Gladiolas Poems | Examples

a giddy gliding dragonfly

marie is a giddy gliding dragonfly
flitting, flirting, flying high
light, lithe, lively too
enthusiastically exuding energy of two
swooping sassily among the grateful gladiolas in the glade
kissing yellow daffodils and tulips, never afraid
landing on lovely lilies with a dainty touch
a delicate demure dragonfly, we all love very much.

glamourous glitzy glossy glassy gladiolas

glamourous gladiolas gleefully graced Griffin’s gorgeous garden’s oath.
glowing glitzy, glossy, glassy and grassy, garnishing grandpa’s growth.

glib gladiator in Gladys Gladiolas

Glandular glib gladiator in Glady’s gladiolas?
glazing glassblowers gleaning gabbiness?
glistening, glittery, glitzy glop glimpsing gladiator?
globular glowworm gloriously gleaming in Glady’s gladiolas.

Django-Lego

We are partly into an early Spring and the horses' struts with their
heads held up. White Palominos all, majestic beauties they'd be in the
heart of the little village passing by the central square where the market
is full of life of sellers and buyers, to gawkers and talkers as well. 

Nearby is the marbled-tier water fountain brimming with fish life and just beyond is the village lake, also teeming with edible fishes unlike those inside of the fountain. Edges of Papyrus and tall Cypress grass and just touching the colorful water lilies. Ahh, they've just arrived and tied up the horses so they'd be secured, here on top of the hill that overlooks the tiny village but seemingly the town life seems to have come up onto the hill, now the hill is full of life.

Oh, I forgot, the village of 'Somerset' with its old charm, thick thatched rooftops with their upper windows of English Oak, post and doorways too. Peaches, Apples Banana trees. Daffodils, daisies, roses, pansies, gladiolas, and much much more. This is truly Spring, the other seasons will be along shortly. I am here, that's why the village is here. I wanted to come home to 'Somerset' and be buried here in the Spring.

I Dreamt

I dreamt of blue birds
and buzzing bumble bees.
I roamed with the bison herds,
prayed with mantis on our knees,
and butterflies in the breeze.

I greeted the cheery chickadees,
dragonflies, and snowy owls.
I marveled at graceful manatees.
raucous sounds of guinea fowls,
and warblers’ velvet vowels.

I raved at ravens
dancing on a fertile field.
Mice sought havens,
safe shelters that red ants build
in hopes from spiders to shield.

I spotted rain-drenched
autumn leaves in tapestries,
their beauty strangely entrenched.
Purple hues imbued in varying degrees,
of gladiolas and sweet peas.

So many perfect pleasures,
many another than these.
All of God’s treasures,
created with love to please,
arranged to calm my world with ease.

Daisies Gladiolas and Hollyhocks

monarchs lead the petite butterflies
daisies, gladiolas and hollyhocks smile
two welcoming Adirondack chairs
under yellow and orange umbrellas
welcome my friend to my garden
where foxglove and iris await

Annuals Advent

*Image of Burst of Bloom by Wildflowers.

Alliterations Advent

Paint the pastures with pink Petunias,
Morning Glories magnify the meadow,
Wondrous wanderers wield Wisterias,
Paint the pastures with pink Petunias,
Hugging Heathers and hilly Hydrangeas,
Glazed gladiolas, gardenias grow,
Paint the pastures with pink Petunias,
Morning Glories magnify the meadow.

2022 January 27
*2nd Place*
Triolet Poetry Contest 160 Words Or Less
~~Caren Krutsinger: Judged 2022 March 08

Relax

And there it was…
a rose colored, winding path,
a narrow passage, maze like, but easily traversed

With a bent nail in the wood,
no gate remained, only rusted hinges
but beautiful rusted hinges they were

I felt their curves and screw heads
The post weathered with an enchanting patina,
woven in vine of an unknown variety

Stone boundaries in earthen shades
marked areas and channels
where foliage thrived and gladiolas
waved like flags in a cool  breeze

I sat upon the lawn, uninvited but not feeling that way
and gazed towards the distant horizon
of hills and clouds and green

The world was silent except for my breathing,
calm lulled me as I floated within my mind
I felt the touch of something familiar
and I closed my eyes to experience it all

She took my hand and said, “relax’
and I did while opening my eyes
to find I was here, where I had always been
but I wasn’t…and it was because of her

October

October is a full box of thirty-six crayolas
Oranges, reds, gold…like sparkling colas,
Refreshing the soul like vibrant violas
Taking us higher in colorful gondolas,
All the true colors of summer gladiolas.

Rustle of the browns much like brawn
Damp with the dew of the early dawn,
Rich golden brews just freshly drawn
With smooth tawny of this spring's fawn,
Covering the dying green of my lawn.

Ushers in the holiday’s joyous season
Thanksgiving, Christmas for a good reason
(Merry, bright, joyous, and gleesome)
Ranges in color over the entire canon
Ochre, magenta, rust—all are in fashion
October, Oh, October! month chosen.

written October 4, 2021

Harmony

The pansies together like grace notes
Pinks, purples, yellows harmonize in spring
A choir with violets, their counterparts,
Throwing a glorious warm weather fling
Sweet harbingers of summer make me sing.

My favorite time of the year will soon arrive
Daisies and coneflowers chanting alive,
My garden is harmonizing all summer long
If the gladiolas and asters will thrive
My garden and I will sing the same song.

FIRST PLACE WINNER
written September 5, 2021
for "H, New or Old" Poetry Contest
sponsored by Constance La France

In Tune With My Flowers

The pansies together like gentle hearts
Purples, pinks, yellows harmonize in spring
A choir with violets, their counterparts,
Throwing a glorious warm weather fling
Sweet harbingers of summer make me sing
My season of the year will soon arrive
Coneflowers and daisies chant alive,
My garden is singing all summer long
If gladiolas and asters will thrive
My garden and I will sing the same song.

THIRD PLACE WINNER
Written April 27, 2021
submitted to "Garden Inspirations" Poetry Contest
sponsored by B J Legros Kelley

The Gathering Time

The Gathering Time

Sweltering cloying wet heat.
Gladiolas in bunches displayed along the roadside by their handlers,
Covered only by sheets at night, restless, waiting for a breeze.
Beef steak fruit, sweet corn, black diamond melon sweetness.  

Then without warning
The hint of it appears.
The dawn coolness laden with fallen dew.
The subtle changing fragrance of the air then dissipates towards noon,
Only to reappear more vivid in its message of fragrance upon the next awakening.

Flies now gathering on the kitchen window sills in the sun.
Still crystalline blue sky.
Greenness of shimmering leaves-but only for now.
Tassels now bend over the crisp, sun-burned leaves sheltering corn.
Red fringe to sumac covering the hillsides.  

The closing down of summer soon at hand - 
The gathering time for reflections and nuances of emotion and desires,
We come together to bask in the sun – waiting.

Tis Shamrock Vale

Meadow of Evermore Rise,
Verdant greens of envy neath the skies,
Emerald breathes swirl wayward bound,
The scene repeats the olivine surround,
Spray of jade gladiolas emerges for eyes.

The cool rocky fence tinged moss lies,
Gathered sage on display, tossed flies,
Observed fronds of ferns, all around,
Meadow of Evermore Rise,

The mints swim freely, breeze back tries,
A row of pines stands proud, trophy prize,
Laurel newborns crawl the hilly ground,
Chartreuse treats, all roaring to be found,
Harlequin limes anoint, trickled tea ties,
Meadow of Evermore Rise.


2019 September 24
aabba aabR aabbaR

A Flowery Concerto

Champagne glasses of delve roses, reds, yellows, whites, poses
and crystal brims as its hold,

Lilies, just plain lilies, yes, white lilies, galore, there here, there,
everywhere, who cares what hold

Pockets of marigolds lain in brevity resting on fresh fronds of gladiolas faint hold, 

Violets of varied hues make no excuse for being so bold for baby breaths to hold,

Cattleya orchids of whites and yellows,  greens and chartreuse, they are their hold,

They bring life to the gathering of couplets written in quaint deliveries on the hold of a quill's sonnet.


18 September 2019

My Flowers Grow Two Feet

My gardens have grown by leaps and bounds thanks to incredible amounts of
rain in the past two days; every piece of vegetation seems taller, and healthier.
The green of the grass accentuates the yard in such a glorious way that even the
sky seems to be smiling at my gardens. I have marigolds, rose of Sharon, lilacs,
mums, gladiolas, hollyhocks, and a variety of other dainty flowers leaping from their beds in full glory. Thank you rain!


                                    simple dab of rain
                             every flower grows two feet
                                 lifting self toward sun

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