Irises Poems - Poems about Irises

... “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, ......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 pa......Read the rest...

...Hop onboard overthinkers A warm Welcome aboard the overthinker to all our guests, Especially Mr insomnia, and Mrs overthinker, both frequent flyers and our VIP guests I'll be your minds captain......Read the rest...

...I was a celebrated, professional psychic, offering glimpses of rosy future; And helping people work through problems, like pink moon, come sooner. I had learnt to talk with the spirits, a......Read the rest...

... I melt into the plural sky its rippling tableaus of tomorrow underneath open light waves see-saws the labyrinth like Delphi tendrils crossing channels all the changing faces played automati......Read the rest...

...~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ this early spring evening gives flight to a blue flock......Read the rest...

... This pomegranate heart dreams to travel upon a periwinkle path which leads to the province, where her royal majestic persona resembles papillon emperors, floating under mauveine skie......Read the rest...

...The ocean is a wild beast that I approach cautiously. I submit to its undertow. It makes me laugh expansively. I dive in, never turn my back, never quite relaxing. It wants to rush at me, my ir......Read the rest...

.... Down where wild violets dance To easterly breezes And purple Irises erect, stiff, and chilled See The dog walker shiver ......Read the rest...

...The spark in your eyes, It draws my being in, Left me mesmerized, By the depth within. The spark in your eyes, They make your eyes glow, They make your irises look nice, But perhaps you’ll n......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......Read the rest...

...If tormented truth is the taste of her fire, injecting her blood with poisoned rain in golden chalices, what is the color of eclipsed spheres where there’s a desolated dark......Read the rest...

...delicately I dream embodied elegance alighting at stops of impermanence solemn slumber encased casualty of my day ~ daring to drift like mist, majestic in metal......Read the rest...

...Colorful turtle poked out his tattooed head. He had been sleeping soundly in his winter’s bed. But the grass was growing, he could smell a lily. I think I’ll get up he said to his bacteria, Silly.......Read the rest...

...Behind a frozen glass window I peer, but not for long despite the pending thunder, to spur an inner gnawing gumption, I turn a chilly doorknob, with great stealth born of winters past, sleet-r......Read the rest...