Garlanded Poems | Examples

rainfall on roses, petals fall

I grew a rose from cuttings
pinched from a loved one's plot,
watered at ground-level, not at the top.
Dung and mulch kept well away, 
from stems lest their collars rot.
In time, it grew buds that blossomed
into flowers, a bounteous bouquet,
with bursts of red petals, blood bled.

It started with a sprinkle 
like from a watering can, but grew.
into a torrential shower
blasting the petals
onto the ground, all around the roses,
which were stripped bare,
to stems, buds, shredded leaves and thorns.
I cried to see all my endeavors lost.
All my efforts lost in vain 
to sometimes rain, falling on my roses,
with disdain of rain, utter and complete.

But, when I looked again
I saw the petals all spread out
as a lovely bedspread quilt 
surrounding the stems,
on the bare cold ground stained by rain.
Their beauty astounding still,
with red blooms shed, shredded, departed, 
garlanded into a ring of petals 
that arose to save our day.

Turn Left at the lights

Obtuse abuse..rude platitudes shout..

About alternative attitudes..generations..

Scream at different altitudes & latitudes..

Venerate mandarins sins.. 

Generate pernicious vicissitudes

Vicious avaricious machinations..

Celebrate nations chagrin…

Pander to propaganda spin..

AI garlanded reputations..

Cohorts in suits cavort in cahoots..

Kiss or diss..the abyss

Hiss of mis-information bliss..

Arrests..capitalist corporate conquests...detests protest..

Well got egregious prior & previous..

SO

Whatever your hue or world view..

We know what's wrong..doesn't belong

Deliriously daring to dream of derring do..

The meme..prime time you probably knew..

The Force..of course..

Is also seriously strong in you..

Bluebell Dells

Idyllic illicit illusion…

Complicit daydream delusion…

Explicit panoply profusion…

Other worldly garlanded gems..

Purring poetic…balletic..stirring kinetic aesthetic..

Absurdly drop atop delicious stems..

Heavenly blue hue...serenity’s serendipitous shade..

Or purple patch so plush…fairies blamelessly blush..

Bucolic blossom hush... mother nature's made..

Garnishing..varnishing.. intricate forest floor laid..

Magical mist…delicate..sumptuously sprayed... 

Trysts persist…unctuously dappled glade..

How can you resist..not be swayed?

Flagrantly decadently displayed. 

Fragrantly delectably conveyed...

Casts seasonal smorgasbord spells..

Marvel at the mythical majesty..

Spring’s cocooned woven tapestry..

Festooned filigree of bluebell dells

White Beauties of My Garden

"Flowers, the emblems of beauty and fragrance proudly assert that loveliness can catch every eye and brighten even the gloomiest heart"    ~ By Poet

look at these white blossoms,
attired in snow white velvety frocks,
unassuming and elegant
under the canopy of the starlit sky. 
though tiny in size, 
en masse they exude a hypnotic charm. 

birthed in the stillness of night,
they proclaim their presence,
in dazzling white.
decked by dewy beads,
they dance freely unnoticed.
some perfume the air 
with exotic scent,
permeating the nightly breeze. 

during day, they wait to be garlanded, 
by the amber beams of the sun,
longing to be hugged and kissed 
by the amorous butterflies.

these simple beauties are the silent partakers,
of life’s most beautiful romance!

In Lotus Bliss

Synthetic is the world we’re living in.
Plastic’s life seems timeless; it can’t replace
nature’s portraits: skies that leave us breathless,
bright swirling leaves, and rustic scenes of grace.

To see gold fields - a rainbow overhead -
how can any person not feel enthralled?
I think of high peaks garlanded by clouds
and wild flowers over our landscapes sprawled.

Technology offers us illusion.
The sham of it I'm often forced to see.
Land, air and waters untouched now seem rare.
Where peace can emanate I long to be!

I want to be where silence reigns over me,
so I close my eyes and imagine this:
a blossom on an unpolluted pond,
I float, unclothed and free, in lotus bliss.

Escape

at the edge of the cliff, 
she stood,
determined…….
eyes limpid pools of sadness
hair wind swept.
flawed….
damaged?

the swirling enormity below
inviting….!
nested in her own ignorance,
never knowing there’s poison,
in the sting of bees,
as dripping honey
in their combs.
in the heat waves of life
consumed without flame
yes, an escape ineluctable!
perhaps more to cover a secret…

SWISH….!

the water below parted noisily,
sloshed up… but the tug was fierce.
down, down….
she slid,
into the silver chambers
to be garlanded by mermaids!

INGENUITY - PROTOCOL

INGENUITY
laurels
garlanded
  so
  breath taking

swirls
of
  foliage
simulated
&
 envisioned
so
elegantly
vibrant in
sacred
  spaces
warm
&insitent
with
intangible
    clarity

deeply
poetic
  yet
    unsolicited

PROTOCOL
some
 decorum
where
precedent
  blossomed weaving
weaving
a
  narrative
deploying
an
unspoken
 loyalty
&
unwavering
  devotion
with
unparalleled
respect

eccentricity
silenced
 &made
   mute
thus
chaos
  avoided

The Red Carpet

I sit rolled in a corner
Almost forgotten
Quietly ignored
Crimson velveteen tufts 
Densely packed
Underlay visible
Obscuring the majesty
Only ever ceremoniously unfurled
When dignitaries visit
The streets I cover
Usually covered in dust
Dirty and dank
Freshly cleaned
To impress and fool
In the fetid air
The tang of fresh paint
Dingy corners spruced
The homeless ushered away
Children beautifully laundered
Flowers lavishly garlanded
Overflowing bins emptied
So when I am laid out
And smart soles 
Tread on my blushing fibres
The illusion is complete
And with my presence
The bare truth hidden
Fleetingly…
Till they have gone
And I am rolled away
Then in my absence
The putrid decay 
Of real life resumes

Trees

trees have shed their sheen
forlorn limbs stretch heavenward
garlanded with snow

Entry for Tania Kitchin's "A Late Fall Or Early Winter Haiku" Contest
(4 Nov 2019)

Rated No. 2 in the contest

Old Jalopy Looking Sublime

On pavements of pink hued highway
Ocean smiled in eyes of children
Roadside toads croaked with joy at the
Old Jalopy looking sublime

Pain in both knees and heart pounding
Still purple smile on blooming lips
All vintage cars looked with envy
At the swinging old Jalopy

Thin chin bald head dry skin still strong
How old are you asked the Fiat
Well past hundred said it smiling
All hands waved at old Jalopy


Bouquets and wreaths lifted its mood
It now ran with faster motion
Well ahead of competitors
Suddenly the Jalopy crashed


Gathered people embraced the gold
Fondly they called it's our treasure
Garlanded it with red lilies
Autumn raindrops showered fragrance



July 19, 2019

Her

HER

Shiny nose ring glistened on her smooth face
Row of rings sparkled on her delicate fingers
Pearl necklace garlanded her silky neck

Silver anklets slept on her silent legs
Square bangles hugged her dead wrists
Flowered wreath lay next to her decorated corpse

Free soul soared in freedom to utopia!

Spring Is Coming Soon

Spring is coming soon  - and thank the Lord!
Resplendent blossoms renovate each tree.
It cannot get here quick enough for me,
Nor does it linger long. The shining sward
Gleams, garlanded with daisies.  Every pond
Is laced with life!  I love to see the spawn,
Surmising that the lambs, so lately born,
Can frolic in the fleeces they have donned,
Occasioning the watchfulness of ewes.
March hares are up on haunches, sparring hard,
Ignoring me with haughty disregard,
Neglecting normal safety norms.  For shoes,
Gigantic oaks wear boots of bluebell blooms,
Surprising us with old-and-gnarled-and-new!
Obliging insects fertilize the plumes
Of furled-out flowers, iridescent blue,
Narcissus and nasturtium, breaking through!

Sunday 26 March, 2017

I Am Poetry

Poet me. Writer me. I must think 
I extend my story, to know it
The instrument I utilize, scroll quill & ink
Are my accepted method writ

With these, I see, the sayings
That be, composed and planned
The power of my imagination phrasings
Write in tune within my command

Inked profound through rhythmical flow
Carving the rhythms of my each line
Garlanded day by day, my deep rooted scroll
I compose my story, by my own one of a kind mind

The New Year Challenge

Now the New has said goodbye to the Old,
I look forward to a world new, fresh and bold.
Already I see the garden greets the new year,
Old plants are refreshed,new shoots appear.
New challenges now for me to take
Hold of trowel, spade and rake.
Remove debris the storms strewn around,
Broken twigs, old fruit all litter the ground.
Time to think of how I will paint this scene,
What colorful plants to compliment the green.,
Oranges, Reds, Violets, Blues and Yellows
All will show how our potted garden glows.
Honeysuckle, Bougainvillea, both red and gold,
When both are in bloom a sight to behold.
The Almond blossom takes my breath away,
Potted Oranges and lemons, a lovely bouquet.
Marigold and fuchsia, Narcissus and Rose,
All lovely scents to please the eye and nose.
So this is the challenge this New Year has set.
A garlanded garden that we will never forget.

© Dave Timperley 03 January 2017

Meaning of Christmas

Christmas splendors upon us, ushering in the New Year;
Basking in the Season's glow of contentment and cheer.
Bejeweled trees garlanded in red, green and white,
Christmas bells resounding, echoing loudly, from every height.

Sounds of this special season surrounding man's most sacred site;
Uplifting melodies and holiday visions so bright.
Contemplating thoughts of a Savior, born so long ago;
A magical star from the Heavens, and His humble manger aglow.

The meaning of Christmas, embedded in our hearts;
Embodiment of a conviction, and the meaning it imparts.
Peace unto man and the Earth He so loved;
Glory to God and the Heavens above.

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