Corolla Poems | Examples

marvelling flowers

marvel at the vigorous blade of grass,
resistant to the worst storms,
marvel at the dandelion, offering a thousand treasures
To the bees of the county,
marvel at the hemlock flower, which could
poison ten ancient poets,
marvel at the plant world and its millions
of possibilities,

marvel at the fern, which does not tire
that winter,
marvel at how the butterfly marvels
on the corolla of digitals,
marvel at the yellow flowers, so numerous
and vain,
marvel at the capuchins, daisies,
Flowers loving you.


Marvel at the young oak tree, which defies a thousand reeds
in his old age,
marvel at the olive tree whose fruit inspired the Iliad
and many poems,
marvel at the hydrangea, dahlia, and forget-me-not
with shy petals,
do you inspire from the vegetable world, to never become
crazy or proud,
invite the bees in the garden of your imagination.

MARIGOLD

Merrily, I sway in the sunlight. 

Multi-layered corolla full bright 

Mostly found in yellow, red, and creamy white

Musky and pungent aroma, though slight

Makes mosquitoes run away in fright. 

Men have no menace from their itchy bite.

Mount on a hollow stem, which has low height. 

My presence brings festive mood and delight.

My looks make your garden a beautiful site.

My name ends in gold; it’s my sole right.


PLACE: 3rd

Beyond Wonderland - Kuhlmann Sonnet

Spaceward: genesis, obedience, fathomless: universe.
In Cerulean: lambent, sullen, discernible: Close ignite.
With harmony: hypaethral, skyward, aether: womb hiccups 
Whelm time: serenade, stardust, drizzles: diamond dust,
Overall trends: extinguish, slumber, wonder: celestial hymn,
By extolling: Argyle, twinkle, soothing:  miraculous rule

Alabaster Gypsum: portholes, peering, ogling: rain glints
Rubicund Jocund: ventral, sheqalim, vivid: lured stars 
Exalt air: Blistering, bleeding, molting: Corolla collide
Orotund Moire: Kaleidoscopic, sentient, dusk: carnal life 
Grab fistful: Dripping, purple, precipitation: Sunburnt sky
Dodging Venus: Flytrap, ill-wishers, pyramids: Shift astern.


This variation on sonnet XL1 to illustrate what Kuhlmann intended .
kuhlmann  is a verse poem of two phrases interspered with three related monosyllabic stem- words(nouns,adjectives )with an integral title.The label and form is derived from the baroque poet Quirinus Kuhlmann's 50 sonnet 
form Love-kiss XLI

Poem inspired by the sonnet penned by Brian Stand

Tribute To the Rose Beloved Flower

Is the rose,
subtle tact,
sweet smell
 wonderful sense...
Portentous,
pink look,
pr yellow, white
 blue, black
 Manu colora,
elegant silence
in love
dialogue...
It is flowering,
petal
pinkish
rosy florid...
Queen of flowers,
uncrowned,
no corolla
passionate,
mistress of passion...
Offered
with flower love, proof of love
of those in love...
Delighted, fine gift
for lovers,
is and always will be,
rose, beloved flower... !

Mid Day Kiss

I was waiting still
Wandering, dreaming
in the frozen tundra, communing 
with echoes of unformed shadows
each season, I swore that this
Silviah will surely come someday

As angels share dreams
so are our tendrils twined
each node, an inch to sunlight
What solace you bring dear heart
What cheer and glee awaits our 
flamed souls and charmed corolla

This August you come,
for us to become a vine of glory
your graceful ankles guides thee
to our hillside chapel for a mid day kiss

You have healed me dear Silviah
for the chambers of my heart bubble 
with the munificence of your soul.

The crucible of your affection 
has yielded endless hope,
sprouts of adorable sunflower

Happiness is sweet and warm,
you now contain all my fires within
furred nest, waxing, with scented mist

May the sun be clipped to sustain 
this dawn for evermore

Tittle - Tattle

Meena can drive Corona,
whispered Tina to Nina.
Is she a doctor?
How could she master?
Ney dear, it is Corolla.

Paint Me Beautiful

draw the line along my scars
make a circle and a dash
curve the petals, shape the corolla
fill the colour in, in red
like the lips of the one who kissed me last
droop the leaves in lime green and sky blue
the stem like a ruler straight and narrow
measuring the space between my cracks
all the paint might hide the marks
make my skin beautiful and proud
and for a moment it’s all true
i love the trace of your brush against my flesh
all warm and cool, all the same
the splash of water canvassing your craft
as it drips outside of the lines
consuming more of the bounds
paint my scars, paint me whole
make me beautiful and proud once more

Ode To My Car

The Wonder Mobile broke today
Of course it would happen
Why wouldn’t it
4 cylinders running on 3
Getting out to push probably much faster
Poor little Corolla

It had a hard life.
Neglected some love’n
It pees all over, grumbles when it starts
Brakes kind of funny, but the horn is loud
Might not stop on a dime
But you will hear me coming

Washed twice in 11 years
Driven around the block to go next door
Years of waking up in wonder
Will my car start today?
Am I catching the bus today?
It all caught up to me today

Maybe I will drive to the Ferrari lot
Trade it in, what can I get
Maybe I will humble myself
Fix the Wonder Mobile
Give it some love’n
And wash it a third time

=======
True story, my car really did break today.
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Encounter Part III

Dashing out my front yard
The sun is already high
On the boulevard
Today seems to be my longest ride
I just went bump
Off the nearest speed hump
The to my surprise
A green Toyota Corolla stopped next to me
The driver took pity on me
And said can you hold on to my bumper
I gladly obliged
Today I seem to get a sweet ride
Old fat Bessie was shocked
To see how I travel these days
It was like me and my wheelchair
Were motor skiing on the open road
I was being young and dangerous
Tell me how many twenty-four-year-olds'
Live to tell their adventures
My wheels were smoking
When I let go I went to tell my colleagues
They did not believe me
They wanted to send me back home
They thought I was coming down with a fever
They thought I was joking
I believe that driver was an angel
Sent to give me a boost

Consign Eddies of Mounting Ire To a Pyre Fire

Inside a bar in my town
I drown brown sorrows, swilling beer after beer
Feeling tall in my gaunt gown as I play the clown
Wishing I could wipe away her memory into a low gear 

Which in my Corolla I engage
Thoughts tumbling, feelings grumbling
As mind and conscience I enrage
Fumbling, crumbling, gambling

Until eyes get bloodshot
Mind goes bleary
Brain overheats so hot
I get weary and teary

But what the heck! What to me’s a little peck
To shout consciousness back into business
No hard feelings at all for the neck

That cranes and deigns to break
The cycle of reveries I indulge 
Imagining I’d washed away the wreck
Thriving on the madness I encourage

Drinking my life silly
Driving my happiness away
Praying I’d longer remain the hillbilly
Held in a straitjacket bay

Which in my saner moments can’t countenance
Unless up around the bend I conspire to expire
Condoning and contemplating selfies without substance
As in my throat roar and soar eddies of mounting ire.

Afia Achiaamah

Before trust,she lives with love, 
Up above feelings,her voice builds inspiring sentiments. 
Looking up to the skies,her face is drawn on the clouds above the horizons. 
I guess you don't have core-knowledge of this person?
I'm dealing with this personality born with dorminant beauty. 
Yeah,the kind that would make you wonder in seduction. 
Beating up on reality, 
Nothing speaks against her perception. 

God fearing lady with nativity conviction.
Qualified with intelligence and honour.
Meet her kind of Charisma, 
That which attracts attention as corolla. 
And you'll not afford to let go of her.
Affableness and diligence holds whatever she deter. 
When she appears before me,I recall the first day we met. 
The day that I can't forget. 

Hey...she goes by the name AFIA ACHIAAMAH.. 
In fact,I'm honoured being in her contemplatable love attire,
And she is highly venerated even from afar. 
If smiles fall on my face that means her voice is heard in ears. 
Pretty looking of her greatness is trending through years. 
This got to be a decorative spectrum,  
Of which grace and self-discipline always dare to make AFIA ACHIAAMAH a blissful medium.

My Old Floribunda

You may be antiquated so dormant 
during seasons of inclement weather
then my champion you become rampant
when sun is high my garden bellwether,
morning dew glisten on your corolla
crisp perfect petals of vibrant claret 
as summer breeze sings soothing opera
you stand proud swaying like a free spirit,
exquisite outstanding prize of the bed
now full bloom exhaling your aroma
protected by thorns exquisite shaped head
from bud to bloom you declare persona
I know old rose you won't live for ever
though you prove you can still give great pleasure.



8/1/2018

Being Alive

My life, unlived...None the less,
here I am lingering without a care,
in the tender gaze of starlight-
winging into the fog thrown 
by the loftily spreading corolla
of  Capistrano's artistry.
It's jungle coiled leaves,
the size and shape,
of an iguana's ears watercolors me
in a marsh of dappled streams.
For a while, I am captivated by this
display, my soul deeply focused
on a moment daringly alive through
the picturesque landscape of wonder.


165 Contest -- Brian Strand
29th Jul 2108

Wild Horses of Corolla

High in the dunes, feeding on Beach Grass,
Looking over their land in the Carova sand,
Majestic, they stand.
On the beach they frolic and roll,
Mares and stallions enjoying a stroll,
Tagging along are the trailing foals.
Stallions challenge others the same,
As another band of Wild Horses try to stake a claim,
Fierceness prevails on both sides,
One must win before the fight subsides.
Trucks and jeeps racing through divides,
One band leaves, heads for the dunes,
Frolicking and rolling in the sand resumes,
Wild Horses of Corolla dance to their own tune.

Flowering Beauty Grows Amongst Thorns

Rose petals blossoming out from the heart softly silk 
starbursts brightly sitting a regal flower kissed 

By loving sunshine sweet glowing beauty dances 
your delicate curling petals so beautiful 

Like a butterfly's wings fluttering eyelids mist
engaged upon a glance sweet fragrance whispered dew 

Embalmed by the perfume of such treasure found gift  
it is here that an arrow of gold strikes home dear
sweet velvet corolla crumples fragile breathless

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