Mimosa Poems - Poems about Mimosa

Mimosa Loveboat

How its divine fragrance lifts my soul.
Soft mimosa, blooming, next to my deck. 
Announcing, Lady Spring has come.
My thoughts.......only of beauty.
And all the blessings God has given me.

The most real trophy in my life, 
God gave me was my soul.
That dances above fear and strife!
Would it not be just too divine?
To coast softly in a

The Magic of Mimosa

The magic of mimosa meandered,
In her mystical mind and on the mirror.
Mesmerizing moments of men!

With mannish kindness they kissed her hands 
and dainty, debutante fingers
Masculine too, having merciful manners

Musicality and poetry, a mighty mix.
The moon shed musical tunes midst the mimosa.
Moving down sweet memoir’s corridors.
To waltz, in mighty halls, with golden etched walls.


  

The Silky Mimosa

Flowers attact both bees and butterflies,
Pink, puffball like silky bloom,
Those lovely Persian silk.

Date of submission: 05/09/2021

Mimosa Sunrise

Blush
fair skies 
mist Sol-kissed
citrine seduced 
mimosa clouds bask
dreamy in champagne light 

golden-god’s sparkle fills
chalices roused and
rouged as poppies
hail dawn with
unfurled 
whorls


Susan Ashley
August 16, 2021


~ First Place ~
Premiere Contest: Merse 
Sponsor: Malabika Ray Choudhury


*rouged: verb; French; colored red*

*image: Nature Wallpapers > Fields > Poppy field at sunrise*

Mimosa Muse

Mimosa trees in bloom,
Scent the air with sweet perfume,
I breathe it in.
On this sunny day in May,
Troubles seem so far away;
I pick up my pen.

5/16/2021
For Line Gauthier's Surprise Me contest

Mimosa Spring

scents
wander
near and far
on a kind breeze
yellow mimosa trees home to bluebirds
arresting senses make their presence known
at red sunset
day to day
beauty
hours


Written on 10/11/2020
For: Double Tetractys 4 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Eve Roper

Mimosa and Pine

mimosa and pine
pink flowers brighten the street
       with southern comfort
sweet tea and summertime green
           speckled eyes reach for its light

6/18/2020

Mimosa Again

(In language of flowers, mimosa is conjuration of secret love: no one knows that I love you) 


A doe-eyed blue gaze, twirl of curly tress
feisty air froth , fizz of golden champagne
crystal glasses clink, her daisy print dress 
shimmering silver, all scrambled in brain.
Cold ice melted, and love warmed up again.

Mimosa  kindled in yellow

Mimosa Pudica

Watching 
People speaking to each other
So effortlessly confident
Words flow
At their first meet

Curling my knuckles
Under my face
Feeling with envy
Sometimes with anger

Secretly hating 
Not them
The people from my past
Who made my heart and mind 
This way

Just not enough
For myself to move on
How far I go
Pulling me back to zero

Building up
And destroying at the same time
From the triggers

Under the Tree

Under the mimosa tree
My poet’s heart alights,
Dapples verse
In fragrant phrase
And blooms
In pink delight.

Mimosa Cluster

Mimosa memories
Time beyond such odd times
Old-fashion harmonies
Chime echoing strange mimes


Yes the touch-me-not fest
A long ago feeling
A fork road on my quest
Touching thorny pricks sting


Day of unhurried wit
On long-forgotten fields
Footfalls in strange odd bits
Echoes that shadows yield


Cluster of primal fears
Unseen yet still stalking
Mimosa thoughts endear
Old corridors calling


Nothing can yet outlast
Echoes of time now past
Waxing and waning

Grieve, Mimosa Tree

Grieve, mimosa tree

Silky pink petals, a wreath

Create canopy

Guard love one, at peace, beneath

Your presence shall ever haunt

The Mimosa Approach

A chilled but passionate solution
Bubbly mix with bracing sensation
Dashes of bittersweet fruit in flute
Sends forth your day in joyous pursuit

An inward touch of coy affection
Close to perfect prime of your generation
Afar I lay on your sinuous path
As frivolous lace of vast green swath

Mimosa Pubica

Here I am
Your mimosa pubica
When your footsteps were far away
I lifted my head 
Opened my heart again
And in cognito among the grass
Rise from under the oppression of your shoe
My weapons are peace
My leaves unfold their embrace of your cruelty
And opened me like a heart to love more deeply
From where I am

Mimosa and Kudzu

Come's, our two thousand and ninety-fourth year;
 the earth is green, and the atmosphere clear.
 The mimosa and kudzu continue to grow,
 and which shall prevail – does anyone know?

 The kudzu is stronger and more eager to win,
 but the winter remains mimosa’s old friend.
 Humans? They’ve become an insignificant bunch;
 living under mimosa,

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