Best Verbena Poems
Amassed in flamboyant Azalea blooms when my garden is free of the cold.
Bird of Paradise, dressed in purple and orange, wear their colors so bold.
Crocus bloom when the mounds of snow finally melt and say, "Goodbye."
Daffodils display delightful faces and seem to be greeting me with a, "Hi."
Easter Cactus in pink and salmon, adds bursts of color in hanging pots.
Favorite in my garden are the carpets of romantic little Forget-Me-Nots.
Gardenia shrubs line my walkways with sweetest scent to tempt the bees.
Hyacinths are compact flowers on a single stem, but cause me to sneeze.
In early Spring my beds of Irises trumpet that a new season has begun.
Jasmine on the vine attracts hummingbirds in my garden spots full of sun.
Kerria bushes keep my yard enhanced in shades of chartreuse and gold.
Lily of the Valley is said to bring lots of happiness to the young and old.
Mock Orange, a pretty perfumed flower, prim and proper in purest white.
Nandina, Heavenly Bamboo, have bronzed red leaves of medium height.
Oleander clusters are a riot of color on the end of green foliage so tall.
Peonies add charm and grace in pink pastels all along my garden wall.
Queen of the Prairie in the landscape, reach up to the sun and the sky.
Rusty Foxglove is a late Spring perennial, I find very pleasing to the eye.
Sharing a treasured vase with them, I will select the lovely Shasta Daisy.
Three Lobe Spirea (Bridal Veil), is so easy to grow it could make me lazy.
Under the shade trees grow Urn Bromiliads, on driftwood from the river.
Verbena is Queen of the rock garden, in shades of burgundy she'll deliver.
Wisteria, in white or lavender, hangs in sadness until it withers away to die.
Xylosma blooms in masses of berries, in hedge rows of separation they lie.
Yarrow's blossoms are medicinal, likes dry soil and an occasional drought.
Zesty Zephyr Lily can grow in the wild but it's one I could never do without.
{April 23rd, 2016 ~ Shadow Hamilton's "Spring Flowers" Contest}
My ornamental garden is one of the rare ones
It requires of course "green fingers"
a lot of patience and love
With complementary colors
Allysum, Lion's mouth, Tagetes,
Petunia, Soffila, Bluegrass,
Sinnia, Verbena, Surfinga,
Diligent Lise, Asters, Cosmos,
Million Bells, Pegonia
and Fuksia is just a few
of the plants that can be found
in the many flower beds and pots
A paradise for bees and butterflies
they sip sweet nectar from my plants
Nature's compositions are complex
and nicely customized
A sense of Nirvana and deep meditation
Welcome to my garden
share the ability to enjoy the sunshine
and the flowers in simplicity and harmony
25/10/2019
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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Writing Challenge, October- Flower or Flowers
Sponsored by: Dear Heart- Wiishkobe Ode
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Enchanted was I with a cloying scent...
whiffs of wild magnolia
mingled with the woodsy tang
of her lemon verbena perfuming the air
Like Samson's strength, the sun's threads of gold
were clipped by silver shears
of an ascending pearlescent moon
How sweet the bloom of love ~
We slowly walked around the lake
By the zenith of eventide
we were serenaded by a cicada symphony
in rhythmic allegro thrum...
In the distance... howling of a feral creature
crying with need of a mate
How wild the passion of love ~
She tensed at his wailing call
soothed with murmurs and kisses
Her heart beat in sync with my own...
tympani drums keeping time
like the pendulum of a metronome
How musical the lyrics of love ~
Her eyes met mine...
mirroring myriads of sparkling stars
gleaming as bright as a prismed diamond
I would pledge my troth tonight...
Here, beneath a celestial bower
How heavenly the gift of love ~
A tendril of long wavy hair
blew across her cheek
I crimped it around my finger
then released a raven curl
My lips whispered softly...
I bent to her like a willow to the shore
How eager the need of love ~
When I knelt
she trembled at my intent...
Bodies clinging, we swam fathoms deep
surrendering to each other as eternal lovers
passionately torrid... reverently tender
How plumb the depth of love ~
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March 23, 2021
Eight Word Bardenesque Challenge
Sponsored by John Hamilton
Enchanted was I with a cloying scent...
whiffs of wild magnolia
mingled with the woodsy tang
of lemon verbena perfuming the air
Like Samson's strength, the sun's threads of gold
were clipped by silver shears
of an ascending pearlescent moon
How sweet the bloom of love ~
We slowly walked around the lake
By the zenith of eventide
serenaded by a cicada symphony
in rhythmic allegro thrum...
In the distance, the howling of a feral creature
crying with need of a mate
How wild the passion of love ~
She tensed at his wailing call
soothed with murmurs and kisses
Her heartbeat in sync with my own...
tympani drums keeping time
like the pendulum of a metronome
How musical the lyrics of love ~
Her eyes met mine...
mirroring myriads of sparkling stars
gleaming as bright as a prismed diamond
I would pledge my troth tonight...
Here, beneath a celestial bower
How heavenly the gift of love ~
A tendril of long wavy hair
blew across her cheek
I crimped it around my finger
then released a raven curl
My lips whispered softly...
I bent to her like a willow to the shore
How eager the need of love ~
When I knelt
she trembled at my intent...
Bodies clinging, we swam fathoms deep
surrendering to each other as eternal lovers
passionately torrid... reverently tender
How plumb the depth of love ~
A walk through the meadow seems in order
The sun is peaking through some wispy cloud,
Coreopsis is in full bloom along the border
While verbena and cosmos are standing proud.
I make my way through the overgrown path
Pushing aside the wild carrot and floss flower,
Knowing I’ll have beggar’s lice as an aftermath
Causing my nosy neighbor to snicker and glower.
It’s a fine, fine day; butterflies are everywhere
And the mockingbird’s are tweetering melodies
As I get closer to the tree line a-way over there
Where the squirrels will jump between the trees.
I do not expect to see deer since I’m rather late
And they are generally feeding in early morn,
So they’ll have bedded down in hidden shade
They have long weaned their early spring born.
Surprisingly, I see an opossum trundling along
Three or four young’uns clinging to her back.
Picking a bouquet of flowers, I break into song,
And hear scuttling noises, I’ve disturbed a pack
Of nesting quail, fairly close, and off to my right,
Streaking in a flurry their white underbellies flay
I locate them just in time to see them take flight.
I’ll get on home to vase my wildflower bouquet.
Written August 6, 2022
I wanted to add purple to my garden, she said.
She was lucky to have me, I thought in my head.
What about catmint, hydrangea, or meadow rue?
She looked confused, like she did not know what to do.
There is always lavender, corydalis, alluring allium too.
She took a step back and landed heavily on my shoe.
Spiderwort, mist flower, violet, anise, I suggested to her.
She did not respond fast, so I mentioned lupine, so pure.
How do you know so much about flowers, she asked me.
I don’t know, I guess I have grown up with them naturally.
Verbena, leading lady plum and bellflower might be the way…
She screamed, turned on her heel, and ran squarely away.
Written 6-5-2022
Contest: Purple Flower Contest
Sponsor: Nayda Ivette Negron Flores
Here in the trash I found a wonderful thing,
Slightly sticking up from the furniture bin.
Covered in dirt with four legs and a stand,
Was a wonderful piece that needs my hand.
I reached down to grab it from within the trash,
I noticed a beautiful ruffled bright sash.
The sash was bright yellow wrapping the leg,
So I pulled it all out to see what I had.
To my amazement I found a wonderful petina,
A flowery design of old paint like verbena.
I unwrapped the sash so very carefully,
As I set it on the ground, it sets perfectly.
I put it in my truck to take this home,
A wonderful piece to fix up and call my own.
Did some careful washing and scrubbed the sash clean,
That yellow sash would look great with the light green.
Moments went by as I brushed on some varnish,
Then let it dry before I added the sash garnish.
Now, with a slight curve from the bottom of the legs,
A beautiful planter stands with a sash around the edge.
This is my story of a lone Saturday trip to the dump,
Never knowing something like this was hiding in that clump.
“A garden to walk in and immensity to dream in–what more could he ask? A few flowers at his feet and above him the stars.”
– Victor Hugo
Amassed in my garden are Azalea and gladiola blooms of gold
Bird of Paradise in purple and orange, wear their colors so bold
Crepe Myrtle trees offer shade when the sun is high in the sky
Daffodils display their faces... their charm is pleasing to my eye
Each morning I'm greeted by bougainvillea, flowering on its vine
Fairy statues along paths where ruby throated hummingbirds dine
Gardenia line my walkways with a sweet scent to tempt honeybees,
Hovering among red hibiscus, swaying in the bower upon a breeze
In abundance are Irises, trumpeting that Spring has at last begun
Jasmine scents my garden, planted where they get full sun
Keeping cool is easy, for beneath twin willows I've hung a swing
There, I'm quite content listening to songbirds trilling as they sing
Magnolia will soon open to reveal their petals of purest white
Nature surrounds me in my sanctuary from dawn til moonlit night
Oleander are a riot of color within green foliage, standing tall
Pleasantly charming are the climbing roses upon my garden wall
Quite peaceful is this refuge where I spend hours writing poetry,
Reading romance novels while drinking glasses of sweet tea
Sharing my hideaway is something I very seldom want to do,
Though I'd gladly invite you to see my hydrangea in shades of blue
Under a trellis of Morning Glory, I've Bromeliads in pots of clay
Verbena grows near the bird bath where tiny sparrows play
White and lavender wisteria, hang in bunches that look like grapes
Xanthic blooms of yellow, capture my vision as daylight escapes
Yet, I know the beauty of my garden will not be lost in the night
Zealous fireflies will swarm, attracting mates with their glowing light
May 21, 2022
ABCEDARIAN CONTEST
Sponsored by Caren Krutsinger
Oh let me leave
Everyday life
And just dream
Of my garden
Beneath the snow
Oh the yellow
Flowers growing
Vibrant blues
Inspirational
Winter dreaming
Such beauty
Considerations
To different shapes
And textures
Planting colors
Mass harmony
Bright red
Tulips and pansies
Phlox- dusty miller
Woven together
Waves of color
Verbena trailing
Lobelia purple
Different heights
Wild as nature
Red primrose
Blue daisies
Yellow marigold
Just winter dreams
Of my garden
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January 4, 2016
Poetry/Anacreontic Verse/Winter Dreaming
Copyright Protected, ID 16-741-375-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Submitted to the contest, Anacreontic Verse 2
Sponsor, Edward Ebbs
Second Place
Across the road wild verbena
Wide open arena display
A field's array phenomena.
Would modena clover bouquet
More buffet my heart's cortina?
No! Verbena made this sweet day
A form called Wreath
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Definitions:
Verbena is a lavender or light purple blossoming plant that can be wild or hybertized
Phenomena_ something remarable
Modena_crimson
Buffet_beat upon
Cortina_cobbwebby veil consisting of silky fibrils
And in my dream- I am a yesterday dreamer,
I am transported to a long ago summer;
and become lost in a sea of blooms and glitter,
where I roam touching each fragile flower.
I know this place- it is the garden of mother,
where a butterfly drifts like a sun dancer;
yes, I recall that bright painted daisy cluster,
and the swaying sweet scented lavender.
Delightful are the phlox- in a tapestry border,
and those pink parfait verbena crawlers;
rich blue are the morning glory hangers,
and the black-eyed susan are still stunners.
I walk in awe- a flower garden picker,
and little birds came to a wooden feeder;
the air is full of their constant chatter,
even the whirling, twirling of a hummer.
I see my childhood cat- I called her Whisper,
but my dream is fading and memories scatter;
I try to hold on by dreaming just a bit deeper,
oh no, everything is gone in one last quiver.
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May 22, 2018
Poetry/Monorhyme/Oh Come, Come Sweet Dreamer
Copyright Protected, Id 05-1025-088-22
All Rights Reserved, 2018, Constance La France
what will you feel
when you see
the summer
smiles their brightness
through portulaca and verbena
what will you hear
when spring comes
and flutters with
their daylight wings
through swallows and thrushs
what will you dream
through the bloomy twilights
till
the wet dews welcome
your new day
share me
not
those mournful stories
sing me
not
those sad songs
what will you answer
when you read
this
springing questions
~(c) Sukmawati Komala~
Feb 2014
Early spring crocus
Hardy purple pansies
Tall clusters of verbena
Vines of morning glory
Arabella clematis
Ornamental allium blooms
Lupinesque wild indigo
Slender wild hyacinth
Faithful canterbury bells
Dignified cattleya orchid
Vibrant effervescent cyclamen
Statuesque gladiola
Cosmopolitan heliotrope
Spiked liatris flowers
Grandiflora petunia
Magical mystic merlin
Unfurling crested iris blossoms
Climbing cascades of wisteria
AP: Honorable Mention 2021, Front Page Pick 2021
Submitted on May 30, 2022 for contest PURPLE FLOWERS sponsored by NAYDA IVETTE NEGRON FLORES - RANKED 2ND
and on March 10, 2022 for contest GARDEN INSPIRATIONS sponsored by BJ LEGROS KELLEY - RANKED 3RD
Orange cosmos flowers inside a circle
along with the canna indica flowers;
A big smile of welcome at the front entrance. Followed by Pink, red and yellow ixoras,
the fully bloomed harlequin wonders;
Enthrall butterflies and sun birds
Violet, Red and new comer pink Balsums
are the evergreen shrub
The nonpareil Marvels
Night blooming jasmine flowers
adorn the sideways of the garden;
Meant to engross the moths
The bright yellow alamanda,
the heroine of our garden.
Made us fall in love with yellow
Glittering stars in the morning,
blaze like the diamonds in red and yellow;
The spectacular magic of sun plants
The black night shade plants
bear the inky purple sun berries;
Food for the red vented bulbuls
The Red hibiscus at the corner
attracts everyone's sights
by its innocent grin
The 4'o clock mandharai flowers
unfurl attractive perfumes
and embellish our garden in the evening
Grass green climber braces,
trumpet shaped madevillas,
The small stabs on flowers,
connote attendances of sun birds
Cutest creepers I've ever seen,
amidst the tall green grass;
The metallic blue Verbena
Sometimes our old friends Asian Koels
and our migrating friends Brahminy starlings
visit for their breakfast.
Mynas sing like parrots
and sometimes imitate Koels;
Mimicry Experts they're
Some plants are hostplants
of the common mormons, jezebels,
praying mantis and the signature spiders
Yellow billed blabbers,
the king of our garden;
The faithful defender of our home,
none can step in without their consent.
Squirrels scamper here and there,
and elegant butterflies in the air
proliferate happiness everywhere
Have you ever seen a place like this anywhere?
To embrace glee, you no need to be a Billionare.
Just Visit our garden, you will feel the real bliss, I swear!
PRETTY HARVEST
Summer soaks up the vivacious sunlight,
scented with nature’s lemon verbena.
Her soft-hued dress resembles candlelight,
She’s long and lean, with tanned wick and dark hair.
A backdrop of warm tones of burnt orange,
incite her virtuous figure to blaze.
Shallow waves of wheat stroke her graceful feet,
She’s a pretty harvest, ready to reap.
10/19/2016
8-LINE MAX OLD OR NEW POETRY CONTEST/Rick Parise