Hyacinth Poems - Poems about Hyacinth

Quiet are the hyacinths Underneath the snows Irises and violets Even the red rose Today are lying silent Underneath the snows Daffodils and lilacs Even the red rose....

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Hyacinth Hands Mother, ego-cracker, birthed an embodiment of freedom plaited with slavery petunia planter, marjoram with Malay curry and rice, yet scarcity her best performance when hunger a primary protagonist my leap into Sovereignty depended on unraveling karmic bonds binding us through lifetimes, countless ages, sotto scenarios Piscean, she scaly presented the toughest tests with...

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Sappho Translations V by Michael R. Burch Sappho, fragment 23 translation by Michael R. Burch I long helplessly for love. Gazing into your eyes not even Hermione compares. Who is your equal? I compare you only to goldenhaired Helen among mortal women. Know your love would free me from every care, and keep me awake nightlong beside dewy deltas. Sappho, fragment 78 translation by...

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Hyacinth and daffodil bloom on yonder verdant hill Though roses struggle to emerge thorns impaled on concrete's dirge ...

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In a hyacinth bed of seven stars, winter fairies waltz in pearl elegance~ a token of faith engrossed amidst scars, while skies drizzle rain in fruity essence. Angel of sleep seeks through frost's icy thorn, fallen feathers soar towards jasmine moon, when lotus light within soul is reborn, listen to the tree of life sigh and croon. Somewhere between daisy dusks and...

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it was a legal tackle– it’s not as if football is a dangerous sport, sure you have your injuries, but it’s not like boxing where the guys walk around brain-damaged, or look at hockey, they have more fights than goals, I mean even in skiing a non-contact sport you fall, you get hurt, or your knees don’t last past thirty it was a legal tackle– Boomer was...

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Remembered the 1940s, the season of the holocaust. Six million irons, disjointed from their ores Were forged in bottomless pits of anvils. The swarming bees in a ceremonious buzzing Were uncoupled from their hives through Reichsbahn. However, a tensed, stale wind of discord swivel On the creeks of Dachau, Auschwitz, Treblinka And other shores of darkness. Never shall the bloody sky efface again The...

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Fragrance of butterflies or angel flutter and cloud float. Scent of pastel sun butter, a soprano bird note....

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He came to me and gently brought, the fairest flowers of His thought. Joy arrived with euphoric mums, softly as the hummingbird hums. Purity blown from baby’s breath, ever innocent until death. Peace pervaded purest poppy, tranquil bliss nothing can copy. Happiness borne from pure lily, butterfly wings, dainty and frilly. Gratitude from feathered pink rose; praises for His blessings arose. Humility spread bold bluebells, silken as bunnies’...

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delicate beauty hyacinth's perfumed bouquet~ caught on spring breeze Nature in Spring Poetry Contest Nature in Spring/haiku Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin PS syllable count 31/03/2022 Pixabay image by K-e-k-u-l-é...

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Long has lived the legend of her, In sunsets of scarlet and violet, When fields were scented in lavender-- Her theme fragrance lingers yet! Dainty and elegant in lilac dress, Hyacinth lives next to a grapevine, Petite, pretty, pert, purple princess; Upon her grapes she loves to dine. The Princess of Purple reigns afar, In the warm gaze of her mother, Sun; In her royal...

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I lingered to enjoy the moment, ending the eleven-month intermission, as the sweet aroma reached me from the garden behind the house. The hyacinth had returned without fanfare or recognition by bulbs not yet broken forth, or buds pregnant with the glory of spring. I followed the unforgettable scent to its humble position beside the hellebore, and admired my early spring friend before me in perfect...

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Eyes of violet and skin so smooth to touch Fingers so thin yet so strong in their clutch In the late summer wind, you are no mere man You've tamed armies and Gods, and named cults and clans. Strength and yet, I see how fragile you are Brilliant as the sun, and sweet as the stars You watched me as no...

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Dictatorship is water hyacinth once it infests water it shocks aquatic life limits fishermen terrorizes fish at home difficult to eradicate and benefits a few...

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Falling into the hyacinth sky as your mouth is filled with my name: I am eternal....

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