Short Belladonna Poems
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Cry belladonna, belladonna cry.
Crocodile tears, belladonna eyes.
Time stands still when she's on the move...
Catch her in my ear, crying for the moon.
you are my naughty Nightshade
my love for you; you waylaid
no need for melodrama
my lovely belladonna
just stop poisoning the plans that we made!
Belladonna,
the mask of leaves,
I wear you in the evening
to make my dreams complete,
to envelop me, teach me,
remind me of why I am
a man-
Belladonna, true poison,
help me understand.
- through a drop of dew
black belladonna berries ...
- in sorrowful dusk
11-04-2020
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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Above the Lady's mantle
lay the Angel's trumpet
Fairy wings
on the flower head
& moon dew upon a peacock feather
Belladonna light the candles
unite your brew
& sip from the chalice
(A little poem ((or should I say potion)) for Halloween)
Form:
Quietly among the shade there lay another of the young gone astray
Tempted by the caress and whisper of the deadly mistress Belladonna
Tricks and traps splayed by ghostly furs
Continue to lead innocence to their graves
In efforts to transform the predators into prey
On deep green runways
prance the pinks, plums, reds and blues
Photogenic blooms!
Much beauty under teal skies
Then dusk scents, Belladonna.
Velvet petals, famed
for rich matchless, twirling styles
at springtime's debut
Mass unaffected pretties
drenched in poise sunshine and charm.
Wilma Neels
the naked ladies are kissed by dewdrops
as we share butterfly kisses
the flowers bloom like our love
we embrace a new day
celebrating spring
hearts aflutter
with new love
and new
life
*Nonet Me A Spring Kiss*
Ps: *The Naked Lady is
another name for
Belladonna Lily*
5th Place
Datura(belladonna perhaps in another form)
Matures the galaxy in jealousy despising love
Releasing jasmines death twisting Aphrodite's heads upon loves rewinding failures
Creation in question
Call from my mouth your kindness
Respond silence
Squander obnoxious craft
Illness requires me
And again
I disappear your vapors
Lavish wicked exile
Florid amends futile
Beware o’ noxious veins
Fatal nature remains
Faultless lulling bell
Malign lethal quell
Belladonna most fair
Nary mercy to spare
Lavender-hued bane
Deceit assured reign
Hush now carnal lilt
Expiry nigh upon wilt
Ne’er partake blithe sip
Toxic upon mortal lip
Alas formidable jane
Elixir harbors chicane
Taken from the chosen reality, have the locks of the celestial Edens gate been opened by the stained keys of a belladonna bloom, where the palate of its enchanting toxins have been sown as hells ploy, swilled continually as an enriched elixir of a paralyzing elation that's only self serving in its allure, as it can only offer ruin.
Alfredo Gonzales
5/23/2024
Once upon a time
the old songs were new
On prairies unplanted
invaders were few
Where rivers rolled onward
no ferries or towns
All riverboat minstrels
new ages impound
The time of the season
unmeasured refrain
And cursed belladonna
tomorrow to reign
As butterfly’s wander
o’er questions unasked
A dark shrouded answer
— the future unmasks
(Dreamsleep: April, 2025)
Halloween is finally here--
she’s had to wait a whole year.
She brushes the dust from her broom,
and flies out the window into the gloom.
Looking for belladonna that’s blue,
to stir into her witches’ brew.
So if you see her fly overhead,
you’d better hurry and jump into bed!
She’s looking for little boys and girls too...
to stick them in her yummy beef stew.
Alesia Leach © 10/2014
Spring sweet daughter dances around,
Like an experienced gypsy connected with nature.
She spins, twirls, leaps, and falls,
But mostly enjoying herself like a wild child.
A word of warning to those to close,
Falling for her will become your Achilles heel.
She’s a wildfire that consumes,
If you stay too long you’ll get burned too.
But oh, how pretty isn’t she,
Like a belladonna, she brings a swift death.
There are many types,
of poisons, like poison ivy,
hemlock, sumac, we also
have belladonna, and arsenic.
I am not poison, neither
have venom, nor a virus…
Why have I not, heard from
you for such a long time…
Did I say something,
that you didn’t like?
You can call or you come
over whenever you want…
I am not toxic, nor am
I venomous, nor do
I have a virus...
I am not poisonous…
By Sandra L. Hoban
©2004
With the moonlight shines her beauty
Running parallel is her grace
Exuberant is her vibrance
But with trickery, she is laced
As dangerous as she is poisonous
Even more so
she is ravenous
Yet still He hungers for a taste
He thought her lips were like cherries
In truth, they are Lucifer’s berries
Now he finds himself delirious
Every part of her belonging to he
The Devil's Deadly Lady
Beauty within toxicity
So be wary of her touch
For death be its cost