Bloomy Poems | Examples

Lasting Beauty II

 lasting beauty is the fragrant ,perfumed daisy of bloomy eternity..

The lily flower

*             ..............                       *
/|\ It was fresh and lively . . . /|\
** a yellow petal so bloomy . . .
                    But . . .
*** for only that morning...
/|\  it wilted and fell off . . . /|\
**  brown and so brittle . . .
                    And . . .
*** the lily plant was dull...
                      **

Love IV

  love's sunbeams gaze
       at golden clouds
      the unruffled, woven 
        aura's walk
     the engraved, hued
    star whispers unflinchingly
  scented dreams  reside 
 on the glittering, bloomy sky

Waning Twilight

Written: March 09, 2024 For Charlotte Puddifoot Contest

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with serendipitous moans—ocean lulls
                  It's russet embers
ignite her soul's             quilled longings

she flies to bloomy sky-scape
           last sigh        of waning twilight 

chirpy mirth—katydid sounds
                            waves of
                                   soft silk canzone

to whispering crimson
                         of ephemeral serenade

waves of arid shadows— ebb in
blurring haze            of lingering longing

besotted in spumy                scatters sighing

In epicede of hushed                Elysian quiddity
            quixotic susurrus—shorebirds' sapidity

horizon in cinereous             ululation of Peacocks
             rainbows and sylphlike threnody

my heart too, mirths...         waiting 
for you to return to me—in spring

renascent wings                  wings of crimson
              gold and plums of purples!

The Fallen But Not Forgotten

THE FALLEN
   BUT NOT FORGOTTEN

Once there was an explicit country, 
Full of world's complimentary
So called "INDIA"
Soon came a gloom, 
Bloomy was rule of britishers, 
Theonomous world of cruelty, 
As a beast of burden, came the freedom fighters, 
Thousands of sacrifice to give us self rule, 
There came the bit dust of world War II, 
Numbers were infinite in grave, 
Yet might not save the world, 
Japan turn's towards us, 
Yet a misgendering act of crips, 
Added a blessing in disguise,
'THE DO OR DIE' movement
Clings my mind so deep. 
It's 8th August 1942, a day to be remembered ??
A solitude speech of mahatma
Blows a fair play and ignites great minds. 
So rise the question of time, 
Where do our warriors flew? 
What dose make them so ambigue one? 
There lies the beautiful truth, that 
Warriors are within us. 
This eleventh hour of India, lead
A death sentence to colonial rule. 
REMEMBERED AND REALISED AS THE  KEY OF OUR "INDEPENDENCE TODAY"

Worldly People

Alas! This World is not for me
Life among people surrounding me is gloomy
All my efforts to cope up are not bloomy
That's why I suffer like someone has broken my knee

Alas! I am not like the worldly people
They surround me like flesh eating eagle
They terrify me, as to them, it is legal
People & me, we are two sides of river which stay apart and are gleeful

Alas! I am unable to find peace
I know, it is within me like sweet choclate burfi piece
But, I search it in worldly people & wait for it to be released
That's why my search has not come to cease

Alas! I have learnt to manage
I have learnt to take advantage
Oh people, don't think it is my fault
You all have dragged me to this path

I Had a Dream

I had a dream in my dream
In this dream of my dream I saw a rose
A rose so bloomy and well scented 
A rose very catchy to the eye
Appealing to the eyes and nose
A very rare rose indeed
An adorable rose

I drew closer to it
Admired it for a moment
At the moment I was in a fix
In the darkness of doubt 
You raised the lamp of love
Then I realized plucking it will make it wither
To make it last forever I have to let it. E

Fencing round this rose became impeccable 
Hale and hearty moments will only come when it is fenced 
No daily-dally then
With haste and accuracy I finished my fence
Never knew the joy from a rose until I rose towards a rose
Then I realized that my joy is enveloped in a rose

The Past Is Past

As bleak as a rose amid a tangle. 
Over wilted bloomy, with dew sprinkle. 
It occurs as entire face with no grin.
It's about wishing to be without sin. 

Blue feelings, sorrow, and a sense of rage.
Like a ship laid amid waves, owned by age.
Like a rainbow, I am lost needing you.
After the tide, the sky takes on bold hue.

Ignore the tweak escape from yesterday.
Follow your dreams and reconcile your ray. 
A new day was breaking the horizon. 
I sought my way once the dawning brightens.  

Sway in the rain, interact with each rife.
Regain your young virtue and seize your life.

1st place contest winner

The Sleepwalker

The Sleepwalker

I have bathed  in your rays
 went slowly under  
melted  ways
 thorny tears, diluted eyes  
of thy beholder with no hold onto
 thy tying spy in our sleep
less the night allows us into 
 the spider’s  webs neat
entwined 
 and a bit chaotic beat
takes us back again 
 above our melted ways
sprouting  back and into
 the bloomy sunny day
later  nightly  shades
 will hides us under
 magic  lanterns milky way
 planting  in us  pictures  
the  seeds of
 then bath us in the rain 
till the day meets us
 in its way
plucking us out of 
 the stream of  dreams
made up ways.

Elfin Spring

Down by the soily brook they go, under the woody bridge. 
The Featherly Elfins make their home to hide from the Blustery Fridge.
Made of snow and windy blow, icesickles in his hair,
he comes to still the Valleyville, blowing crystals in the air. 

The Elfins chug their gluggy mugs and toast with foamy tea, 
Chanting songs of winters gone to wake the Bloomy Be. 
The flutterbys fill uptop skies with gillians of yellowy wings, 
The Elfins song brings summer on over the melty cling. 
Baby seeds roll up their sleeves to poke the icy ridge. 
Down by the soily brook, we’re told, under the woody bridge.

Earth's Heart

what say ye, comprehendeth thou the earth?
do you in all honesty not think it mud
and a bit of roots if generous be your thought
but for work, you'd throw in some food
what then are we who walketh the surface?
by chance or deliberately are opinions flown
and most times are they tilted out of place
for we oft are oblivious that heart and earth are sewn
for without the earth is the heart needy
and the heart needed for a prosperous earth
for out of the heart's abundance the whole "bloomy"
so that whatever earth is to us is greater than death
in the beginning was ignorance laden
in the end we make a haven of heaven

Turtle and a Hurdle

Turtle and a Hurdle

Trump's stomach looks like back of a turtle
And over things makes it hard to hurdle
Created own line of clothes he calls choral
Who jumped over justice and skipped moral;
Loony and bloomy idiot like crepe myrtle.

James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet

Now for coffee and breakfast
So my wife just did insist.

My Love

I  thought  I  was  happy, 
And  my  future  so  bloomy, 
Until  I  met  you, 
The  wonders  love  can  do. 

You  have  opened  my heart  to  love, 
Just  like  the  oil in an olive, 
My feelings for you are  way more  than skin deep, 
You  send  my heart  on  a  beep. 

I  would like  to  rush us  now, 
But  I  am  forced  to  bow, 
To  the  growing  love  inside, 
Very  infinite  it  can’t  be quantified. 

As  I  close  my eyes, 
I  see  your  cute  smile  painted  in the  skies, 
I  see  the  gentle warmth in your  eyes, 
And  feel your strawberry lips. 

We have  a  lot  of  secrets  to  uncover, 
This  we shall  both discover, 
Every time  your heart  opens  like  a  flower, 
The  butterfly finds the  nectar. 

My body inhales  all of  you, 
As  your  fragile  heart  jitters  too, 
Feeling  your silent  love  whispers, 
You  quiver  with bliss.

Yayayti Madan G Gandhi 2

Yellow autumn leaves
And the cold breeze – remind us
Yawning winter days
Again spring comes and
Terrains become bloomy – change
Is essential
Mortal are the men – tottering towards 
A definite fall; but all try to
Defy death. Yet, changes come to 
All – ephemeral assets
Nearing destiny
Grabbing little straws
Going in vain
A spirit
Never
Dies
He who knows it all and the poet we call
Is Doctor Gandhi, dear – from the Fame of Hall

15.10.2016
This poem is an experimental poem consisting of three forms of poetry as well as an Acrostic poem. The first six lines are made of two Haikus . Next ten lines are written in Reverse Etheree . Last two lines are written in rhymed Epigram.

Clip-Pity Clop Drip-Pity Drop

Clip-Pity Clop, Drip-Pity Drop

Clip-pity clop clip-pity clop 
Pencil-toed I walk aloft
The pavements wet and glassy grey
Isolated lane for me to bestride
Bloomy flowers my umbrella atop
Spraying their heads at a riotous fair
The rainy waters like elves in sprite
Streaming down from the dark skies above
Slide down my floral domey roof
Encircling my every moving step 
Like the brandished magical wand 
To keep all evil at the farthermost bay
Puddles before me my mirrors be
Umbrella held high by cocktailed ring
The skirt a-swish in another hold
Two small leaps on stones for bridge
The helm a-safe did bring a pride
The cooing in the heart the sparkle in the eye
The rainy elves rounding the clippity heels
My heart walks in the rain drippity drop drppity drop

Balveen Cheema 
August 23, 2015

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