her prodigal son brings a bouquet of tulips, gifting also a smile
Dressed for Easter
frilly
lily
Spring’s best bloom
Awesome
blossom
The European
Gallia
dahlia
The Sentimental Flower
Soppy
poppy
The Wilted One
Floppy
poppy
Bouquet, left on a seat
Wet and wind-swept.
Lamp, beside: " sobbed who tarried;
Cursed, when offstept.
After wedding in our church,
Valentine was left in the lurch,
Cupid offered red flower,
Wifey from abuse did cower,
It was a bouquet of chance,
Horror from romance,
Yes, any rat can turn,
None wept over his urn,
Cupid flitted away,
Battered wife now okay,
And he had been turning back,
Global chicks cut his slack,
He was no gal's kind of guy,
Lover he did not personify,
Little women beware,
Keep safe when dating there!
blind dates rarely blossom but they make a wonderful bouquet of weeds.
Each rose, gratitude gathered into a bouquet.
Family bonds made stronger with the years.
Friendships nurtured along the journey.
Treasured smiles upon faces of loved ones.
What better memories to have and cherish.
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
She was here the other day
She’s still here with her wooden cart, devoid of paint
She believed posies and periwinkle could feed her children
For a while, it was good
Not until the leaves fell off by the street
The cart was too heavy to push
And the newspaper used to wrap a bouquet had soaked
The lines on her face grew visible
And her hair lost its vibrant ebony hue
Her back against the ruined
Where big crabbed letters run across the dilapidated walls
The passersby in the city had become unfamiliar
Her head down,
Her arid eyes watching the parched petal
Of her sunflower
Till late evening, the flowers sit cold
Summer came, a young lad pushed the same cart
With the same sight of decorative flowers
And I never saw her again
Rain-streaked slippery street
Wet dull sun instils melancholy
In the air, lamp shimmers on drenched pavement,
Weather-beaten souls in a variety of hats.
Pretty Girl in long flowing skirt holding
Bouquet of radiant yellow flowers,
A luminous aura of elation surrounds her
effervescent existence,
Gentleman passing by with minimal care.
Avoiding the bridal bouquet thrown my way
A pretty woman with a yellow flower bouquet in hand,
Walks down the street in light drizzle,
Her pretty hat covers her flowing blond hair lightly,
The flowing white skirt over dancing legs creates beauty.
A handsome man walks by her,
Immersed in the beauty of streetlights and drizzle,
He hardly notices the pretty woman go past him,
May be the lady’s bouquet was not meant for him.
The street is enchanted with yellow moon and flying birds,
May be this magic will find the man of lady’s dream.
An imagist glimpse of metamodern beauty
Her swagger sweeps the street.
Men pretend not to see—
yet their eyes beg the bouquet in her hand,
a wish disguised as disinterest.
She aligns with the lamppost,
the background tilts to her hue,
as if the lamp and pavement
had robbed the sun of its yellow—
and still,
her beauty hovers beyond this world.
After the day her soul will fly away,
I will buy her a wooden tulip bouquet.
"I give you all of my love today," I'll say,
Instead of giving them all away.
card left unsigned
bouquet left at the door
~ cautious admirer
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Submitted on September 3, 2025 to contest 1409 SENRYU sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - RANKED 1ST
a bouquet brings a window to life
AP: 1st place 2025
today i bought
a small bouquet
six long stems
of tender buds
in vivid blue
as luck
would have it
the day before
i'd bought a tall
and slender vase
never thinking
the two were
destined for
each other
the bouquet
slid into the vase
like it was
meant to be
a rare elegance
i'd rarely seen
so here we are
in awe
admiring
six irises
in their
graceful
ballerina
pose
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
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