Best Violet Poems
Violet, a lovely lady, kin to Purple, can be a contradiction.
Between her fellows Red and Blue (yet more inclined to Blue),
she lies with a calm passion! Unique and unconventional is she!
A symbol of humility, through the ages she has listened to confessions
as she draped the shoulders of Roman Catholic priests.
Yet often in society, she’s been seen as extravagant and vain!
Just for having embellished the rooms and the attire
of monarchs, emperors, and princes,
and just because Violet is flattering to the yellow found in gold,
should she then be punished for her wealth of beauty?
Should her shades with other lovely names such as
Lilac, Lavender, Amethyst, and Mauve
be seen in any other way as simply gorgeous?
Perhaps for her ambiguity as she shifts to deeper reddish hues
then back to cool blue, she is perceived in western culture
as uncertain and ambivalent, for she is not popular with the masses.
Van Gogh, however, understood her,
painting her as irises and showing her in swirls of stars!
And in the oriental world, where she is extolled,
she radiates the sublime harmony of the universe,
as the melding of the yin and yang of red and blue.
Violet, who sometimes spreads herself splendidly
across the twilight skies
and peeks out from rainbows,
is a beauty so rarely seen in nature
that the birds, stones and plants that she enchants
are not even too numerous to name.
Have you seen her purple pearl or coral in the sea?
Have you heard the song of African violet-backed starlings?
But oh! Violet loves flowers. . . Besides her small sweet namesake,
She colors crocuses, petunias, asters, geraniums and pansies.
Not many other things in nature does Violet cling to,
yet she adores the grape and plum,
and with a certain whimsy, she’s charmed purple cabbage,
the turnip, eggplant, and beets!
Rare lady in nature, Violet, my adored, why is it that you are not more loved?
As I cross a field of lavender and breathe you in, the answer to my question
eludes me.
A purple temperature within my gloves—
For this night, the bleak snow is on and on,
Which I am gathering your meaning of—
For our knit in-between is slowing, gone.
I'm to your losses; snowflakes lavender,
And straddling the fence, the timbre aches—
On your mauve dress, redeeming ice sheets turn;
In such moments, solid again, we're made.
My own part in skies— a paralyzed blue,
Where dark clouds wreathe in and out of interest;
Know the true day will dawn and set with you—
Sun's beg on rolling stones for violet.
Violet
star stream
flowing
across
the
soullessness
of
mundane dream...
Whispering "everything's alright.
She's thriving like a spring fed rose in saintly gardens.
An angel brightly glowing.
...of this dream.
I staggered along a ragged path.
Through a battlefield of metal devils-called "quartered living.
Faith folding and unfolding.
Garnished with ogres slinging burning orbs of fire.
Halos of insanity...
This is when violet star sashayed in.
Soothing me
Shielding me
Her weeping rosary telling me.
That she loved and missed my heart.
Re-fastened our very being with a satin dream kiss.
That had tattered in the talon of time...
lifted me across the bloody broken battered fields.
...into the arms of forever
where the beat of pristinely only flies.
So fly my love, fly ever so softly into me.
If dreams mean anything
I know it won't be long.
till we dance the dance of butterflies.
Over green sprigs and lacy things in a warm summer wind.
In the heart pond of gilded tomorrows.
We'll gently drift about.
Make origami sunflower love.
High upon a gilded glade...
If dreams mean anything
death is just a splash
of black pebbles
in a violet starry stream....
If dreams mean anything,
pick a bouquet of
violets in sky blue silk
catch a fragrant dream
an emotional balance
color of eternity
05/03/2021
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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Lavender-rose violet skies!
Oh, to be met each day like this.
Deliciousness feeding the eyes -
lavender-rose violet skies.
Something to savor at sunrise -
the flavor of pre-breakfast bliss -
lavender-rose violet skies.
Oh, to be met each day like this!
Feb. 16, 2018
Deep Purple Violet
Deep purple Violet – hiding and quiet –
Beneath the forest greens;
Carefully we search for you
Or your dainty face hidden – not seen.
Nestled in a quiet place -
Modest in many hues -
Amethyst, purple, sometimes mauve,
A joyful surprise finding you.
Date: 1/28/19
Gif #1 Launched in Lavender
Do you remember the first heartbeat,
can you feel the fire echo
upon the wings of your violet velvet intellect
as zero zimmers into the sums of your senses,
a spectrum of semi precious salts
hums to the success of your dramatics
while Destiny demands your rarest diamond,
Time running from Numbers hunting the Future
looks to you for leadership,
Age hesitates in the mirror for your smile,
God becoming intimate in a ubiquitous moment
kisses your hyper mind
a flame looking to warm the world
as love suffering
excites ultra awareness,
when will God realize
that you're not a child chained to eternity
that you're ready for the war whips,
You summon sophistication
on the alter of Youth
by burning primrose promises
atop lavender coals,
Libido listens to the locks of loneliness loosen
your nipples tighten for the truth of temptation
ego moans in flames on a winter wasteland
this is the place where hopes land,
the thick fact of Fate
throbbing against your hot cheek
tells you that self pity will be punished,
a wild snowfall feathers your face,
eyelashes tickled by the purring of a tiger -
J.A.B. 2020
A violet ladyslipper’s seed did fly
On tropic breezes to cold forest’s womb
Her hidden beauty, a gift to the eye
Past bluebirds, saffron and red butterfly
On wings of her soul dream to come abloom
A violet ladyslipper’s seed did fly
A common pine this seed did dignify
This blooming desire, her heart did consume
Her hidden beauty, a gift to the eye
To survive, pitched struggle in forest dry
The delicate orchid’s dreams met their doom
A violet ladyslipper’s seed did fly
Her blossom was meager, yet seeds nigh
Fairest fate was not woven on God’s loom
Her hidden beauty, a gift to the eye
And ever her seedlings did multiply
In plumage full, daughters did bloom
A violet ladyslipper’s seed did fly
Her hidden beauty, a gift to the eye
6/19/16
For Contest: Villanelle Me a Flower
Sponsor: Broken Wings
budding beauty blushing
not coy but provocative
adoring flowers kissed her lips with color
wove a clasp to hold her long hair
tattooed their image on her face
she lives in a castle tower
prisoner of a would-be lover
scorned prince makes her dance weekly
intoxicating lecherous men in his court
they know she cannot be touched
elegant crimson ring on her delicate finger
prince’s claim on her well known
nightly she stares at the moon
enchanting celestial stars with her beauty
as tears of loneliness fall
knight on white steed approaches in dreams
fights to free her from solitude
fortress of stone weeps into its mote
lithe and lean, Violet slips through the turret’s bars
prepared to plunge into dark water
magnificent eagles in flock rescue her
grateful Violet winged to freedom
now she dances nightly
tantalizing only one man with her sultry ways
loving knight who could not scale the citadel
befriended savior eagles on a hilltop perch
while gazing at her face bathed in moonlight
* For the “Tell Her Story” contest sponsored by Constance La France ~A Rambling
Poet~
by Carolyn Devonshire
In London, away in a terrace
Half-hidden with elm trees and grime,
Lived young Violet, in her parents' house,
Left alone for near all of the time,
As her mother had no patience to teach her
And her father was working all day,
Violet read to herself through her childhood
Forgetting her seclusion in play,
Any friends she made as a young woman
Would laugh at her stitches and cloth,
For they knew that Violet was quite useless
And so showed their neat needlework off,
Poor Violet kept trying her best, but
Each time everyone ran her down,
She retreated back into her mind's warmth
Far away from that cold-blooded town,
Then one night, as the raindrops were piercing
Through the rueful, restricting twilight,
Violet threw on her Sunday attire and
Did at once in the darkness delight,
So she ran through the alleys and gardens,
Dancing down the pitch-black London streets,
Her beautiful dress flew about her
As she skipped past the other deceits,
Violet's stories swam round in her memory
As she flew through the night and the stars,
And she bathed thoroughly and with relish
Until Violet was cleansed of her scars,
Now her heart was open and happy,
So she laughed and fluttered her tail,
Carelessly gliding free through the water
And onwards to the ocean did sail.
As the weary sun rose on the next day
Her friends could be seen on the pier,
Dabbing at their dry eyes with their hankies,
Voices straining trying to sound sincere,
"It has hurt us so indescribably,
That because of her poorly-sewn hems,
Violet felt she was inferior to us
And has drowned herself in the Thames."
Violet's parents had not yet noticed
The absence of their only daughter,
And they would understand even less
How she came to be dead underwater,
But Violet was now free to prosper,
To swim and to dance and to glide,
And with angels and mermaids to play with,
She would always in her dreams reside.
Winter whispers goodbye as
aggressive March cleanses
the Earth in preparation for
yellow hyacinths and
purple irises.
Free spirits enter with the
fierce wind, anticipating
renewal, living...yet waiting...
for always.
Pattering rain shattering on grey road
With grisly green umbrella she troad
In a black attire looking ghostly white
Her red woeful eyes sending fearful jilt.
Watery moon painting yellowish lips
Frozen fear dancing on pink finger tips
Her flowing hair sweeping pain of ashes
An orange lamp blinking passing wishes.
Violet blooms falling from whining trees
Covering brown earth - a graveyard in pleas
Ah nature, dull and dreary, standing still
Her fervid eloquence under blue spill.
My canary cage cried a fearful moan
While eyes shifted, into thin air she gone.
Third Place in STRAND PICK 8,any theme,any form Poetry Contest sponsored by Brian Strand
In the shaded corner of the garden
She shows a quiet and shy face
Small but magnificent
Rising sun
on a purple sea.
Fading stars.
Newborn hope
is lovely in the shadows,
'neath violet skies.
On Ashen Sands And Violet Skies
Hues of ashen sands meet violet skies,
An azure horizon in their midst lies,
Bound in natures quiet spell,
Drinking in the divine beauty as well,
Transfixed I sit by my window sill,
Captured in the web of quiet thrill,
As I serenely sit by,
Venus dips lower in the sky,
As the hues subside I see it glow,
It’s Orion both of us know,
Then in the tranquil sky I sense a stir,
As I spot a new glimmer in her,
As it becomes clearer to the eyes,
I wonder if it’s a drone sent by spies,
It shines its unique light on me,
Trying to say something I see,
As it now rises and grows dimmer,
I hear mother call for dinner,
It’s mystery still lies in my heart,
As I try to express it in my art....
04/02/2020
I will never forget.....