Pistil Poems - Poems about Pistil

... "Immaculate" I’d like to write something beautiful for once, divinely dripping with honey and milk that washes white like stamen juice over the uncut, the bees all com......Read the rest...

...She’s not yet a teen but bigger than a bean and sweeter than Skittles can be. She dances around like a princess unbound and means the world to me. She’s a little erratic and sometimes gives st......Read the rest...

...Queen Fancy on a dewdrop sea to Pheasant Farm smooth sails, her fairy barge a gift of one wee handsome Prince of Whales, a purple petal lopped from off a lily of the Nile, the throne a s......Read the rest...

...Sleep little tulip the night has come You need your rest before morning sun Close up your pistil, fold in your leaves Tuck all your petals into their sleeves And while you're asleep I'll be here ......Read the rest...

...Quote: Both the enchantress and the siren charmer are part of the same one. Fired red wings on the breath of a dawning he lifts and soars towards life, a breath away from sunrise, chitteri......Read the rest...

...I have a bowl for a head I have a bowl for a head Hollowed out for flowers You'd think I'd be dead I hold my soul in a lotus My soul is in a lotus My soul is a redhead As you already notice......Read the rest...

...This is a funeral Why don't you accept This is a funeral And this is the death The candles are burning The red curtains drawn The oak casket glittering Like a pistil of dawn Nobody knew......Read the rest...

...Tulips undress themselves in the warmth of spring sun, creating new seed for next year again. Tulips again Tulip flowers have one pistil (female) arising in thei......Read the rest...

...Neath sun-kissed skies at sweet springtime leaves sprout and naked branches bless with clothes of green that lifts the mood from doldrums deep of winter past. Like bulging breasts, the buds bre......Read the rest...

...Mary’s arbor is adorned with white petal tresses and twists of heritage roses that wander wistfully upwards with perfumed breezes that waft in luxurious languor. Sweet scents woo hummingbir......Read the rest...

...Death’s Less Than Nothing! Death’s less than nothing, a frail, not one welcomes or offers a cold one / a glass of fine wine. Death is nobody’s friend one might meet on thi......Read the rest...

...My love, you have been distant and cold Your demeanor is resistant yet robust When will your skin feel and your mind unload When will your eyes open and your veins fill with lust My ......Read the rest...

...People ask how this yearlong will come to pass, of which parts are the triumphs and stench of learning... of why blossoms drop on cobblestones ravaged by a wildfire tearing velvet buds, flatlini......Read the rest...

...She traces line from terra-forma receptacle arises from stalk; winding flow, imagery appears as sepals blanket bud. Ovule gives way to fruit, an arising style with stigma flares p......Read the rest...

...I live on Bella Boulevard. Some call it “Singles Street.” For residents, life can be hard, and many long to meet someone. They wish to be discreet. These ladies will be caught off-guard, their ......Read the rest...