Myrtle Poems - Poems about Myrtle

Crape Myrtles in August

The bark peels back like old skin—
Mine, yours, the cinnamon scrolls
Of what we shed to live. August
Bleaches the world to bone, the bark’s faint spice
Rising in the noon glare,
Heat tasting of salt and sand. And still this Crape crowns
Itself with Myrtle fire. Still—

I cannot explain what breaks in me. Still I press my cheek
Against its

The Last Leaf at Myrtle Beach

The Last Leaf at Myrtle Beach

All alone he holds
on for who knows what.
Others like him have all gone.
The sand is his only friend.



He is unattached with no 
commitments.  Red with
embarrassment about his
predicament.

Waiting for the last wave
to carry him to his final grave.
He leaves a shadow in the sand,
does the last leaf at Myrtle Beach.

The Myrtle Free verse-rondeau

The Myrtle sits 
single, lonely
at the crossroads
adorned
with one hundred
cobalt bottles;
waiting.
Evening soon comes
and gentle winds
blow softly
that Aphrodite
sings
her sweet, enticing song.
Weak, evil spirits;
guileless souls,
will, helpless,  
answer, her siren call.
Then trapped
Inside the bottle blue
'till dawn.
When morning sun will
seal their fate.

The Myrtle sits single alone
at a crossroads, somewhere unknown
adorned with bottles; cobalt blue
now, waiting as cool evening drew
soft

reflective sand of Myrtle Beach

Myrtle Beach has reflective sand the seagulls reported
We had to see for ourselves, for it did not make sense.
With our naked eye, we could not see it, in any way.
However, there it was when the photos were developed.
Do seagulls see better than we do?
Apparently so.

On Myrtle Beach Pier

I remember the high arc of your line
casting into horse-maned waves,
strong hands as yet untroubled 
by trembling, easily reeling smaller fish
to throw back in, again and again, a circle
of give and take, and how after searching
salt-surf, the jolt of fierce life banging 
the rod down almost to breaking cut
a smile across your face, the frenzy
to

Hand Me a Crepe, Myrtle

As the garden grows…


This one is For Sythia  
       Rose may not agree  
She’s the one who seems to think
                   That “Everything’s for me!”

Their beauty is so petty 

Healed By Myrtle Beach

sad thoughts began to calm down
divorce had seemed like the end of her world
but there is something vastly calming about the sea
Myrtle Beach was healing her gladly

Myrtle Wins

Myrtle, the sea turtle
Wore a sports girdle. 
With green sneakers shoes.
She ran a fast race
Won for style first place.
Went viral, millions of views.

The Myrtle - Nw

The Myrtle sits 
single, lonely
at the crossroads
adorned
with one hundred
cobalt bottles;
waiting.
Evening soon comes
and gentle winds
blow softly
that Aphrodite
sings
her sweet, enticing song.
Weak, evil spirits;
guileless souls,
will, helpless,  
answer, her siren call.
Then trapped
Inside the bottle blue
'till dawn.
When morning sun will
seal their fate.



A Note In The Wind Poetry Contest; placed 3rd
Sponsored by: Charles Messina  
Date written: 29th October 2022

Prunellas Majestic Myrtles

Prunella loved the color purple,
planting some lovely Crepe Myrtle’s;
they had a humongous growth spurt,
all due to her nitro-rich dirt,
now her yard’s a Myrtle hurdle.


6-11-2022
Contest / A Funny Limerick - Any Theme Contest
Tania kitchen

Fertile Turtle Named Myrtle

head was potato
now a member of nato
cats with tomato
(catsup) 

hurrah we just won
the greater glory of God
were Peter's peacocks

an operation
which had been called by putin
special military

will catch a big bass
instead of cutting grass
think that we will pass

with comfort and care
plane took off into midair
with some room to spare

terrible turtle
had found her to be fertile
whose name

Myrtle Parker

Myrtle Parker

Myrtle Parker lived on the Riviera,
That’s the English one not the French.
Her favourite tipple is Red Currant Cider,
Only beverage her thirst would quench.

Never did she marry no husband,
Preference for life single and free,
Though kept two doggy companions,
Twin Westies, Florence and Zebedee.

Miss Parker was a gatherer and hoarder,
Antiques, curios, lots of impractical tat.
Her catchphrase was

Myrtle-Scented Spring

Balms
saunters
besides deep
on a brisk breeze
through her nest of blond acacia saplings 
their closeness is kept through striking senses
at scarlet dusk
starry day 
fairness
times

Written: February 13, 2022

Myrtle Beach

Camping on the sandy shore of the beach
Getting bored by the waves and their screech

Sitting around the camp after cooking out
It was so much fun just talking at our hangout

Soon, we noticed a couple who were fighting
Across the beach in a house we were sighting

They were making trip after trip up the stairs
We all knew

Myrtle the Fruit Picking Vegetation and Fruit Eating Ballerina Dancing Sea Serpent-

Sea serpent at the castle drinking margaritas
 and I'm eating four leaf clover resting by the
 spirit of rock and amethyst lyrics other vegetation
 And fruits amongst themselves grapes being stumped 
between the toes Footloose as the green flash of the Sun
 the last balloon shows it's Iris
gathering up polished stones 
placing them in the

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