Perennial Poems | Examples

Perennial winner

I am a perennial winner
Cause I refuse to be a loser

I am programmed for victory 
And I vehemently refuse to walk by sight

Nor by what my circumstances look like 
For what is seen is temporary 

I refuse to allow my situation 
To dictate the direction of my prayer or confession 

For  I can not rise above my confession 
Confession determines the life I enjoy

Whatever I  give my attention minutely 
Is what I have  become in reality

Let your confession therefore 
Be in line with God’s promises

When hard times strike
Do not take the route of complaints

Nor get frightened by what you see around you 
Cause the unseen hands of God

Who does not sleep or slumber 
Work behind the scenes
 
To change you through your circumstances 
For hard times are meant to improve you 

And adequately prepare you for promotion 
And not to impair you

So welcome challenges with all your heart
And confess success through your challenges

PERENNIAL LOVING WARMTH

      


          There is in my heart,
        full testimony of warmth
           a warmth so indelible
       that, never any trace of ice
          will have the possibility
           of establishing a place...

The Perennial Diver

Bubbled 
in a young man's breath,
I glided along the weedy
and rock strewn bottom
just out from shore,
a companion to fish 
and crustacean, a finned, 
neoprene clad denizen 
of the deep. 

The limit of my lungs made me
gorge on this underwater
world in the brief time
a held breath could last.
I packed so much
into mere minutes
to nourish a lifetime.
I always felt saddened 
in having to surface 
and leave such wonder 
behind.

These days old lungs
barely hold a breath.
At night I now dive deep
into other places 
where poetry is - 
take in the mystery,
feel saddened
when I have to surface
and leave that world 
of words behind.

My Perennial Garden

My perennial garden is peaceful and tranquil
A timeless place of beauty where calmness will instill 
Vibrant blooms emanate sweet and savory scents
No fake or synthetic wafts among the floral presents

Birds flutter and dip in the rustic metal bird baths
While chipmunks nibble and play along their tiny paths
Swirling garden spinners whisper in the light breeze
An illusion of flying spindles, adds a whimsical tease

The solar fountain is a balance of sounds and silence
As water trickles and flows and provides some reliance
Bees and dragonflies hover and then stop to take a drink
As butterflies flutter in vibrant wings of purple and pink

Asiatic lilies open their bright orange petals of luck
Their beauty instills feelings of awe and wonder struck 
Hummingbirds often visit the garden to stop and sip
Delicately feeding on phlox while wings flutter and zip

My perennial garden is a sacred and treasured place
Where nature is welcomed to visit and take up space

The Perennial

The Perennial 

On an overhang, where the mountain slopes gently towards the lowland and the sea
 there is a crooked tree with long roots embracing the mountain 
Is the plant an asp or a birch, the leaves are compact and sturdy
It has to be as it is the first who catches the winter wind or the salty haar from the sea.
It is also a tree that catches the first light of the day and the last
To see the disappearing day, the first to see how wonderfully clear our firmament can be.
This tree will not risk the indignity, of being dressed up like a tart
have gifts in the colourful wrapping of favour bought under duress and be thrown 
on the waste heap when the party is over
This tree will not be an elegant mast on a clipper sailing to China and Ceylon and 
one day run aground on the hardy coast of Norway and be sold off as planks., 
This tree is art because someone looked up and said, look
at this, its true art and has a natural beauty and emotion only great art can provoke.

A Perennial Orgy

I prefer to gaze at my Eden
through this veil of screens.
There, the miracle of sun and bloom
explodes with delight over my stoned edges.

But...ponder me first before venturing
once more unto that breach, for there,
in the bowels of hosta and fern
lurk the humping beetle larvae, 

phantom chompers, and 
coal ink gorging rot,
all in roiling orgy,
within my manicured lines.

And, were I not a steward of the natural order,
I would Rambo myself into the fray
with bandoleers of bug cannons 
and porcupine piss grenades.

Poised like a Spartan at the hot gates. 
my doomed, flowing locks fluttering 
in the blaze until the carnivorous
Paraná fleas hollow me out from within

and I fall like straw man turned delicately to bed.
cloistered again behind screen and wicker,
very non-Spartan like, relentlessly 
resigned to trowel and tribulation

Perennial Youth

The days of summer will soon be upon us
To warm us and fill us with joy
Those bright sunny days and cool starlit nights
So sweetly our spirits they buoy

Gone through a bunch of these halcyon days
At my age I should be blasé
No matter the number each one's still a joy
Like my very first summer's day

What wonders this old world can still create
Each year after year without fail
The predictors of doom keep warning us guys
But still a new summer we hail

So now that I've reached my senior years
I've come to realize a truth
With many triumphs and some sad events
Life shares a perennial youth

Perennial Dance

Arousing our loins,
pollen coated bumble bees;
Perennial dance.

Perennial Rotten Luck Tomatoes

I think I may come from and my
hole entire family are tomatoes

And this the reason I think why
is this

We all have and possess such
perennial rotten luck

Passed down from my Dad to
Bianca the baby

Red faces born out of total
and due to utter exasperation

Wondering why oh why

What on earth did or could we all
of us have done wrong

Each and every one of us tarred
with the same unsightly fate

Also knowing nothing is or will
ever change

Or we will ever get to know the
reason why

Either

Wind Is Pounding In My Heart

'wind is pounding in my heart'

It tears across the steppes and plain, it guides my mind and eases pain
Whithin the yurt, upon the road, it whets my mind; eases the loads
I've rode it's Breast ten thousand times,' with banner high the yak tails nine
Its of my blood, throughout my race, we hold it near'in flood; or trace
It's face is clear,, it's embrace strong, we sing it's praise riding along
The clatter of the ponys hooves, not loved by those who dwell neath rooves.!
The pallid sallow, wall surrounded.. And when we start they'll be astounded..'
We ride hard two days and nights, to charge and wheel; and ever strike.'
To clear a space, where yurts can be; then to move in travel free
To wake to different scenes around, to venture quickly into feotid towns
To take a bargain, to strike a deal; to return to the fire, and let sleep steal
And in this act, renew our mettle, to grasp each  chance with finest fettle.

'For the contest of Constance Lafrance'
'Be inspired by your muse'
Written 17 8 2022

Parents Are Perennial

One’s parents are perennial,
Source of love eternal.

Selfless nature and ever,
A pure protection sure.

Never expecting from us,
In any situations.

Let’s not hate them,
Let’s not leave them.

A pinch of affection,
A particle of devotion.

Will give them contentment,
In proper instalment.

Spread this super verse,
For these Lords of Universe..!

Perennial

 
phlox
p r o p a g a t i n g
paragon


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July 12, 2021


Poetry/ Brevette/Verse/perennial
Copyright Protected, ID 07-1371-887-12
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France

Written for the Standard contest, In Just A Few Words 2
sponsor, Joseph May, Judged 07/17/2021

Third Place

The Perennial Galaxy

The unlimited version of Lord Almighty
The universe ever expands in vicinity
Merely a celestial body or an object
Has always been a thing of subject

Writing
Speaking
Vlogging
Ghostwriting
Acting

I am an avid reader of Wikipedia.
I like to write and speak.
I like to motivate the folks to reach career heights.

Perennial Thorn

He embraces her~
         whispering love
                     but his dubious heart
         is perennial thorn
that pricks her bosom
over and over again.




01.15.2021

Perennial Charm

Break 
                                             Of dawn
                                           Healing rays,
                                        Glinting verdure,
                         Rumbling stream over the slimy hillocks.
                        Perk up and life quickens with cozy warmth
                                        Sumptuous and 
                                          Vernal charm 
                                              Of sun
                                                God.


                             Double Tetractys 3 Poetry Contest
                             Sponsored by: Eve Roper 
                             Picture: 1
                             Syllable count: poetry soup
                             Date: 28/09/2020
                             Placed : 3 rd

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