Dahlias Poems - Poems about Dahlias

early summer sun the first dahlia blooms reaching up toward the sky ...

Continue reading...

They make me wonder--- What fingers wove the tapestry of their being! The splash of violet here, mauve there, white with red stripes— They stand tall and do not bend till the wind forces them to. Though soft, they manifest dignity. When stress and depression shoot their thorns, A glimpse of these beauties spell discipline. ‘We are of the earth and...

Continue reading...

The house on the hill with its magical spell has shed the years possessions they mount collecting memories cause the Sun follows us and the dahlias with its daydream quality makes us happy with all the things we could do...

Continue reading...

fine new fernery two forgotten dahlias innocently bud...

Continue reading...

Orange sunshine, pink butterflies, in dawn buds of hope- Last night's rain has caused noon blooms in the fields! Canaries are flying low in a season of scents and scenery; And the moments are creeping, in response to sultry heat. A day among varicolored dahlias, at the premiere of life, As bees are buzzing for honey, at summertime's midlife. Tall...

Continue reading...

Deep purple dahlias - plush garden zen steeps in the moonlight hours. Zappiest buds sleep in their flower beds - beautiful dreams. Keep of dazzling pompoms - perpetual studs. Blaze of royal beauty ~ reign of kindness. Praise of Queen of Autumn in twilight’s dim. Sways, the ornamental puffs,...

Continue reading...

So tangerine apricot carrot colored and marmalade, Blooms graced the garden of warm sunshine and shade. Orange were rich dahlias where hummingbirds hummed, With a rare beauty which left the daylight stunned! Over with the blues, skies of chiffon clouds danced, All of a summer, while huge marigold sun entranced! Orange were the butterflies, searching for delights, Whereas flame robins flounced...

Continue reading...

The crickets In perfect harmony with the frogs Serenade Bachianas outside our window Inspiring the candle to a seductive dance. Tempted by the candle’s charm Your hands shape into a bird That flies to the flawless white ceiling To join her shadow. Your eyes, two stars Brighten your lips As your hands get more and more lost In this Swan Lake. I...

Continue reading...

Devotion Poem, The Black Dahlias This morning, for a time, you seemed To have disappeared. I called out to you From my bed, but the words Must have been consumed into mute syllables, For any answering voice, if there was one, was not yours. I asked the angels to go search for you And soon they found the traces of...

Continue reading...

Exactly five years ago I lived in a city that I named as the city of my struggles quite an imposing brand you would say but I found it appropriate in my mid-twenties. I crawled against my inertia to move dragging myself outside everyday. At exactly half past eight in the morning I would hop on a bus to my workplace I could...

Continue reading...

Shattered glass below my feet causing open wounds Like the blood pumping blue through this aching heart My mind has been twisted once again when I thought it was tamed Love is not the word to describe the pain when love is lost Fluttering wings of butterflies cause the stomach to excite the brain Missing her was not what...

Continue reading...

Work of wonder work of light. Bend to heaven dispel the night....

Continue reading...

The sage green wall had worn a blank look until, slightly askew, with a tilt to the left dangling helplessly, without a complaint is the pride of an artist, who lacked all constraints. He dipped into his paints with no sense of restriction hung it in place without hesitation giving the viewer a crick of the neck. It hangs precariously,...

Continue reading...

On a sage green wall that once wore a blank look, it dangles helplessly, without a complaint. It is slightly askew, with a tilt to the left, giving the viewer a crick of the neck Hanging precariously, for an eager assessment without much annoyance, or an "either" or an "or" Just a "take me or leave me" with a bolder...

Continue reading...

colors so rich they overwhelm me with their brazen scents, winds so warm, they feel like the gentle caress of a lover waters sparkle like your eyes; a timeless green that turns gray in the shadows the sun is thrown from side to side when its high in the ever burning blue sky a rose so red,...

Continue reading...