Calla Poems - Poems about Calla

White trumpets rise, a silent, stark decree, Their waxy bells, a whisper in the air, Calla lilies, born of purity. A single stem, a graceful embassy, Where light and shade in subtle hues compare, White trumpets rise, a silent, stark decree. Their petals hold a promise, calm and free, Of beauty born, a fragrance soft and rare, Calla lilies, born of purity. No thorns,...

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green leaves, foreshadow, of sword-like regalia… lily buds unsheathed - dainty pastels of yellow, purple, pink and lavender...

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the sunshine stunners a varicolored valley calla lilies wild blacks reds and orange at home with pinks and yellows the swinging season pink robin in leaves strutting towards the sunset unseen gardener...

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Lone Lily Unfurled in quiet repose Grasped in the hands of the damned Held under chin to capture the soul Closed in the darkness Of satin lined box Never again to be gazed upon It’s sweet scent lost to the living Slowly fading as flesh melts And all that remains…… ...

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Exquisite flower Beautifies with dainty grace The place when you stand From weddings to funerals Representing transitions 3-6-2016...

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my morning coffee while soaking up the sunshine the Calla Lilies are a balm to my senses I breathe in their rich fragrance...

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Alas, I beseech you, Rose. How many have fallen to your elegant beauty? The curves of every petal, red as a ripe cherry, have called so many. Next to the rose, who can love the Calla Lily? I am only a simple flower, beautiful, perhaps, only for that simplicity. My curves are not as elegant as...

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The calla lily ladies pay a dainty little toll to shade their face from beauty which will purify their soul. (all protestant their daughters - ambiguity is plain - unscented shapeless bodies with no luster to their mane) Belief is not conceit received within a holy name but licks with tricks to finger flick a...

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A lily sits frozen upon a white mountain, Overseeing the crimson sun. Overseeing landscapes with striking ginger and emerald, That even God dreams of such blissful sceneries. Its Wind blows the Grass, Into a wave motion, swiftly, and gently moving towards the lily, Yet such a gentle gesture is unable to sooth away its bitter cold. When it rains and falls on...

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The magnificent beauty Unique in its appearance Used since the days of Rome Marked in the passage of winter solstices Treasured and cherished Lover of water, pure and elegant Fragrant and bliss With a tear drop center Once gracing the royal gardens of Paris Cut and resting in glass, posing on tables Clinched together in the arms...

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