Best Wilted Poems
is love to be a wilted rose
to fade beneath the winter snows
to pierce itself with its own thorn
its beauty hide in death to mourn
i watch it bloom from tiny seeds
a spark of lust from passion bleeds
unfold itself within a kiss
then fade within the dying bliss
December 30, 2019
Categories:
wilted, analogy, flower, love, rose,
Form:
Lay
weary
Deep in warm wine
Outshining russet moon
Glazed in the glow of honey glass
Gold breeze
Drifting
Along the flood
Of wilted summer smiles,
While my sky sings in the fall of
Silence
Categories:
wilted, autumn, poetry,
Form:
Cinquain
I took the bus mom,
h o l d i n g a bright rose for you;
clutched TIGHT in my hand . . .
I b r u s h brittle leaves away,
and lay down my w i l t e d ROSE.
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June 21, 2017
Poetry/Tanka/A Wilted Rose
Copyright Protected, ID 06-991-443
All Rights Reserved, 2017, Constance La France
Written for the Premier contest, Tanka
sponsor, Laura Loo, Judged 08/2017
Second Place
Submitted to the Standard contest, A Strand (1047)
sponsor, Brian Strand, Judged 01/08/2022
First Place
Categories:
wilted, grief,
Form:
Tanka
Wilted rose petals
unable to attract bees.
Concubine's mirror
holds the reflection of gloom
as she daubs rouge on wrinkles.
Date: 08/19/2022
Note: For the contest (Bite Size Poem no51) by Line Gauthier.
Honorable Mention
Categories:
wilted, analogy, emotions,
Form:
Tanka
i prefer to remember you like this
there was a time when this space was meant only for us
now we created a hole that allowed grief and stress
we are now shades of our former selves living in oblivion within ourselves
i am on a roller coaster ride as i stare endlessly out of the window
the bends reminds me of the nausea of our never ending changes
what i would not give for a sweet dose of organic glory right now
that is what it felt like when we first met
somewhere between fantasy and black paradise, reality and truth tapped us on the shoulder
what died is our merged recognition of reason and our emboldening of The Reason
i guess that is why i turn to isolation as my visibly invisible mistress
in the center of walking the floor over you, i prefer to remember you like this
Categories:
wilted, blue, change, heartbreak, heartbroken,
Form:
Free verse
Thorns upon a wilted vine
hidden within my flower bed
Through and about they do twine
From my flesh, the color red
Hidden within my flower bed,
my emotions do languor
From my flesh, the color red
weeps, yet I feel no anger
My emotions do languor
Though the ancient Willow tree
weeps, yet I feel no anger
No flowers do I see
Though the ancient Willow tree,
through and about they do twine
No flowers do I see,
thorns upon a wilted vine
Categories:
wilted, introspectionflower, emotions, flower,
Form:
Pantoum
This pain is all too real;
I wonder if anyone really knows.
All the hurt, I was unable to conceal,
For I stood alone in the garden of the wilted rose.
Alone, lost in old memories,
As the briars clung to my clothes.
I feel the bite of the chilly breeze
Standing in the garden of the wilted rose.
I look for answers but they can’t be found,
And my thoughts scatter as the wind blows.
Wilted petals on the ground held me spellbound,
But I finally escaped the garden of the wilted rose!
Note: I wrote this for Madison Thomer because she loved the line from my
poem, “Heartache”.
‘You can find me in the garden of the wilted rose’
Hope you like it, Madison.
Categories:
wilted, depression, lifegarden, me,
Form:
Kyrielle
Wilted Flowers
What’s happened to Justice
and speaking truth to power
When people protested
With a peace sign and flower
Yes times are changing
Evil has invaded thoughts
The shifting of power
In madness you’re caught
Now you attack each other
It seems so black and white
The poor bow to the rich
Things have shifted far right
Neighbors fighting neighbors
You believe it’s fake news
Instead of trusting your eyes
A rampant liar you choose
What’s happened to Justice
And speaking truth to power
When people protested
with a peace sign and flower
Now people are abducted
Put on planes and sent away
placed in foreign prisons
is that the American way
Allies are unfriended
Compassion not a trace
World order upside down
I don’t recognize this place
Freedoms sacrificed
All to own the Libs
A toddler holds the crown
While you’re stabbed in the ribs
Do you feel the sadness
A shift in the sands
No more coequal government
power held in his hands
What’s happened to Justice
and speaking truth to power
When people protested
with a peace sign and flower
Don’t sleep while it burns
Your country can be great
Stand up to tyranny
before it’s too late.
Categories:
wilted, anxiety, betrayal, courage, discrimination,
Form:
Quatrain
"Let us not cry for those who are dead," and gone,
I know these words are so right and true;
Yet my broken heart will not let me stop weeping,
I shed tears each time I recall my beloved family.
Only through a rusty, ornate gate do I find them.
Oh, the emptiness of my life that once was full,
There is a pain I carry within that is unfathomable and deep;
I stand with fist clenched and beseech the Lord,
Why, echoes in my soul, why did you need each one.
Only words engraved in cold stone are they.
I am left with broken memories of happiness and bliss,
Did you need my baby too, Lord, you already had my true love;
Mother and father, sister and grandparents all,
Far away is the cemetery where they rest, often I go by bus.
My flowers wilted, I stand at their tomb and weep.
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August 16, 2013
Poetry/Verse/Flowers Wilted
Copyright Protected, ID 08-499-425-16
All Rights Reserved, 2013, Constance La France
Categories:
wilted, death, grief, love,
Form:
Verse
It was something beautiful,
like a quickly budding rose.
We found it among the thorns,
struggling to reach the sunlight.
We gave the flower so much care
with soil and shade and gentleness.
We watered the flower, so happily,
almost too happily, too enthusiastic.
We were a whirlwind, destructive
despite all our best intentions.
I think that the flower drowned.
We just used too much water,
and the flower quickly faded.
We killed it.
We, together, now have no purpose.
Categories:
wilted, lost love, nostalgia, people,
Form:
Blank verse
Like a wilted flower in a field full of daisys
I stand alone, near death but still hanging on
I hang on so others can see my beauty and still be happy
but every flower has to die
and without love, care and attention
some die young
Categories:
wilted, depression, flower, life, love,
Form:
Ballad
Wilted ideas
among pettals of dreams
dried roses
Categories:
wilted, life,
Form:
Haiku
The wilted Rose
A man gave me a bouquet of flowers
A hundred years ago
The roses preserved
Inside the photo books of time
I am wilted
Wrinkled with folds
Where I once was sassy and somewhat bold
Now I am just stories told
I sit in the garden, me and the flowers
All of us waiting, the seasons to come to an end
I have lost my beauty
Shadows and angels and the shivering cold
My god how the hell did I grow so old
I am not old, but listening to my grand ma ma I imagined her thinking these thoughts! She will always be beautiful in my heart!
Categories:
wilted, age, beauty, rose,
Form:
Free verse
She was a wreck;
alcohol, drugs, and loneliness
were her company.
Men loved her body,
but avoided her soul like a plague.
“You will never be loved,”
she heard.
Scornful whispers crawled all around her.
One man loved her so dearly,
that he was ready to see and touch
the ugly scars of her life – he was ready
to be scorned as she was.
“You won’t love her for long,”
he heard.
A woman struggling not to drown
into nothingness is all he saw in her eyes…
(This piece was published in Literature Today (Vol. 4)
Categories:
wilted, deep, drug, life, loneliness,
Form:
Narrative
I can no longer zip up my kilt.
Is there something to eat without guilt?
They say salad's a must
but I think it's a bust
because gravy makes the Lettus wilt!
Categories:
wilted, food, health, silly,
Form:
Limerick