Flaxen Poems | Examples

Lay Your Leathery Heat On Me

Oh Summer, let me count thy ways as I bask 
inside the sunlight of your sunny spice 
Oh Summer, may I drink from your flaxen flask
before winter turns my skin as cold as ice

Oh Summer, dance me to the end of August 
then dance me to the end of love.  
Oh Summer, before my memory turns to dust 
come and fit me like a glove...

Oh Summer, favored amongst all seasons 
with your golden rays of Yupik Mesquite   
Oh summer, give me all your fiery beacons 
lay your leathery heat on me, replete 

Oh Summer, Oh Summer, Oh Summer,  
you'll be gone soon, now that is a bummer !

Idyllic

Written: July 26, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Constance La France 
Quote: "Be like the sun for grace and mercy. Be like the night to cover others' faults." by Rumi

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The oak tree is lit up with spots of light,
Leaves bend and spin in a zephyr cloak sprite.
My head is full of hope-related views,
A hushed cobalt lake has stone toes in hues.

Sun shines brightly through rods of flaxen flame,
A buzz surrounds—no day's inklings will maim.
I grasp long-buried schemes from this staid trunk,
And draw the seams of broken dreams in bunk.

A bird's wings are knotted as it flies low,
Swans soar on a green world lit by pearl glow.

My Everlasting Flame

Words by: Arthur Vaso 
Excerpt from his poem entitled: She 
Red, the vibrancy of the rose, hidden. The little garden smiles after the rain, 
filled and  full of compassion she is my sanity in a world that has gone insane. 
She is my sunrise when sunsets are only,.. Flames !

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A beautiful sunset flames the horizon but all I do is think of her 
the way her fairy red hair glows in an evening's flaxen copper light
The water feels calm and the trees rest easily upon this peaceful earth
but all I want to do is run my fingers through her curls when she smiles ! 

She sits on a wicker bench, a red rose posed in beauteous charm
scented softly like the gardenias that surround my happy garden 
lost in the petrichor that arises after a long awaited rainfall 
all I need is to be close to her, closer than the breath of her skin

With a touch barely there the sun rises upon her ivory shoulder  
the Flames I've known yesterday can never compare 
to this gentle Rose who speaks only the language of love to me  
She is sunrise and sunset,... my everlasting Flame!
By: Mystic Rose

pineapple

rosette green leaves head
flaxen quilted spiky skin~
succulent sweetness

Haunted Cemetery

The other woman I was not the other worldly one I was 
with sexy strut she came she did this is what I ghastly did 
with a ghoulish voice I spooked and thwarted no applause 
no I never did forget the hurt she caused, he caused...


A solitary candle glowed on my gravestone mod it glowed 
a putrid smell of stinking corpse arrived when I arrived 
like a hunk of foul skunk hidden  in an old commode
I sent her goosebumps and a lump of hate archived   

Smoke filled the air a tomcat appeared at her heels 
with claws, fangs and two angry eyes ready to fight 
yanking at her flaxen hair I prepared for a tart meal 
as she screamed and screamed, wildly into the night.

The other man he was not the love of my life he was 
wearing faded jeans and a Nike T, he goaded me 
Slimy slithery things crawled up towards him with a cause,  
he never knew what hit him as he burned to the 3rd degree!

The Witches Grail

marred this mead of honeyed brew
yet flaxen still thy rotten spike
and spoil it so inedible
but haste unto her charge, she will

and grail be this austere cup
to carry off ignobleness 
and watch it drain through gullet of
a wrongsome hound, the cad, it must

and mete thy charm, ye witches grail

Before the Shadows

There was a light once shone in you,
like the softly glowing fireflies,
on sultry summer nights;
in Granville, Tennessee.

Before the shadows crossed your way.

Before the shadows crossed your way.

There was a song once came from you,
in melancholy Gaelic hues,
on each Fall’s golden morn;
your fetching siren’s call.

Before the shadows crossed your way.

Before the shadows crossed your way.

There was a touch once passed from you,
some tiny flaxen butterfly,
that brushed against my lips;
and took away my breath.

Before the shadows crossed your way.

Before the shadows crossed your way.

There was a you that I could feel,
each time we looked or met awhile,
two souls entwined in love;
that ever would be bound.

Before the shadows crossed your way.

Two souls entwined in love;
that ever would be bound.

Before the shadows crossed your way.

Under a Sky of Celadon -

Under a sky of celadon -
   I watched bees huddle
In frenzied expectation
   Of riding a flaxen petal.

Lupine and globe mallow
   Danced about while sage
Waved at me from below -
   Comprising my entourage.

I saw pale butterflies mingle
   Within dewy creosotes
Then came an argent gale
   Which tugged at their cloaks

And then - the drape shifted
   But my vision proves true -
A celadon echo gifted
   To me that sunny interlude.

You Saw Anew

      Sundial numerals illuminate 
      Knowing noon narrow shadow arrow strikes
      Flicks ‘round corners of maze elaborate 
      Heraldic daffodil, dormant out psychs 

      
      Lion, amber assured stride resolute
      Teams beside mine, admires canter cloud bounce
      Trembled meshing manes make brushstrokes astute
      Abstract turns apparent, rewound amounts


      Labyrinth lane secures our fears slumbering
      Canary chortle performs audacious 
      Honey wine celebrates when Summer brings
      Walls torched in lofty laughing blazes


      Flung flaxen, fertile wheat fields’ wispy waltz
      Scorched xanthe seeds multiply dream results






     24th July 

    Yellow Leo

Chels

Soft as the nights darkness
The speckle in your eye 
Those pretty blues 
Who wouldn’t choose 

Flaxen hair in the air 
A beauty that shimmers in the sun 
Skin illuminated by the light
So pure and bright

Love filled with such promise 
A promise for life 
Here today and tomorrow
Forever together 
Hitched at the soul

Love combined with such greatness 
Souls intertwined as one
A compatibility matched to none 
She is the one

Yellow

"The world is God's pure mirror clear to eyes when free from clouds within"Rumi

Yellow sunrise illuminates night sky
It chases darkness away to the west
Goldfinch sent in to feed by Adonai
Each morning, in so many ways, I'm blessed.

Yellow sun behind gray clouds, stillness looms
Will raindrops begin to fall 'pon the ground
Watering the garden, wash pollen, fumes
Clearing earth's air and all nature astound

No lemony peaks between the clouds' gray
There are no flaxen streaks within the blue
An eerie feel upon the air, dismays
Will unrestrained storm pass unhindered through  

Yellow sunrise seems to predict no rain.
Prayers do protect us, those storms detain

A TANKA PROSE afterword

I walk through the glade
colour enlightens me-
 in my mind's eye
abstractions rainbow
my persoective

The soft yellow streaked the terra cotta,shadowing the speckled sallow saffron 
a bluish buff upon the cochineal;brilliant boneblack grizzled the engrain
citrine carnation as the fallow flaxen,rustic rubrical rainbow-tinted 
the magenta mandarine;unseen the ultra-marine, tinged burnt sienna,
reflecting a golden flame of raw umbery upon the earth green;bright mosaic gold
mottled the sallow sorrel virent yellow,oak stained the pale apricot;while
blood red,reddish russetdotted the olive lind;freckled crimson,a chestnut maroon,
on fuchsias faded apple green as burnt rumber sank deep into its sanguine slumber.

migrating birds

autumn's palette
dawning morning
fight
ride golden sun rays'
flaxen horizon
heaven bound

migrating birds
V formation
tranquil redolence
fragrance
dance among tender
watercolor jewels
as their voices
    echo

3-3-2024

Palette of color

Vibrant color,
dancing

reflections of
impressionist art,
blaze on deep green water
of mirrored lake,
flaxen and scarlet leaves
heed their reflections

painted lips spread
betwixt the trees,
multicolored leaves swirl
fluttering,

deep blue sky silhouettes
over lake water,
evening dawns

summer songs
fading out,
frosty kiss of autumn lingers.

FIRST DRAFT

Mural Musings
the soft yellow streaked the terra cotta,
shadowing the speckled sallow saffron 
a bluish buff upon the cochineal;
brilliant boneblack
grizzled the engrain
citrine carnation
as
the fallow flaxen,rustic rubrical
rainbow-tinted 
the magenta mandarine;
unseen
the ultra-marine, tinged burnt sienna,
reflecting a golden flame of raw umbery upon
the earth green;
bright mosaic gold
mottled the sallow sorrel
virent yellow,oak stained
the pale apricot;
while
blood red,reddish russet
dotted the olive lind;
freckled crimson,
a chestnut maroon,
on fuchsias faded apple green
as burnt umber sank deep
into its sanguine slumber.

This a favourite poem because it combines my two hobbies art and poetry
Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2007

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