I was beguiled;
you were then
a flower child;
veiled in Cyclamen
opus of allure;
siren to men.
I stared, unsure;
unabashed, you smiled,
our thoughts, impure.
Categories:
cyclamen, desire, love,
Form: Other
They say people come and go
But I hope you stay
Through all the winters and summers yet to come
Until every strand of my hair has turned grey,
Until I lose the last of my memory.
Will you stay?
To watch the sun rise and set,
To stay up till midnight for every New Year's eve.
Will you stay with me till all the tides
of the sea subsides?
To celebrate each year of our diminishing youth
But our love that still remains and grows
Like the roots of an ancient tree
With the unvarying likeness of Cyclamen flowers.
Will you stay with me until everything disappears?
Categories:
cyclamen, beautiful, best friend, care,
Form: Free verse
Early spring crocus
Hardy purple pansies
Tall clusters of verbena
Vines of morning glory
Arabella clematis
Ornamental allium blooms
Lupinesque wild indigo
Slender wild hyacinth
Faithful canterbury bells
Dignified cattleya orchid
Vibrant effervescent cyclamen
Statuesque gladiola
Cosmopolitan heliotrope
Spiked liatris flowers
Grandiflora petunia
Magical mystic merlin
Unfurling crested iris blossoms
Climbing cascades of wisteria
AP: Honorable Mention 2021, Front Page Pick 2021
Submitted on May 30, 2022 for contest PURPLE FLOWERS sponsored by NAYDA IVETTE NEGRON FLORES - RANKED 2ND
on March 10, 2022 for contest GARDEN INSPIRATIONS sponsored by BJ LEGROS KELLEY - RANKED 3RD
and on May 7, 2021 for contest NATURE POETRY sponsored by REGINA McINTOSH
Originally posted on February 19, 2019
Categories:
cyclamen, appreciation, flower, garden, nature,
Form: Free verse
Painted pictures...of unicorns
And painted pictures...of bushes with thorns
Flowers grow...on my window sills
Roses, tulips...and daffodils
Garden rows...of buttercup
Flower pots...all filled up
Cherries red...in dark green leaves
Carnations sewn...on pocket sleeves
Cyclamen with white trim...pink
Painted on my...wood neck zinke
Soft flowing music...of violins
Smiling faces...creating grins
Writing poems...in my spare time
Writing lyrics...rhyme a rhyme
My hobbies that...I like to do
These lovely things...hold my heart true
Hobbies Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Julie Leigh Rodeheaver
2-12-2019
Categories:
cyclamen, flower,
Form: Verse
I bought more cyclamen and recalled you
Wandering through wildflowers by my side
I don’t know where to put them , they might die
Then I would feel so sad and lonely blue
All we read of pain and love is true.
Yet we let our hearts stay open wide
I bought some cyclamen and recalled you
Wandering through wildflowers by my side
I have loved not widely but a few
I have touched on bliss and when it flies
I have touched the grief that truly lies
I bought cyclamen and recalled you
Categories:
cyclamen, fate, flower, loneliness,
Form: Roundel
I bought more cyclamen and recalled you
Wandering through wildflowers by my side
I don’t know where to put them, they might die
Then I would feel so sad and lonely blue
All we read of pain and love is true.
Yet we let our hearts stay open wide
I bought some cyclamen and recalled you
Wandering through wildflowers by my side
I have loved not widely but a few
I have touched on bliss and when it flies
I have touched the grief that truly lies
I bought cyclamen and recalled you
Categories:
cyclamen, addiction, lost love,
Form: Roundel
Waxy flowers poking through
Snow so white
Flowers bright.
Made me think of you.
I see once more your dark red hair,
Soft as snow,
On pillow.
Now my bed is bleak and bare
,
Face alight,flower to sun,
I loved you.
Love so true.
Fear by love,overcome.
Cyclamen in the snow,
Pink and red,
Now frozen,dead.
Love was,oh,so long ago.
But never gone from in my mind.
Thoughts so deep,
Upwards seep.
Love was gentle,love was kind,
Always in my mind
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Categories:
cyclamen, angel, light,
Form: Rhyme
Waves crash the rocks in ecstasy
as I pass the archway
to the sea.
Onwards to the village,
busy cafes,
the aroma of coffee brewing,
as a power of teens gather, texting.
I venture down
a chestnut lined road
under a canopy
of Copper Beech
where bright shafts of sun
illuminate a lane of lavender
a sea of perfume
wafts the air.
Climbing an incline,
hills in view,
the distant sobbing
of water sounds
a trickling brook emerges
ambling through magenta heather
and thorny gorse.
I reach a stile,
entrance to the woods
where a carpet
of frosted red cyclamen
bleeds down to a deep dark glen.
A chicory lake lies there, frozen
as a mist uncurls between reeds.
The granite hills,
soft with snow,
luminous against a whale grey sky.
A copse of pine trees
surround a curving river
where trout pout, bubbling.
At the fold of day,
returning hom
The pale sun sinks the horizon
as stars tremble
into a velvet night
Categories:
cyclamen, adventure, happiness, life, love,
Form: Free verse