Long Snowdrop Poems
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A bottle green, I’m lost at sea,
A cup or two of shamrock dew.
An emerald green, the forest queen,
My silk is spun a leafy hue.
An alpine white, tread polar ice,
The frosted hold of winter’s cold.
A snowdrop white, the spring moonlight,
A swan, a dove, or so I’m told.
A regal blue, and turquoise too,
The fragrant sigh of summer sky.
A cobalt blue, teal velvet view,
Cerulean and lazuli.
A furnace red, cold rubies bled,
The trees must learn autumnal burn.
A merlot red, the Sun’s bloodshed,
The flowers flare and blush in turn.
A tender grey, clouds hush the day,
You’ve silver-lined my burnished mind.
A lover’s grey, my pencils pray,
Soft feathers sleep, our sky is kind.
...The rhythm of cobblestone in Spring
Pressed hard by memories of wheels...
As I lie down against a see-through wing
Life happens...On the other side it feels
A daring thrust of Snowdrop flowers through the chills
The heavy gates squeak open...I sense birds chirping
As they move beaks and people's sunglasses cry
The priest is chanting while a couple is flirting
Pink buds welcome me reassuring their roots are not dry
There is so much clear blue I almost attempted to sigh...
I joke with Rain bombarding soil from the above
Like two teenagers who hate to wear school uniform
We tear the pain away releasing one single dove
My Dad in black drives back my classmates to the dorm
My Mom caresses me as freshly planted tree...her heart is torn...
For Francine's Contest (english quintain) A Spring Day
2/1/2012
In the dance of total flowers, sighs intertwine with bitter dew,
Their petals mourn their burden under the night's sky, like a secret weight.
I spoke words to those who see life as a meaningless game,
Those who pass through days without feeling the miracle hidden beneath the horizon's veil.
Through the crystal of the autumn drop, I saw you, my love, divided,
On one side and the other, between worlds that intertwine, infinite.
Some see paradise, others see hell, in reflections of light and shadow,
Imitated by the emperors of life, who lose themselves in somber roles.
In contentious applause, the slaves of life bow, humble spectators,
They, the actors of emotion, who forget the letters of fragile, subtle thoughts.
The cranial bird chirps a harmonious and desperate cry,
Like that of a snowdrop wanting to be freed from the harsh winter.
To revive from white snow, turning green for your lively spring,
When through you, my love, desire is reborn like poetry.
Before the wine of forgetfulness fills my mind with numbness,
I will offer you to those who make love a faith, a way of living.
From longings, I will weave your rosy desire to light up the world,
Offering you to all as a memory that refuses to be consumed.
SPRING PERFUME
New
life peeks
through the snow,
flower faces
laughing in sunlight:
crocus, snowdrop,
daffodil,
never
old.
How
did I
wakeup here
in this pristine,
dreamlike atmosphere?
The smell of ice
sweet spiced with
fragrant
blooms.
Copyright February 25, 2022
Delighted laughter in the air
Party ongoing over there
Alone I'm feeling dour of heart
Determined not to fall apart.
Then unexpected quickly happened
No longer feeling quite so saddened
Rainbow bubbles float in air
From whence they come nary a care.
They're in my garden, charming sight
Flurry of bubbles with magic light
Where do they go when they pop?
In spring they rise as white snowdrop.
Am happy now in tune with life
Dour mood gone there is no strife
A simple moment that did beguile
It brought about a facial smile.
rhyme me rhyme me a poem
No: 2 photograph
Poetry Contest
Sponsored
by
Eve Roper
03/10/2021
CHILDREN OF THE WINTER GARDEN
Snowdrop pokes her little face
Up through the winter snows;
First she comes before the Crocus
First she is to go.
Dainty Daphne dressed in white
Such fragrance spreading from her flowers;
January’s child surely knows
She lifts the heart through frigid hours.
Red Amaryllis steals the show,
Dramatic thespian we remember;
Performing under many names,
Takes her bows in December.
Cyclamen blooms at Valentine’s Day
In red or pink or white;
Reminds us of our friendship ways
A valentine delight.
Bleeding Heart, a name so sad
Doesn’t this bother you, just a tad?
Valentine blossoms on a string
In the woodlands rides on a swing.
Winter Carolina Jasmine
Stretches out upon the fence;
Brightest yellow trumpet flowers -
Fragrance like sweet incense.
Holly wears a cape of green
Bright red berries with a glossy sheen;
Celebrates in the winter scene
Doesn’t want to look so mean!
Courageous Crocus in the cold
You laugh at snow with glee;
Dressed in your gown of colors bold,
Such a cheerful child to see.
Paper Whites coaxed to grow
When calendar pages turn to December;
Pure white flowers seem to glow
As gifts for friends we remember.
Winter is gone, I loved you but you must go
it is time for rebirth and birth . . .
baby animals born under blue skies are growing
and in my garden, I saw some little bunnies eating
lush green grass and sun-kissed snowdrop flowers
and rainbow tulips, drooping . . .
in a nest outside my kitchen window is a loud chirping
newborn robins, oh so hungry and fluffy, adorable . . .
amongst my Spring flowers of daisies and violets
come drifting colourful young butterflies and hummingbirds
swirling and whirling, oh everything is alive and awakening
barefoot on the cool grass I run with kittens following . . .
I love the crispness and the sound of bees buzzing in the air
and birds singing me a song . . .
oh lovely the ducklings in the park drifting with their mom
baby squirrels are scampering here and there
and in a sunlit pond tadpoles are swimming
my world is new and blooming like a flower bulb
all is beautiful and flourishing
the trees have put on their emerald gowns
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March 17, 2016
Poetry/Free Verse/Beautiful Springtime
Copyright Protected, ID 16-769-159-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
The moment winter softens into spring and all is melting,
the first flower is the white snowdrop poking through the snow;
followed by johnny-jump ups, so cute and delicate, they just pop up,
over here and over there and everywhere in bright patches.
And then come the drifts of bulbs planted in hope last year,
the flocks of crocuses, daffodils, and tulips all a dulcet mingling;
some even grow on my lawn, but I don't mind really,
the whole garden will soon be wild and dripping with flowers.
Oh, just for a while though for these beauties fade quickly away,
but I have plans for my garden, oh yes I have hopes and dreams;
all I need is spring to arrive and for birds to return to my garden,
then, you will find me planting and resting in the shade.
Added after Contest Judged, February 9, 2019
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Written, February 8, 2019
Poetry/Verse/Spring Hope
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1112-851-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Hope
sponsor, Carolyn Devonshire
Third Place
Deck the Yuletide Halls
Winter’s bounty of floral beauty ever blooms through snowy nights
Even when nature wears a mantle bold stitched of frosty weather
By warming fires and in the apparel of amber scented candlelight.
Wreaths of Holly and of ivy grace the halls - a visitor’s delight
Red poinsettias – white or pink – surely memory’s treasures
Winter’s bounty of floral beauty ever blooms through snowy nights
A Snowdrop Tree, Jerusalem Cherry sugarplum visions of Snowberry White
Garlands twined of fir or pine in seasonal decorations endeavors
Even when nature wears a mantle bold stitched of frosty weather.
Evergreens wear twinkling lights against the winter’s withering might -
Frankincense perfumes the boughs and laughs in merry measure –
Winter’s bounty of floral beauty ever blooms through snowy nights.
Christmas Cactus in neon blooms for a wond’rous sight
Cyclamen deck the halls along with colorful Yuletide heathers
Even when nature wears a mantle bold stitched of frosty weather.
All nature bows before the Word who spoke their nascent birth in light
Strike the harp, join the Christmas chorus – joy, goodwill and peace invite
Winter’s bounty of floral beauty ever blooms through snowy nights
By warming fires and in the apparel of amber scented candlelight.
12-8-20
Contest: Deck the Halls
Sponsor: Joseph May
I can remember far enough back when every Winter
Brought with it numbing frost and hanging icicles as big as stalactites;
And every early Spring ...thin, disheveled snow still stretched out in confusion upon
The ragged ground.
And I recall how you would always say: "soon ...all the flowers will want to bloom."
It was then the first green tips of snowdrop, iris and crocus, peeking tentatively through, would compete
In desperate haste to be the first to crank open their little petals
When crouching defiant and resolute amidst the blasted, freezing air:-
A scattering of golden yellows drenched with all the liquid richness of the glittering streams reflected sunshine -
Deep purples with a touch of indescribable indigo lent by dusky woodlands before acquiescing to impatient twilight -
Purest whites whiter than the last undiscovered vale's high drifting, unblemished cloud.
But as I once replied back to you: "yes ...but now those seasons no longer take their natural turn;
Even though the crocus and snowdrop are still content to arrive on time!".
Often I wonder aloud when I think no one is listening, did you ever actually despair of making a proper gardener out of me?
However, in reality I just accept that we both knew ...I just didnt really have what it took to be a gardener of any sorts.
Yet, you, I know, will soon be gone. But I, unlike the rebellious seasons ...have to remain.
Then, to be stripped naked, paraded, raked and diminished in front of the whole World.
The terrible blood-letting thorns, be rest assured, to be suffered in silent, graven dignity;
You would not have it done any other way; You would, after all, have it done right.
That which were part of both of us. This which is merely trace to be left for me.