afresh
that you may find your
Godly seed within
My love like dragonflies and bees
silently landing on stamen or pistils
alchemising nectar into patterned
dust upon transparent wings
Earth rewards my love with morning glory
steel severs sunflower stems
silkworms crawl into a wet rose centre
pollen stolen in sparkling dew
My steely silken love refreshed
from your flowered stickiness
Categories:
stamen, 12th grade, emotions, extended
Form:
Free verse
Deep in the Caribbean coral reef;
A bright blue rose, one salted leaf.
The stem has strength of ancient gods.
The roots of time have not withered
Her petals of truth grow strong with age
Her story unfolds from a watery cage
Her stamen: the history of man.
I knew her well, Aqua, my wife.
No longer seen with mortal eye,
You don't hear her sobs: her cry
No sweet hello's, no fond good-bye.
Memories of undying love.
Floating serenely in waters blue
The hottest sunshine filtered through.
The Aqua Rose is my love true.
Her watery grave shall be redeemed.
Long before Aqua was a rose;
She was innocence, personified
She was mine and I was hers
Soon we shall share Eternity.
Inspired by Catie Lindsey's Contest " Tending the Sprouts "
My First POEM Dedicated to my Beloved L E N O R E
"Aqua Rose" was Written August 29, 1971 4 days After LENORE left me for "Glory"
Inspired by the Contest "Why oh Why?" Sponsored By "Constance~A Rambling Poet"
In Lovig Memory of My Beloved Wife "Lenore Ellen (Adams) Johnson"
From the Heart of "Harry Daniel Johnson" - AKA - HGarvey Daniel Esquire
Categories:
stamen, lost love, love, passion,
Form:
Free verse
Shards of listening sunflowers, she's trapped in the gardens reflection,
contaminated shattered seedlings was not the topiary's intention,
inside the stamen, her severed particles, causing an afflicted defection,
scraps of glass and plastic lies beneath the roots, depleting the petals complexion,
the world divides into pieces from this stagnant pollution infection.
Date Written: February 23, 2016
For The Contest, Fragment of Life, Sponsor, Broken Wings
Categories:
stamen, earth, nature, pollution,
Form:
Monorhyme
"Immaculate"
I’d like to write something
beautiful for once,
divinely dripping with honey
and milk that washes white
like stamen juice over the uncut,
the bees all come to drink
the heady dew,
stroking their black down
over dusky aubergine-eyed
blue forget-me-knots,
the nots touched by thorns
those slippery rosary beads
coddled warm between the hidden
breasts of petulant nuns
bending in their black habits
unfettered roses
pistils sticky with stigma
covertly kneeling before their
uncovered dreams
of nakedness blanketed
in the sun's light
warm and flaming
as a forbidden kiss
plucked passionately
immaculate
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
pistil.
stigma.
Categories:
stamen, muse,
Form:
Narrative
Proliferation the wonder of it all
from a tiny seed becomes a tree tall
pollen from stamen floats on winds call
DNA puzzles do many enthrall
Written instruction for what it becomes
answers to life’s perplexing problems
a manual so tiny naked eye cannot see
engineering so fine progresses what is to be
Stored information that’s dynamic in action
investigation that understands just a fraction
plants that convert light into sugar
directions malfunction converted to injure
So much of language we don’t understand
and deny designer on length of it’s strand
like God we conceive with plans and action
to science becomes a single mans passion
We draw and layout a similar pattern
imitation configured by nature so learn
skill of arrangement and execution
who would replace design with evolution
We ourselves imitate all creation
by things produced in every nation
like God we delight to work something new
to admit being like God are those of us few
Why do so many have difficult time
that like our Father have creative mind
able to produce from imaginative skill
beauty and pleasure which in our souls thrill
Everything speaks of brilliant design
it’s language to the specifics define
communication of action individual speech
in every molecule order does teach
Expressions of Love in all that’s created
conditions within the things investigated
intelligence for foolishness many have traded
and thirst for learning becomes castigated
We comprehend not the speech of our tongue
or the effects upon whom it belong
direction of growth all order is spoken
connection with Father has become broken
Genetics embody progression of growth
contains language and communication both
from within does come outward advance
to intricate to have arrived by chance
In all of nature instruction is written
the Bible a book of directions submission
to understand Love and how we should live
and what is hidden within his missive
Jehovah to earth sent his only begotten
with his sacrifice might our hearts soften
so we might have our freedom of speech
to understand the heights that we may reach
COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC?
Categories:
stamen, creation, life, miracle, nature,
Form:
Quatern
He awakens me at dawn with the touch of his first light
His warmth opens my azure bloom after the chill of night
I'm refreshed with the gift of reborn splendor from the sun
A Morning Glory on tendril vine, once day has begun
My gold stamen dances to attract thirsty hummingbirds
I wish I could express my gratefulness in human words
but he knows I adore him when he sees my big blue smile
Although in the garden, I'm considered a juvenile
It's time for the sun to sleep as he recedes in the West
So I'll close my eyes 'til morning, and take a little rest
~ ~ September 19th, 2017 ~ ~
Personification of Plant Contest
Hosted by: Kim Rodrigues
Categories:
stamen, flower, life, sun,
Form:
Personification
Petunias share shades of blue
with velvet centers gilded gold.
And white pinstripes enhance each hue,
marking petals vivid and bold.
Roses boast scented scarlet swirls
with crimson centers at their hearts.
And velvety, magenta curls
that exceed the sum of their parts.
Tulips mimic majestic bells,
flaunting colors from plum to fawn.
And their waxen beauty excels
in tints; only Nature can spawn.
Daffodils form trumpets mellow
with green pistils, cinnamon crowned.
And stamen are dusted yellow
where nuggets of pollen abound.
Flowers are Nature's living gems,
a plethora of rare jewels.
And in clusters or single stems,
when all is said the flower rules.
(Quatrain)
11/17/2015
Categories:
stamen, beautiful, color, daffodils, flower,
Form:
Quatrain