Iris Poems - Poems about Iris

blue is wild iris like the skies of racy clouds or berries that tempt sunshine's companion since mulberry hours of dawn when scents greeted song carefree is iris like warm wind, whistling all day lovely disarray ...Read the rest...

"blind iris" my ire is i'm not Eyre to be loved mechanically molded mason maiden made methodically mad can't you tell she is a she demon not a demon is she for she frantic pray prey on dreams of dreamt of what you were and what you would like and...Read the rest...

“Some Other Poet, White Iris” When I look in the mirror what do I see? I question existential questions and fiction, my eyes are the eyes of another staring back at me, perceived through the glassy tear film...Read the rest...

"Artificial Iris" Orwell was lurking in the background, somewhere; the dream was eerily familiar, the words and their meanings, read in Syntax, once read between pages of hardcopy in school were aptly ignored - however, our Overlords were...Read the rest...

If you are a gardener who likes to mess with iris And you are lucky enough to have a winning combination No one else has every created and shown before You might be like Ralph Shreve from the...Read the rest...

Flags Such a delicately beautiful flower With a subtle refined and heavenly scent. It stands above the others like a tower And its sweet perfume into the air is spent. Though it doesn’t have a great...Read the rest...

I like roses, lilies, cactuses, and other beautiful flowers that display their blossoms most of the year. I like red, white, pink, and even bright yellows. I like all flowers, birds, bees, and green trees. I'm different from others,...Read the rest...

The Stately Iris Flower Bearded irises are tall and stately in form They grow from rhizome sculptured leaves through a storm Standing stiffly upright or curving at the tips A swollen stem where nutrients are stored at the hips Spring...Read the rest...

Iris Days Down there in winter In Landstrasse quarters Blankets of clouds And the streets filled with waters Darkness covers the city In the hours of night And no bird Seems to be there Or live there abide Bare are the trees That are standing...Read the rest...

Keep hope close (This iris reminds me) By Michelle Morris 20/01/2024 This iris reminds me To keep hope close to my heart Let it bloom and spread the Light Inspire my healing and my wholeness The symbolism is historic Nobility, trust and...Read the rest...

I turned ten two days ago, I blew out the candles with a heavy sigh. You were born today, Still. Your lips inherited The reddest hue of cardinal feathers, Your rice paper skin Pale and soft, fresh as silken snow. I never...Read the rest...

Is it a tough job? Asked the brownies and faeries that day. The elf did not answer, he was painting his petootsie away. The Iris that were finished looked gorgeous indeed. Too bad in the autumn they will...Read the rest...

I noticed the wild iris in a cold morning As cold as people's faces looking to me They have been over there waiting For not being ignored by me Since falling apart from life's orbit I've met a few flowers...Read the rest...

Chaos Into the maelstrom of blood flinging and flooded diarrhea Swirling amidst a vortex of needle and . There I stand at the middle of it all. The central point of this orbit of noxious madness. The nucleus at the...Read the rest...

sweet iris pure of heart soft as velvet an angel in bloom joy to the world loved by all iris you...Read the rest...