Best Sunflowers Poems
Flirty Sunflowers
sultry sunflowers
stretch long necks to kiss the sun …
on tippy tiptoes
08-01-2014
Contest: Any Poem Under 5 lines #1
Sponsor: Poet Destroyer A
Placement: 4th
In eastern lands, where once did roam
The winds of peace, and fields of home
Now echoes sound of bombs and gun
As war in Ukraine, is far from done
The sky once blue, now turned to gray
With smoke and dust, that won't away
And children's laughter, now replaced
By cries of pain, in this historic place
With each new day, new battles fought
As brothers clash, with brothers sought
And homes once filled, with love and grace
Now lie in ruins, in this darkened space
Oh, how we long, for peace to reign
And end this war, this endless pain
Let hearts unite, in hope and prayer
For Ukraine, for peace, and love to share.
As brief as summer you swept
across my heart's desert
like a Santa Ana wind's hot caress.
Now the eastern passes
are still as virgin rocks
unto a land whispering
of forgotten wildflowers.
In your absence marigolds bloom not
with the disappeared mockingbird.
Only as the last petals
of amaryllis wither do I ache.
You brought me a translucence
of amber for my burnished bouquet.
Love was an ebullience of golden wheat,
our laughter a resplendence of sunflowers.
5/17/17
Sunflowers like smiling balloons,
round and robust, sounds
of the stem bobbing like a string
tied not to the past but to the soons.
Lost before noon, the duct
let out one final tear. Now
she is nearer to God than me.
Like a sheepdog, I guard my Dad.
Sunflowers, weaved into a frame,
deluded in happiness while we pass.
Petals pull at the heart, switching
moods between Winter and Spring.
His tears fill up palm lake, pulsing
of his broken heart. All delusions
fall off the cliff. Reality of life
without her, within.
Sunflowers’ dark brown centers,
the grief stricken eyes, tarred
and feathered. Childlike questions,
those eyes open wide…
So pretty purple urn; claustrophobic
words can’t contain the expression
of who she is-was. Ashes in eyes and
hearts of contemporary ascendants.
Sunflowers’ reflections, so alive,
slowly dying. We watch ourselves
fading. The funeral parading
before us, bypassing us.
She waits...
at that spot he promised to reach...
When the dark blue and grey sky
Lightens up to pink and pearl grey
At the moment, just before dawn
Under the huge mango tree
Besides the splendid sunflower garden
She waits for him...
With hope...
The young bright golden sunflowers
In the garden
With beautiful brilliant yellow petals
And dark tiny florets in the middle
Their vibrant faces swinging
With slow dainty movements
Towards east
Waiting
Anticipating
The arrival of 'light'
The golden glorious 'sun'
For its dazzling rays of 'hope'
As the golden ball ascends
At the crack of dawn
The magical sky radiates
Hues of yellow, orange and red
And a silhouette of birds
Fly against the gorgeous sun
At the sight of the mighty sun
The sunflowers gracefully glow,
Swaying gently
To bask in it's glow and warmth
Under the tall mango tree
Hoping to see the 'light' of her life...
She still waits...
Submitted for: Flower Or Flowers In Imagism Form Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Shoulder to shoulder
Yellow petals, smiling faces
A field of delight
sunflowers are grown commercially here.
It is amazing to see fields of them..all facing the same way.
After our not so delicious meal, we started home
He turned onto our usual well-worn road
Headed west where we bumped across raised railroad tracks
There at the octagon shaped stop sign turned northwest
Feeling sated and situated on the road home
Home where the old weak heart resides
Home where comfy cotton clothes are worn
Home where feet are adorned with thong sandals
It is at least forty-five minute drive
Through rural Georgia with flourishing farmland
Verdant pastures next to many neat old homeplaces
Ones we see at least three times a month
Today something different caught our old tired eyes
A golden-yellow field but also a deep, pine green
Both of these old people wondered aloud
What is that growing over there?
With each passing second, we drew closer
Our old eyes began to grasp the beauty
The grace, symmetry of this four acre field
It was sunflowers, glorious sunflowers
I told my husband to turn onto the closer county road
Go onto a road less traveled by us and many
On that country road not well-traveled
Stood sunflowers, somewhat drooped on a cloudy day
However, that is not all of the story
I don't know if I have free versed enough
Should I go on?
Maybe save the rest for another day?
In
A bed
They grow tall
Golden yellow
Blossoms surround seed
Pods of dark brown beauty
Prickly, scratchy leaves upon
Strong, sturdy green stalks that reach high
Aiming for illuminating sun
Sunflowers are black and yellow
You’re a damn cute fellow
Our hands intertwined on the cello
With you, I want to sing the Sh-ha-shallow
Bougainvillea are purple and pink
Let me take you out for a drink
Together our glasses will clink
Oh, you make my heart sink!
Stems that stretch out to reach warmth
Undulating in a dewy field
Nodding approval to passersby
Flowers that stand out, boasting huge blooms
Leaving lasting impressions
Our hearts keep these memories
When they fade in autumn’s chill
Each bloom scatters seeds
Replenishing the specie and ensuring their return when
Summer beckons once more
*May 21, 2021
For Malabika Ray Choudhury’s Sunflower contest
xanthic sunflowers
fields ablaze with golden blooms …
rainbow arcs in sky
Haiku or Senyru Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France
07/23/20
Sunflowers,
cheddar-cheese petals
surrounding seedy-brown-mustard centers,
stand guard over hot summer pavement
like mighty oaks.
Laughing children
run in and out the yellow forest,
slaying dragons,
rescuing damsels in distress,
then pretending to be astronauts
sailing across space
to a planet inhabited
by tall, green stalk-like aliens
with golden helmets.
Did van Gogh imagine such things
as he painted so many saffron blooms?
Did their sunny dispositions
have any effect on him?
Did he really love those festive flowers?
Look for answers in the pensive starry night.
In the flowery open field,
yellow sunflowers,
colorful suns are...
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s of white sunflowers ~
bright b u r g e o n
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sensational eyes -
philanthropical lashes
with sunny outlook