Best Wreath Poems


Premium Member Memory Wreath

Each year before Christmases of the past
   Past visitors came to trim my holiday tree
Tree with ornaments homemade to last
   Lasting, unique gifts of their artistry

Artistry now shown in a wreath on my door
   Door filled with treasures I was blessed to receive
Received gifts from those who are with us no more
   More reminders that love in my heart will never leave



*For Dr. Ram's "Wreath" Contest. (Eight-line quatrain/rhyme using the last word of each line as the first word of the next line.)  Merry Christmas, everyone!

Wreath of Time

A slough of love
serenading moonlight
A snowball chance in a dream
Buffalo riders playing rodeo
A lovers touch in spring
petrified on time
Absent friends
on the wreath of time

The Wreath, a Soldier Chronicle Pt. 1

A fine mist, hovers close to the ground,
But it cannot be a fog.

It cannot be, it's a hundred and three,
This is desert, not a bog.

Strain as I may, I still cannot see,
The earth, that lies beneath.

Until a man, comes into view,
He gently sets a wreath.

My camera softly clicks, but once,
At the Solemn view,

I caught his eye, he walked my way,
And whispered " who are you"

I said, I'm taking photographs,
To chronicle this fight,

Just then, the mist began to clear,
My eyes beheld the sight,

For what happened here, the night before,
The worst I had ever seen.

I could not bring myself to shoot,
I just could not believe,

The soldier pointed out a patch,
On a dead mans arm,

The Stars and Stripes,smeared with blood,
Protects me from all harms.

I bowed my head, tears filled my eyes,
At the carnage I did see,

These men and women lying here,
Bravely died for me.

As I raised my head, to thank him,
The soldier with the wreath,

He briskly turned, stood up straight,
I could barely breath,

He raised a stiff hand, to his brim,
Slowly let it fall,

Then suddenly he disappeared,
If not there at all.

I walked among the fallen troops,
Looked down, could not believe,

The soldier that lay below me,
Was the one that set the wreath.


  To the Soldiers of Desert Storm


Premium Member A Wreath On Dusk

How often I have watched the sun descending into dusk,
and dusk, absorbing sun, exudes bright flavors for the eye.
It's eye candy, often variegated, splendid in its hue.
Those hues, dessert at end of day, sweeten with succulent delight.

What delight in skies of mango, cantaloupe or marmalade,
a marmalade of tangerine with raspberry mixed in!
Sometimes in vanilla skies are Crème brûlée  or honeyed gold;
golden dollops of meringue above a lemon ball of sun.

Other times, sun lies concealed by clouds in chocolate skies,
or chocolate with the purple-gray of poi in cotton candy wisps of pink -
pink or bright red cherry heavens, sometimes luscious plum -
that plum reflected in blueberry seas; what treat in watching dusk!

Christmas Wreath

19 December 2010

Christmas Wreath

C  ircle band of lights indicating halo
H  alo of hope to continue the whole year round
R  ound in shape flows youthful spirit to ingest
I  ngesting a strong hold to never separate
S  eparation comes when leaves fall and lights were taken
T  aken from ancestors to mundify
M  undify a sagging spirit in a genial abask
A  bask we get skylight kindling satisfaction 
S  atisfaction to be God’s creation in this world

W  orld as a whole is the people in a raceme 
R  aceme with flowers on stalks that entwine
E  ntwine fresh wounds to heal  and feel amorous
A  morous display in every life’s threshold 
T  hreshold for welcoming visitors every hour
H  ours countdown soon will be Christmas and New Year to share with everyone


Merry Christmas to all.

Premium Member Christmas Home Decor- a Wreath Poem-N

Christmas home decor

Short and round is our Christmas wreath
Wreath we made of the tree branches
Branches are tied with the red ribbons
Ribbons stuck with berries,ready is the wreath.

Wreath is placed on our door’s foot steps
Steps away is the snow on tree not far
Far away, look, how He laid His holy hands
Hands on things He wants us to see and praise.

Praise him, be quick your voice to raise
Raise your hands his love to receive 
Receive love in your every choice forever
Forever on Christmas with this decor wreath.

====================================

This type of poetry was first introduced by George Herbert, a contemporary
of Shakespeare. There are two ways to write it. In above poem, the last
word of the first line is the first word of the next line and so on. Or one
may use any word of the first line as the first word of the next line. Variations
of the word can also be used.


Christmas and Celtic Wreath

pine cones dormant
     in a crown
of woven greenery






           Entry
Andrea's Haiku contest
     Christmas 2010

Premium Member A Wreath For Saint Valentine's Day

A WREATH FOR SAINT VALENTINE’S DAY

A clew within this virgin card from the head
Which you denied and now which gives you hope
Has come to me.  When you opened your mouth
The scent of honeysuckle drenched my shoulder
Your hair tossed, though neatly cut
Still betraying my wild, rapturous caress
Your eyes, that were soft, are now sharp -
Knowing pollution, spoilage, missiles;
Behaving with me with speech-robbing words,
Soul-hurting cynicism, lethal logic.

Now I’m staked to the ground, a paling
Around my house where golden children
Will never flower, who once flowered
In your heart of satin’s reddest hearts.

By Rosemarie Rowley

A Childs Wreath

A child, I remember the door decorated by a fir circle,

Circle that it was, it always was fresh and new.

New as the season, new to accent this place.

Place now the wreath, the circle of green,

Green to remind us of a coming Spring.

Spring, when the snow is swept away by water,

Water which proclaims  our baptism in the Lord.

Lord of All, Bethlehem's wreath of promise...brought to us by A Child.

Premium Member Sweet Christmas Wreath

A pretty Christmas wreath I’ve fashioned, and it’s very sweet;
Sweet like you, my special one, because it’s even more. . . 
More than just a wreath, it’s candy coated, made to eat!
Eat from it, my darling man. Don’t hang it on your door!

Your door does not require this wreath with chocolates replete;
replete with caramels, mints and gumdrops, too, placed on this ring.
This ring of homemade goodness to entice you, dear, I bring.
I bring it now, for next to you, there’s no one else as sweet!


Inspired by Dr. Ram Mehta's "Christmas Wreath" Contest

Love Weaving Harmony As Flowers In Wreath

Wreath ring of flowers holding hand-in-hand
Hands in circular unity symbolising eternity 
Eternal is belief in Trinity, Christianity and Christ
Christ a Messiah rising from dead absolving sins

Sins mounting, hoping Christ to descend from Heaven 
Heaven like atmosphere humans creating in Christmas
Christmas, festive season of family reunion and gift-giving  
Gift-giving, symbolic love weaving harmony as flowers in wreath 

-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

© Hitendra Mehta  
( Entry for Members Contest - Christmas Wreath sponsored by Dr Ram Mehta)

Wreath Poem For Doctor Ram

Evergreen wreath encircled beauty
Beauty adorned with berries and ribbon
Ribbon of gold or reddish hues
Reddish hues like the blood of Jesus shed
Shed for eternal life to give
Giver of the holy spirit and remover of our sins
Encircled beauty adorn my heart's door

Bridal Wreath

Bridal Wreath


Jasmine is the scent of romance
Its fragrance creates A hypnotic trance
Two wrapped around each other move 
As one to the heart strings of one another 

Twilight falls upon a humid summer night
Caressing lovers in warm vanilla sugars of delight
Jasmine lays them in her arms of scented cotton
Beneath the stars blossoms a night never forgotten

His tender kiss and gentle search for the garden gate
Calls passion through the porthole as desire waits
As the zephyr breeze increases the flower opens beneath
Engulfed in their night covered by their bridal wreath


Carole Cookie Arnold
2011

Wreath

I lie on a mound of earth
              Ebb of agony swells my consciousness

              In the mist of farce
              figures fade out

              Innocence of paper boats
              drowns in the floods of tears

              A rainbow ascends mourning
              the lost kiss of little feet on its hunch

              Butterflies flutter in to the crevices of oblivion
              ignoring the touch of little fingers

              Forlorn and forsaken
              I lie on a mound of earth

              Rain seeks pores on my body

Premium Member A Wreath of Words

Dusk is but the lingering of day,
The day so wearied from its heavy burden.
Burdens which are eased by welcome night,
The night when all of Nature stops to rest.
Resting time for every man or woman,
Man or woman caught in trap of duty. 
Duties now laid down in sweet exchange
Exchanged for dreams of which the poet pens.
Penning praise for love and lady fair,
Fair ladies waiting for the twilight hour.

Get a Premium Membership
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a Premium Membership.
Book: Diverse Voices: The Poetry of Human Rights and the Pursuit of Peace