Raising high to touch the sky.
It knows when yard day is,
shrinking its presence just this once,
matter of life and death.
When it’s time she becomes a new beauty,
stops imitating the sun for her
new cloud-like persona,
drifting carefree.
Strong like dandelion — I grow.
They’ll tell you she’s a weed,
that you shouldn’t want her around.
But if you accept her and all her glory,
welcome her and all her parts,
you might find out
she makes an awesome tea.
Dandelion Clover Pixie from Dublin Town
Disappeared when the meadow turned brown
She did not reappear until after the snow
March was the time she usually decided to show
She loved the verdant clover and dandelions too
Lying in wait with them, found often in the dew
I never disturbed her, or Iris Guy, her pixie brother
They were protected, said my sainted late mother.
Dandelion dreams drip from ebony eyes
Onyx screams of love birds in blue sky
Morning smells of maple syrup so sweet
Eager to rise from the deep denim sleep
Sacred psalms of a dream catcher’s art
Turquoise stone shining like hope in heart
Indigo images shadow dance in sunlight
Cat fat and black racing squirrel outside
Blue moods like jazz play with my mind
Like the clock tic tick teal in perfect time
I people watch as wild animals watch me
Strolling barefoot enjoying life’s silver scene
Starry night melts into cloudy day dream
The battle between good and evil lives in the back of my mind
I choose good, I choose love.
But I am often disappointed as it seems that choice is never the right one.
I grow from my experiences; I grow like weeds in the cracks of the driveway.
People pick me the way they pick a dandelion.
I am used for their wishes,
And what is left of me is tossed to the ground,
blown away by the wind.
I try to grow again,
But like a weed, I grow in unwanted places.
And I am picked from my roots once more,
Only for the disappointment to repeat itself.
And in this battle between good and evil in the back of my mind,
I still can not help but to choose good, to choose love.
Dandelion dreams blowing in wind
And I’m nodding off again
Yellow sun shining so bright
Doesn’t matter if it’s not night
Roses tickle my nose red
Eagerly sliding on frilly daybed
Amber yawn that state my peace
Mind is calm ready to softly sleep
We are all created spread our wings scatter ourselves throughout life
Dandelions;
Flower blooms;
Perfect bliss;
Happiness enriches;
Care less, worry not;
Love more, Do you;
Be great- like Christ
The perfect example;
Salvation brings;
Joy, then rejoice;
Then comes your reward.
Dandelions roar
King queen of green grassy hill
Caterpillars feast
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dandelion seeds
ride the unseen wind's promise
faith becomes rooting
A warm blanket for the morning.
A freshly squeezed glass of orange juice.
A sun ray peeking through soft dew.
A grandfather clock chiming in the corner.
A rush past swaying beds of grass.
A leap onto smooth cement.
A rain cloud in the horizon.
A whisper of fog from the south.
A passenger train behind schedule.
A quick look at a wristwatch.
A card yet to be punched.
A sudden pour on open fields.
A puddle mistaken for a ravine.
A hurricane for your troubles.
A wind to be ever picked up.
A wind which is actually a breeze.
A blow of a dandelion.
A seed connecting with earth.
A drink for the roots.
A sapling sprung high.
A tree for your troubles.
Here you can happily escape
Onyx clouds reality can create
Looking forward is more fun
Inspiring smiles warm like sun
Dancing dandelions despite truth
A big wind can emerald end you
Yet optimistic will reach for sky blue
I’m a pretty cute flower
Still they call me an undesirable weed
Don’t they know namecalling’s hurtful
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
DANDELION WISHES
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The moon, a silver coin tossed high,
hangs in the velvet sky.
Dandelions, ghosts in the grass,
glow faintly, catching borrowed light.
Each puff is a soft, silent prayer
carried on the breeze, destination unknown.
“Do they reach the moon,
these tiny seeds of longing?
Or do they tangle in the stardust,
blooming anew on some distant world?
The moon offers no answers, only the quiet solace
of its unwavering gaze.
I look upward, hearing only the soft, persistent murmurs
of the evening breeze blowing across the grass
A dandelion seed.
Starts at the end of a small stem.
Floating all over.
Little seeds leaving airy footprints.
And I am leaving things behind too.
Mud all over.
Hurting.
If seeds could grow into something maybe she would be here.
Seeds.
Vacuuming it all up.
I think seeds are like particles except that they can-
Pinch you awake,
Mud slapped onto my boots.
A dandelion.
Leaves a horrid, dead stem behind.
Leaves the stem hooked into the ground.
And the seeds are dead too.
Some of them are, I know it.
They are still floating like dead bodies.
Haunted and stunning deadliness.
Leaving airy footprints of the accident.
I walked away from it.
Not everyone does.
So like a lucky surviving dandelion seed, I lived.
Leaving behind the stem.
And her too.
have you ever tried to eat dandelion leaves?
someone told me how delicious they are in a tea.
I did not have a recipe, but I tried it several ways.
I am pretty sure they were lying.
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