Best Violette Poems
It's spring. Cares we're flinging,
and the birds are winging;
their birdlings are singing
growing fatter!
Love doves now are cooing.
So what could be brewing?
Romance is ensuing.
That's the matter!
All the world is playing.
Some for rain are praying.
Rainfall answers, saying
Pitter-patter.
With my worries fleeing,
it is all so freeing.
Crazy I'll be being -
a mad hatter!
Yes, the world is brighter.
Burdens now seem lighter.
Things could not be righter.
I am gladder.
April 14, 2018 for Mick Talbot's Violette Contest
hear the happy skittle
knows he isn't brittle
laughs at flying spittal
from the vicars
see the sullen dancer
living fearing cancer
seldom wants an answer
always bickers
smell the Christmas fairy
legs and arms so hairy
makes me rather wary
nostril pickers
man who's always smiling
messing up the tiling
says he's done the filing
wearing knickers
thinks he's Jack the Ripper
breaks another zipper
eats a mouldy kipper
pounding tickers
LOL, pure nonsense but wanted to try this interesting form
written 31st March
for Mick's Violette contest
Arousing affective
Wistful retrospective
Amorous perspective
Sweet regression
Mystic enigmatic
Spellbound charismatic
E'er melodramatic
Sweet discretion
Sacred sanctuary
Lovers legendary
Raw imaginary
Sweet impression
Wandering allseeing
Spirits freely fleeing
Roaming unbound being
Sweet obsession
Candied fine confection
Dulcet recollection
Stirring retrospection
Sweet digression
AP: 2nd place 2020
Music of life, she alone, chooses.
Though a host others, think, she loses?
She tourjettes high, above life’s discords,
Leaps to Ravel’s melodious chords.
Loss and pain are her greatest gain.
Gratitude, raises her high above pain.
“Pavane for a Dead Princess”,how it moves her.
Adorned, in purple, in front of her gold, leafed mirror.!
Purple-satin toe shoes, tied around beautiful legs.
Her wish, to dance forever, of God, she begs!
2/2/2023
Plucky, we see the pond
With dervish eyes we bond
Dive in the great beyond
And ooh la la
He thinks she’s quite a dish
Handsome’s her one true wish
Into the sheets they swish
With great oompah
Like thrashing out of sea
Steamy fish feel so free
As who they’re meant to be
Waves wild hoopla
Of two young shades of gray
Whipped up, the seas obey
Oui! Oui! Risqué-parlez*
Midlife’s booya!
The calming of the deep
Married love never cheap
Embraced hearts fall asleep
After hoo-ha
3/15/2018
Mick Talbot’s Violette Poetry Contest
*What’s love without a little French ;)
Pronounced: wee wee risk-ay par-lay
Oui - Yes
Risqué - verging on impropriety or indecency (bedroom banter)
Parlez - Speak
Booya - urban dictionary: hell, yeah
Self Discovery
A
Violette Poem
sometimes I remember
our time in September
that became an ember
Faint memories
it's unforgettable
not understandable
We aren't valuable
gone centuries
I gave you everything
my love was bellyaching
you don't give anything
wasted journeys
your love slipped from my hands
please stop violent chants
your downgrading commands
angry flurries
from sunny to aching
I am slowly breaking
stop your selfish taking
dark galleries
hopefully you'll soon go
and I can slowly grow
the old me will soon flow
discoveries
By Sam Tab | April 2, 2018 | love
Spring begins to grumble
That winter won't crumble
Seasons seem in jumble
Snow still falling
The breeze will soon escort
And spring it will exhort
As blooms she will assort
No more bawling
Then lilacs will assent
As fragrance they present
And nature will consent
No more stalling
And birds will sing until
Their sweet songs they instill
As spring's joy they fulfill
Blossoms sprawling
Bright colors she'll bestow
In sunshine all aglow
And reach a new plateau
Summer's calling
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3-23-18
Violette Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Mick Talbot
Violette Poem
Violets Renowned
Wild violets renowned
Prayers with grace astound
One flower would spellbound
Hundreds granted
Yard covered with flowers
Showing God's great powers
God's love gives them hours
Gift not planted
Violets in beauty
Whisper of God's duty
To teach His tutee
A song chanted
Will we learn in session
That is my one question
Would our soul freshen
Or be scanted
Man can easily remain
In this life lost inane
Never reach or attain
Stance as mantid
Written: 4-2-2018
He met her in Dallas
In the Silver Palace
Said her name was Alice -
He was nineteen
She said,"Let's join forces!"
He said,"I ride horses -
We've seperate courses,
You are pristine!"
But she had known lovers
And seen 'neath the covers
Of more than most others -
Places unseen
He said,"I herd cattle
My brain's 'bout to addle
From sittin' a saddle
And in between."
But she wasn't worried
As he hadn't scurried
Or left as he flurried
In the extreme
She learned of things ranchin'
Taught him the styles dancin'
And rolled her eyes glancin'-
Tearing saline
They wed 'midst great laughter
And promised love after
The years would move faster -
He was nineteen
3-28-18
For Mick Talbot's Poetry Contest "A Violette"
*****
restless sleep... the nightmares..
i shut my eyes some-wheres.
to find myself upstairs...
gasping... gagging...
in a darkroom hidden...
i felt as if chidden...
was I in a midden...
my guilt... bragging...
thinking I was dying...
face wet... i'd been crying...
my eye's felt blank...prying...
voices slagging...
she won't catch us again...
she's no room to complain...
how many cried in-vain...
and her blagging...
kept for to long starving...
bad thoughts they were starting...
but glad to be parting...
picture tagging...
******
3/22/18
Picture This - Poetry Contest, sponsored by Joseph May
We’re truth and light combined,
where the stars are aligned,
all things of love entwined-
hope is endured.
Existence has survived,
faith finally revived,
no scheme can be contrived-
with dreams insured.
Pain dreads all the cheerful,
when life seems so tearful,
let’s help all the fearful-
needs are secured.
To remain in ardor,
many things to adore,
love lives in us galore-
warmth is assured.
Free from pain and sorrow,
with laughter to borrow,
affection in morrow-
trust is procured.
Syllable count 6-6-6-4
howmanysyllables.com
April 9, 2018
We welcome days of spring,
fledglings are on the wing;
I hear them sweetly sing
in skies of blue
Our farmer’s up at dawn
spring lambs are being born,
they’ll play from dusk till dawn
as babies do.
I’ve grown pretty flowers,
which brighten dark bowers.
I work out doors for hours,
do you do too?
Spring brings us wind and rain,
people moan, rains a pain.
My brolly broke again -
a damp hairdo!
I love the brighter days,
the warmth of the sun’s rays,
we must give thanks and praise
nature’s review.
n/a in Violette Contest
Sponsored by Mick Talbot
Submitted to Screwed XVIII Contest
Sponsored by Rob Carmack
3/15/18
WILDLIFE SUFFERS
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clearing woodland! really?
makes me feel so teary.
right now my eyes, bleary,
wildlife suffers
once, all mankind, hunters,
nothing left, no grunters!
human beings, shunters!
bald land coiffures
for sustenance, gathered
no land back then, shattered
now the land is battered
us all duffers
much wildlife now extinct
i can't be more succinct
nature won't be hoodwinked
she has buffers
pollution is hurting!
in denial, skirting!
mass extinction, flirting!
closing shutters
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You guys in the USA, do you really pronounce really as re al ly, or real ly?
Victim of format,
prisoner of rhyme
Inmate of vision
—exile sublime
(Monmartre France: April, 1978)
Hall filled with people unknown
Stood Violette wearing a ball gown
As the young gentlemen asks for her hand
She offers him a lifetime's dance
Her touch reminds him of lavender
The lavender makes his heart purple
As his body turns into a garden of wisteria
His eyes start to glow like topaz
His hands take over the color of Turkiyenite
His hair becomes nourished with the scent of lilacs
The texture turns as shiny as the ametrine
As his toes touch the snow
They become Indigo
He starts to succumb
To the shades of Grape and plum
As his shoulders crave cosmos,
Aster kisses his neck
Slowly turning into an Amethyst himself