Best Zinnias Poems
Enroling you a worm (cumbersome and)
hairy, you- scimitar of leaves
Knows the pain ,writhing pupae
Abandoned and convicted
Constricted hanging straightjacket
Squirming like a jackrabbit
Gagged nocturnally - blindfold humility
Rejected by those mocking moths
and jealously believing left the key
Both found our grace on bended knees
..left there dangling from a tree..
Unhinge now those spinakers of glory
Pretty - flaky- flinder
Streaked in splatters paint
Dust of the fairies
Gaze at me with criss-cross eyes
Innocent beauty oh ye butterfly
Spiny antennae, stretching out transmitters
Taking flight so easily
Flitting off with no goodbyes
To a newer afternoon over there
Dashing in the sun
Kneeding and gouging all those zinnias
Joy! Slurping up the nectar
Whisky! Tequila! Brandy and Champagne!
Swops them for a chorus of pansies
Dancing blooming flowers
Crazy blessed colours
Bouncing delight.- erratic in flight
Dodging in between the bees
O enchanted mystic butterfly
Only pausing for a while
Hold me in your spell
For you walked that crooked mile
Linger in this dream
So seldom comes to see
Just as you, my timepiece too
Is coiled in spring
A dustpuff within the wind
Specked all over pollen confetti
Envied now by every moth
Suicidal circle - one kamikaze candle
Seared and singed and slowly fried
Getting what theyre vetted for
But the sun his laughing in his sky
Beseeching all the yet to open flowers
Awake !Awake!
An angel is coming by
Categories:
zinnias, angel, beauty, butterfly,
Form:
Free verse
Dawn.
Night sounds of slumber
A few owls hooted their last nightly call,
And cicadas ended their rhythmic, high-pitched whine
In obedience to the rising of the warm sun rays.
The buzzing bees commence their flight,
Flitting from flower to flower, sucking nectar.
The zinnias sway in the light breeze
And mingle with butterflies, so elegant and bright.
Light and soft I hear the flutter of the old oak trees,
As they dance in the rhythm of the growing day.
While from afar the purple mountains
Shed their cascades down into a clear lake.
And as time moves on, I hear the monotonous toll
Of an almost bell urging the handful faithful to praise,
Singing softly some of their favorite psalms.
From the silent forests clouds became overcast,
Drops of rain began to fall. I hurried to my shed,
And simply admired the rain and its pleasant drops.
How sweet were the rhythms of the raindrops.
Pleasure and peace spread all around.
Categories:
zinnias, nature,
Form:
Imagism
My three-year-old son stood next to me
as I watered our garden of flowers
The zinnias nodded their blossoms
As if grateful for garden hose showers
A firework array, was that garden display
Of pinks, yellows, orange,
Purple, red
When my son asked the cutest of
Questions to me
In the darlingest way ever said
As he eyed that large bumbling bee
That he found alarmingly too close to me
Not quite in fear, as its buzzing drew near
And it sampled of pollens so dear
But at his first sight of that yellow bright fuzz
And the loud droning volume of that giant bee's buzz
He just needed to know all was right
He asked
"Mommy? Do humming bee's bite?"
Categories:
zinnias, child, garden,
Form:
Rhyme
Azalea blooms show their pink blaze
Begonias in beds amaze
Cornflowers grow in blue delight
Daffodil debuts still thrill our sight
Eastern Redbud, a bright pink splash
Forsythia gold hides winter's ash
Gardenia, soft with creamy hues
Hyacinth paints with varied blues
Irises rise in purple duds
Jasmine vines show pastel buds
Kafir Lilies, a border bloom
Lilacs share their sweet perfume
Magnolias are pink or white
Neillia clusters in rose delight
Orchids grow with pale soft hues
Pansies, purple with darkest blues
Quince's blossoms of pink delight
Red Chokeberry blooms in rose or white
Snowdrops dangle small white gems
Tea Tree Camellias sleep on stems
Ursinia shows a fiery glow
Viburnum's spread creates a show
Wax Flowers paint a pastel scene
Xylobium...an Orchid dream
Yellow Anemones' full beds bring
Zinnias add their splash to Spring
Categories:
zinnias, flower, spring, tribute,
Form:
Abecedarian
A faint perfume of lilac blooms has stirred the sleeping dawn
Bright sunlight weaves a golden loom with threads across the lawn
Crisp white-lipped Delphiniums tossed snowflakes to the hills, while
Daffodils and pink jonquils shake off the morning chill
Each violet of morning has left no stone deferred
Found growing near, a sprout appears from every seed interred!
Greeting me like candle flames, are poppies, gold and red
Hawthorne weaves a golden crown around the arbor's head!
I look long past the windowpane, and spring has bloomed anew,
just in time to see the sky revealed in shades of blue
knitting primroses in surprise! A sight long overdue!
Lost between the flagstones, alyssum, wild and free, has
mushroomed into puffs of white, competing with sweet peas!
New sprouts of cosmos spring alive in flowerbeds we've teased
On winter's lace a pansy face is smiling up at last!
Petunias in their pastel coats, are dressed like royalty
Queen of all in velvet robes, the iris crowns the grass!
Resplendent are the foxgloves…..and the dragons are a Snap!
Sweet Williams are such gentlemen, they make the morning grand
Tiger lilies brave the wind, stalking in the breeze
Under every shady tree, violas are reprieved, while
verdant shades of primrose lace wear green upon their sleeves
Wisteria's hysteria spreads levity with ease!
Xanadu is Statice "quo"……now, what more could it do?
Yarrow blooms tomorrow. I'll have to dry a few
Zinnias mean that spring has sprung, to share fresh air with you!
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"Spring Is In The Air" Contest Form ..... A to Z (Abecedarian)
3/4/18
Categories:
zinnias, flower, nature, spring,
Form:
Abecedarian
A humid afternoon , in the middle of August, has nothing much to commend about it. I can hear the humming of air conditioning coming from both sides of a familiar old street. It's too hot for even the ardent gardener to be out and about, and sidewalks are deserted, while children are herded into backyard wading pools. Clouds are softly framed in bands of charcoal grey.
I stand on the corner, waiting for the light to change, and waiting for cars to allow me to cross the street.
rush hour traffic...
bees circle the elm trees with
no notice of me
I approach the old Victorian, and can't help but notice how painted shutters need repair, and the garden needs weeding. Wild devil-grass is taking over the wind-whipped faces of dreary, old zinnias. Seeing it so unkempt, makes me a little sad
Drooping over the sidewalk, thirsty roses lean over to greet me, as I ring the bell. The old woman opens the door and suddenly her unbridled joy upon greeting me, has put sparks in eyes, and softened her face, while my worrisome mood evaporates, like a freshly-washed day. I'm quickly ushered into the talcum-scented foyer of friendship.
a wilted blossom
still beautiful in my palm....
new lines in her face
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7/19/15 For Contest Sponsored by Scott Thirtyseven
Categories:
zinnias, age, august, beautiful, beauty,
Form:
Haibun
I've startled a frog, who leaps in flashes.
He and a grasshopper zig-zag away.
The lawn whispers mildly, in tune with the sun,
Yet something's amiss--the air is unsettled.
Squirrels and I stash away seeds,
salvaged from spent, rain-ravaged beds.
Bees are now torpid and cling to the mums.
Bedraggled zinnias give up the ghost.
What becomes of the Grim Reaper's harvest,
of creatures who cannot withstand the strain?
The mystery hides in an infinite point--
the one in the center of The Great Hub--
the crux of a myriad transformations.
Categories:
zinnias, autumn, garden, mystery, nature,
Form:
Free verse
Used on Poetry Soup 6/13/17
Summer’s Songs
The rumbling bass of thunder,
A beat of light, a roaring rain,
Zinnias are spreading and waving
Glory colors once again.
The low viola of cool breeze air;
Blue Jays’ tweeted tempos,
Searing sunrays rippling
Hot sand lodging in your toes
Suddenly a siren crescendos
As a passionate clarinet.
Playing children in summer shorts
Sound a cheery sweet quartet.
Water splashing and sparkling
Lends its notes to the homebound throng.
Turtle doves’ murmurs sighing
Softly the finale to summer’s songs.
Categories:
zinnias, music, seasons, song,
Form:
Rhyme
What I miss:
The scents of fancy foods and good intent
The hugs of friends at church and sinners' lament
Foods we share on celebration Sunday, rest in my chair
Sometimes I think this whole situation totally unfair
Substitutions I like:
Riding down to Flint River, a sliver of respite
Gone from cesspit of isolation and COVID 19 the despot
Then go by Diary Queen for a treat; so, so neat
A two for one on Sunday, a Sundae full of sweet
What I miss:
The weekly visits inspissate family ties
When we come together, no matter the weather time flies
We enjoy a meal, have our fill until
How the time flies, we part with goodwill
How God blessed from the herb garden:
Tiny yellow butterflies, such small fellows land
Their presence upon the pineapple sage so grand
Hummingbirdmoths feed at the troth of Maximillia sunflower
The giant fuchsia zinnias compliant to Monarch's scour
All in all God has blessed
He lifts me up; He's my guest
Sometimes I'm lonely and sometimes sad
But God fills voids and listens to my request
Finis'
Written: November 01, 2020
Sponsor: Joseph May
Contest: In Rhymes Sublime
Categories:
zinnias, age, introspection, people, places,
Form:
Rhyme
Gloaming is wont to quell
the ginger smoke,
expunge the crimson flames
that surround the mill.
Lilac shadows encroach
to cloak the hull's mossy patina.
Autumn's wild rooster,
struts its brash plumage
among fallen shingles and rotted planks
until a black hawk soars,
eclipsing feral zinnias' embers
just as calliope chimes
of a fallen carousel
disappear in taloned pine air.
5/22/18
Categories:
zinnias, autumn, imagery,
Form:
Free verse
From buckwheat bloom to goldcup flower,
From my sill of shade, to your wealthy dower,
The junctures, the times, we came upon together.
Now these goldcups, finally had color.
Transpiring your truths, I tally a noble four,
And they, are like roses in the moor.
For you, there'll be no more crying.
For you, I can go on, thriving.
Your pansies in the yard, choired to sing,
And clover clads, don't serve the deceased.
But shuns us away, from the vile who surmised,
And tying our knot with the glories of morning.
The flag of my disposition, compels to insist.
And my body's static, begging to persist.
'Till you took the first step, willing to assist.
Over day, overmorrow,
Wherever you may go, I would eagerly follow.
Since you made me one, when I was an aeolist.
If the Almighty may endorse, I certainly would,
I'd hold your hand, reminiscing what zinnias could,
I'd squire you round the gay meads, laden with gold,
As we turn to eye the darkness we left behind.
Pondering, juxtaposed in our lore,
On the patches of green, where we once tread before.
I love all the roads we will walk together.
I love all the sceneries we will witness together.
All the questions we will shyly ask each other,
And all the answers to them in every moment.
So I pray, that He won't take you from me
'till death clads us together,
Forever, in our Eden.
Categories:
zinnias, devotion, feelings, flower, for
Form:
Rhyme
Line of inquiry:
“as we passed her she did wilt
which caused in us sense of guilt
since our stance perhaps did cause
to put her heart’s joy on pause
though we’re gentle, not hostile
we diminished her soul’s smile
since our aura as she viewed
scent of love did not exude”
~ Unseeking Seeker
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Are we perceived as hostile beings
by flora that we tend in our gardens?
If we intimidate petals of peonies
each time we walk past their stems,
we should make amends and ask for pardon.
Is the pink tint of their blush mistrust of us?
Withering zinnias and wilting wisteria!
We wouldn't want to burden them with fear
when we speak of how lovely they'd look
in a crystal vase, set upon our parlor mantle.
To ease their worry and not cause their tears,
in our pockets, we don't carry pruning shears.
We personify flowers as if they have feelings—
but do our innuendos have that effect on people?
We label shy ones as loners or 'wall flowers'
who pull back, often going unnoticed for hours.
Do some of us unintentionally cause that reaction?
If this proves true, we need to take a moment
to have in depth contemplative consciousness,
a change in our stance and make an atonement
if it's determined we're at fault— guilty.
If so, our aura indeed has need of correction.
One that shows us emanating a kinder reflection.
The one who wilted as we passed by—
was she the shrinking Violet we refused to see?
Would we bring her heart joy if we paused
and spoke to her with a gentle greeting?
Words that would give the fragile one cause
to not think of us as hostile and vile?
If a kind word is spoken with a sincere smile
wouldn't those greetings be worthwhile?
It's plausible that we'd then have a pleasant scent,
the treacly aroma of consideration and love.
Time taken to say, 'hello' would've been well spent.
Hold out a hand as a metaphorical invitation to dance.
It might give a wallflower the confidence and the chance
to stand tall and no longer cringe at being approached.
If we've been at fault for diminishing the smile in souls,
offer them emotional strength. Be someone who consoles.
Categories:
zinnias, how i feel,
Form:
Free verse
Afterlife Azaleas rise as apparitions
Bony Buttercups bathe in blooming moonlight
Cobweb Carnations cater to crystal chaos
Deathly Daffodils dance to the eternal dusty doors
Eerie Evening Primroses prance to ethereal exits
Frightening Foxgloves flame their foliage
Ghostly Geraniums gleam and gallop over graves
Haunting Hydrangeas heighten hollow horrors
Ivory Impatients inject inspiration to the expiring
Jumping Jack O'Lanterns jam with jazzy jumps
Kaleidoscope Kaffir Lilies knock with knowledge
Longing Leaves linger before gossamer winds
Mourning Marigolds muse misery moody moments
Nocturnal Narcissus notice nosy narratives
Occult Orchids oscillate with opulence operas
Phantom Pansies passionately prance proudly
Quivering Queen Anne Lace questions life and death
Reaper Roses reach for regal radio reservations
Skull Sunflowers stalk silky spinning sullen souls
Tombstone Tulips talk with trembling terrors
Umbrella Plants understand the underworld
Vampire Voilets voice with their teething violins
Witchy Wildflowers wax and wane with spells
Xylophone Xeranthemums x-ray cryptic blueprints
Yearning Yarrows yielding to the sobbing youth
Zombie Zinnias zip and zag zooming to the zenith
October 31st 2017
Categories:
zinnias, death, flower, garden,
Form:
ABC
“A flower of strange beauty, growing in a desolate spot, and blossoming in the wind.”
— Nathaniel Hawthorne
Blooming zinnias, swaying in the breeze,
Elegance attracting
cute little hummingbirds with ease,
Hues impacting;
Lemon yellow butterflies flit around,
Collecting sweet nectar,
Zinnias stand tall in the ground,
Sole protector;
Hearts flutter at the sight of these flowers,
Cheerfully spread good vibes,
Small, yet potent, they have powers
no tongue describes.
21st December 2022
For Constance La France's "Writing challenge - Zip, Zig, Zag, Zing" contest
Categories:
zinnias, beautiful, flower,
Form:
Rhyme
Dear June
Dear June, you are summer’s gateway,
The goodbye to storms, that first taste of searing heat,
As our assessment of you recalls family days,
Anniversaries of the deaths of loved ones, birthdays, a graduation,
First of a month to ponder again,
Where do we go after Spring’s end?
Smell the Gardenias, enjoy the tall zinnias,
Is not the sun brighter?
Discover a mystery writer.
Children to keep busy, and
For those so inclined, a traveling time,
Inspired by your magnificent moon.
Dear June.
Categories:
zinnias, future, introspection,
Form:
Free verse