Long Flowers Poems
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I'll blow out the candles
Though the cake's not mine
It's your Birthday, One more time
I still count the days
Though it's been a few years
But' I'll never be able to count the tears
Happy Birthday Love-I still love you
Happy Birthday Dear-You're still dear to me
Happy Birthday Darlin-I'll never forget you
Will time ever bring you back to me?
Your Birthday card lays unread on the table
Your flowers fade and dry from neglect
But your picture remains by my bedside
For your love I can never forget
If time heals all wounds
Than time is on my side
For one day I shall be allowed to rest
Than together we'll be forever side by side
Happy Birthday Love-I still love you
Happy Birthday Dear-You're still dear to me
Happy Birthday Darlin-I'll never forget you
In time together forever we will always be
Form:
The Birth of a Spring Sonata.
Surges of honey drops, beaming.
Fresh from the hive, as bees frolic,
Pollen from the jasmine on the vine.
In the misty moonshine haze,
Surrendering sweetness they make,
Glistening gleaming flight,
On gossamer wings, in sassafras groves.
Sun flowers blooming with yellow desires.
Thought waves explode,
As poetry flowed freely.
Premonitions please my senses.
Scent of lilac cakes freshly baked.
Lilies promenade across the green.
White heather blossoms in tune,
With symphonies exploring,
Enchanted wafting stars shimmer,
Trickling gold frost as they dance,
The onset of Spring no-one regretting,
I'll be here but a day or two
but promise to boldly bloom for you.
Tall and stately I'll hold my ground
yellow, white, purple, blue and subtle shades of brown.
Colors and flowers that barely sway in the wind
with blends of burgundy and peach like non-identical twins.
A clutch of blades and sharp sworded green leaves
flower spikes so gracefully beyond belief.
One foot, two foot, three foot high
blended in along the garden walk by.
Before, behind, around the climbing rose
standing gleaming full and open before I close.
Soft pastels and hues of sunset blush
withering in the calm of twilight dust.
Another bud lay quietly in wait
and though I must go, I hesitate.
A moment more to grasp the sun
finally giving in as nature has won.
Good day, good night, goodbye I'm spent,
this is my task in life and the irises lament.
Spring, a time when nature promises seedlings to stretch out their roots firmly embed deep into earth soil for nutrients and water. Eyes of envy upon the world's soul and mind as nature resumes its loveliness.
Love in the air of dancing aromas of fresh budding flowers filling the air. The sun's kiss and smell of rain that bath Nature's inflorescence meadows in the afterglow before the blooms fade and all forgotten.
Spring brings new feelings and emotions when just stepping outside, breathing life and enjoy beautiful reborn scenery. Sounds of birds in the trees and shrubs. Animals become active with more abundance of food, feelings of love, joy, hope, and growth.
fair dandelion
vision swaddle in raindrops
comely butterfly
3/26/2021
Poetry Contest: Springtime Haibun Contest Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: M. L. Kiser
W- When clouds gather more each day, we know winter is here to stay.
I- In our houses we preparing, while nature had already.
N- Nights become longer and darker, while days are shorter and colder.
T- Time to take stock of our lives, while we all hibernate.
E- Early we go to bed, it’s too cold to stay up late.
R- Resting time for most animals and trees, until it is spring.
S- Spring, is here can you here? Birds are chirping, animals cheer.
P-Prepare us for the warmer coming days, when lazy we can lay.
R-Resting time is done, a new season is here, and it’s time for more fun.
I- Invite us with beautiful flowers and fragrances, nature amazes us.
N-New seedlings and off springs welcome us, do you hear the busy bee
buzz?
G-Gone is it too soon, summer is coming at noon.
S-Sunshine and sunsets are now welcome, when days are longer and
warmer.
U-Under the umbrellas and verandas we shade, when we enjoy the
sunrays.
M-Most people flock to beaches, drinking cocktails and eat sweet peaches.
M-Merry we are, summer is the best season so far.
E-Excited and jolly season this is, but also a time for love and peace.
R-Reminds us also of Jesus birth, when He come to save His herd.
A-After all the hot lazy days, then we start to crave for cooler days.
N-Nothing last for too long, it’s time for a new song.
D- Days become a little colder and breezes stronger.
F-Fall, is here to come say hello, leaves are getting yellow.
A-Animals gather some nuts and fruit, piling up their winter food.
L-Long, hot summer days we can kiss goodbye, we can feel it in the cool
night sky.
L-Leaves are decorating our yards and streets, preparing trees for a winter
sleep.
In a world full of unwelcome nightmares,
I recite dreams of poetry to the one who cares.
I'm pondering a perfect metaphor,
trying to portray my mum's devotion.
Thinking about what her heart adores,
releases a fountain of emotion.
I'm surrounded by perennial petals and poignant poetry,
yet unable to bloom words or blossoms
to justify her prestige and preciousness.
On days of darkness,
in the angst of a black and white world,
when life felt like a kaleidoscope of chaos,
you placed reflective rainbows in my soul,
reminding me that life is a painting and you are the artist.
Gifted me a box of crayons to create my own horizons,
so I could discover a dream in all colours -
living in a daydream of aesthetic artistry.
When constant commotion from crows
left me mute like a silent nightingale,
you showed me how to love in silence,
healing these wounded wings -
to ensure I would continue to soar.
For a boy in a fatherless existence,
life can be a wild game of survival,
so I feel for a child without a mother's love,
deprived from a treasure chest full of diamonds and gold.
Without you there would be no words or roses,
as you were the first verse in my poem -
the sweetest heavenly scent.
If only there was a field of forever flowers,
with prosperous promises of an Edenic eternity,
then I would always have you by my side.
I wake up with tired and bleary eyes
I watch the starry night
As the stars sparkle in the dark night
Nothing can save me from the light
I live in your shadow
I found love that leaves me scarred
I cry till my eyes are red
I have to bow to those of lower power
I have to be elegant
I have to act appropriately
And wear the crown proudly
As I dance underneath the moonlight
This is the life I lead
I don’t know why I was born
That forbidden love that gave birth to me
Gave life to my reign
That kind facade that I carry around
Everyday I hide
Everyday it becomes harder
I feel lost in my own thoughts
Fake rumours spread like wildfire
Those red eyes that make me who I am
There’s nothing I can do for it to stop
This is life of a demon like me
God has promised me justice
I have offered my soul in vain
The consequences of my actions have been ballistic
I carry this grief upon me
That bloody knife of truth that I carry around
I don’t think I’ll ever escape my punishment
The moonlight dances upon me
And fallen down like the sun
Memories come back to me and kill me horribly
May God have mercy on me
I pray, I pray till my knees give out
Till the moon shines bright
The flowers shall bloom
My reign never ends
A flower that has withered away
I can’t live this life anymore
It’s such a pretty game
That I am forced to play
The sparrow tells me that being alone is my chance to sing
That the time it took for the baby bird to rise and fall out of the nest
Hitting every branch and bough on the way down
Is as expected and revered as the wind that blows bits of grass to build the nest
You tried to pad the bark with kind words and encouragement
To soothe the cold rainy nights with feather and food
Hoping that when the time came, the fall would be softer
The truth is that we all fall
I’ve been waiting for days to find the words to say
When are you coming back
The rain tells me, in time
Unlike the sparrow that fills the sky with a song of his own
But what do I do with the present
I sit and watch the earth winds slowly blow the branches
While the other baby birds are just starting to spread their feathers
Needing food and warmth, comfort
What can a mother do but keep building the nest up little by little
Sticks and leaves, bits of hair and dried flower, so that when she is needed, she is ready
The flowers are forgiving, they wilt from lack of water
Then raise their heads again when it rains.
The Jewels of April
sparkles on the leaves,
reflecting in
the world of the microcosm
the birth of spring
the fleeting blue, blue sky, the brief
busy bee's dawn flight
It spread its wings
in delight
quick to dance among open flowers,
whirling like a hundred stars
tradition claims
like a jewel
a first-class diamond
indomitable
elastic skirt
while the moon spins in a circle
dangling down like a violin;
I want to flap my wings
a lone raindrop flickers
at my feet
more like April
so much like April,
it seems to me.
Written: April 11, 2023
the world order became so chaotic
way after ape already evolved to a man
it’s nonsense, if you call this an evolution
the ape shouldn’t step on the earth and stand upright
the sun is a whirlpool of blaze overflowing lava
the black hole is a tundra snowstorm formation, the torrent of a glacier
that’s the difference between comedy and tragedy
is one thin sheet of paper, life and death is on the same path
don’t be hasty, when spring comes, the flowers bloom
there’s no need to force the flowers to bloom before their time
men's desire is to see the flowers in any season
perhaps, that’s why every flower
has a different shape and fall, regardless, in season
the way of men’s life
rolling along in changing seasons all different,
it’s difficult to distinguish the ape from the tree
or the man the potter made with clay?
and further, it confuses me more, because
the destination is the same for all creatures
even so, there’s no need to sink into
a swamp of unsolved problem
and torment yourself;
simply look at the day
earth circles the same orbit there’s light and darkness
when the morning comes, you’ll see the sun,
when you see the sun you will live another day,
and repeat conscious or unconscious, advancing
one more day stepping on another day.
I wonder why the ape came down from the tree
and made this world complete chaos;
in the name of mankind, apes made men
ugliest creature on the earth, made them hate and harm
each other, to sustain their lives, Oh; what wicked apes!