I glance over
A rose in bloom
Or a gold Egyptian tomb
You look the same as you did last October
I make sure to visit you every day
The sky always looks gloomy
The space between us is too roomy
I can’t bring myself away
I wish I was closer to you
Barriers separate us in many ways
You left me in a daze
Can we ever start anew?
I bring you flowers every time
Sometimes I wonder if you remember me
The petals fall onto you like debris
In this light, I bet you look divine
I wonder what you would’ve looked like in the present
It was so long ago
To you, I owe
I wish I could get to you, the descent
I fall to my knees on the dirt
Tears fall down freely
My feelings for you are ideally
I know you wouldn’t like to see me hurt
My hand rests on your tomb
Fingers trace your name
I glance at your photo frame
The uncanny look of doom
Categories:
chrysanthemums, grave, memorial, missing you,
Form: Free verse
I’ve always loved the chrysanthemums
Bulbs of yellow, purple, orange, and red,
Filling in blank spaces in the flower bed
Perfect perennials appearing in large sums.
We always called them “mums,” for short
Loved making corsages of the white ones,
Sometimes they remind us of colorful suns
I’m told a favorite flower for a royal court.
FIRST PLACE WINNER
Written August 27, 2022
Submitted to: "8 Lines of Rhyme - Your Favorite Flower" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin
Categories:
chrysanthemums, flower,
Form: Rhyme
A mother chrysanthemum is blooming
On the side of a footpath were
People are hurrying to and fro
It stood quietly with the defiance of the people
Showing a scene that looks coincidental
Being ignored or not by the thinking eyes
Just bloomed for its own destiny as a fact
Not for a bit for the strangers' passers-by
So why does one need to offer a cheap sigh
Categories:
chrysanthemums, confidence, environment, loneliness, self,
Form: Verse
orange chrysanthemums
have they been invented yet
I plot their birth
Categories:
chrysanthemums, flower,
Form: Haiku
In that time when the leaves
Are on fire,
Sparks from the autumn sun,
I return
To my place of nurturing
And ancestors.....
It’s there that sleep becomes
A deepened slumber,
And those old forgotten dreams surface once
More, like a cork
From a floating bottle,
A discarded life
Coming back like a ghost in the midnight
Hour.
Far off the cemetery holds the memory
Of grandparents and they too
Have found a new journey, their old selves
Expanded like a flood of thought...
My hand is warm when I place the orange flowers
Of October on each grave,
Chrysanthemums,
And in a split second of complete nourishment
I know I’m just passing through
And that my childhood has vanished.
Categories:
chrysanthemums, absence, emotions, grandfather,
Form: Free verse
Chrysanthemums
Chrysanthemums arrive in fall
Yellow, white, maroon or rusty;
Some grow short – some grow tall -
They bloom when stormy winds blow gusty.
From Children of the Autumn Garden
3-6-20
Contest Rithimus Divisa 2
Sponsor: Gregory Barden
Categories:
chrysanthemums, flower,
Form: Rhyme
The Crysanthemums don’t know what to do
It was cold, now it is hot, colors are fading too
Some blossoms wilting, but the rest still alive
A mixture of beauty until weather takes a dive
When winter rolls its white carpet relentlessly
Leaving the cold snowflakes on the plants to see
Heidi Sands
9/26/17
Categories:
chrysanthemums, flower, seasons,
Form: Rhyme
Chrysanthemums Birth
Seeds fill orgies needs
Lay numb, pregnant on the fields
Chrysanthemums bloom
Categories:
chrysanthemums, beautiful, birth, flower, image,
Form: Haiku
Sonnet LXXII
Coming from the Greek "krus anthemon"
Heroic as the name implies, hath told
Revitalised each myth that once upon
Yearns wonder while a bunch of these I hold,
Sufficient is the splendid orb that says,
Another legend shuns the said sunrise
Note all, have in abundance grand displays
Together in their sphere of stark surprise
Hitherto, have I seen this utmost vast.
Essential to the backcloth, those in front
Might eagerly to reach new heights and cast
Unequalled while those fairytales advance
May gods appear so their religions last,
So they can be accepted unsurpassed.
Categories:
chrysanthemums, nature,
Form: Acrostic