Short Corsage Poems
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Ant
Creepy, tingly
Sneaking, pinching, biting
Woods, garden, floral shop, corsage
Delighting, thrilling, exuding
Dainty welcomed
Flower
Red roses wristlet
Orange roses boutonniere
As betoken of
The countryside espousal
Of two souls becoming one
3-11-2016
ROSE
fragrant
summer bloom
the corsage she wore
on the night of our prom
was baby's breath and roses
"a blushing bride's wedding bouquet"
Florist Gerald, who lived with his mother,
In corsage became killer Camilla.
As never the bride,
Errant men he handtied,
And with spray of cyanide, he did smother.
lotus bloom
corsage in moonlight
~ prom night jitters
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on March 16, 2021 for contest ALL YOURS (MAR 17) sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - RANKED 1ST
A reproductive structure in force
Sunflowers as tall as a giant
Pansies and Violas borders the garden
The magnetism of nature with the help of green fingers
Presents a corsage of wonderful blooms.
A sweet young lassie from Estonia
Was besought by a boy from Bologna
Taking her to a dance,
He wore his best pants
And gave her a corsage of begonia.
written September 1, 2021
I’m being shrilly
Because silly Billy
Dilly-dallied
With Tilly’s chili,
Then willy-nilly
Forgot the
corsage lily
For the dance,
Now no chance
For silly Billy
To twilly-twilly
Piccadilly with me!
In a parking space in an underground parking garage
A wall sign read, “BACK IN PLEASE”, thought it was a mirage
If I entered that small space
Depending on which way I faced
I'd never again be free to roam the fields wearing a corsage
And for the beauty of a rose,
The wonders near, or far--.
We yearly dance in certain step
About a shinning star.
For science, quite objectively,
It showed the world the way--
A universal pirouette;
A world no more astray.
And so the sun accords to earth
A lyrical homage--
The world in formal gown and tie,
And orchid-lace corsage.
Fifty-six years her beauty's heart did glow; a nineteenth century
Love song amid eastern skies northern lights; she danced as dwelled
In dreams these possibilities ? Clandestine, verses sublime gables rhyme
Of sweet perfume, and timeless time; singsongs, choirs, your carriage awaits...
Segue Juliet, this music she plays; parallel, heirlooms her love his, corsage; we kiss.
Form:
Next time around I will be six foot eight
I will play basketball, and I will be great
Next time around I will be born in a city
I will have confidence, not care if I’m pretty
Next time around I will not care what people think
My own opinions will keep my joy in the pink
Next time around I will be a star with an entourage.
People will lavish me with bouquets and a corsage.
I was thrilled as a peacock
When Suzie blushed and agreed
To come with me to the dance
I bought her the most beautiful corsage
My allowance money could buy
With money leftover for a soda
Tonight’s the night
I’m going to ask Suzie to be my girl
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Submitted on September 29, 2019 for contest REALISM ART (PHOTO #1) sponsored by EVE ROPER - RANKED 3RD
A flattened rose mumbles
An old cracked button chuckles
Tickled by a 2nd place ribbon
In the corner a tattered doll weeps
Comically consoled by a one-eyed bear
Ballet slippers long for a pointed toe
A dried corsage sits inside a dusty tiara
A leather-bound diploma shouts success
A tear stained letter sorrow
For joy and sadness are but fleeting moments
Imbedded in the soul of ephemera
Asleep not, my muse begins to trot,
Evoking whispers of willow
In my memorial mirage.
Asleep not, my concern is hot.
It has nothing to pillow
But your cold corsage.
Solely awake solely in wait
Whether affectional arrears
Find the atonement too late
To recoup your stray tears.
Half desirous half in despair
How my wistful heart dithers
When into thin air
Years of attendance withers.
a starving for light begins
the slow turn of a maiden
color gestures to beg
the careless caress
sunlit redemption
a blooming odyssey weeps
staggers weak a boulder to knee
fleeting moments prayed in the sun
mystery adrift in a petals whisper
whimsical cycles of trespass
sweep about a ravaged corsage
obey the wind come undone
surrendered soft for hands
to gather again
Terry D’Arcy-Ryan
Have a hole in my sock
Sneaker is torn
A bump like Hernia
Next to my groin.
Corsage must pick
My son’s prom tonight
Stop by MacDonald’s
Grab me a bite.
Must watch out for myself
Front tooth is loose
If I chew too hard
It’ll be of no use.
Good thing still have hair
Although grows quite thin
If it starts to fall
Damn curly sin.
Done the days chores
Rest and sit down
Getting old for this circus
Should be a retired clown.
a dizain
Marie appears on edge, far from sedate,
in stylish gown of white, with graceful curves.
Young Matthew, her acclaimed, has changed of late,
refined is he, in black suit, full of nerves.
It's prom night as this spectator observes.
I notice charming prince, corsage in hand
and marvel - he's become a handsome man,
belab'ring bashful thoughts of how to dance.
Envis'ning endless dreams now left to plan.
First dance? 'tis everything, Such sweet romance.
10
Leprechauns do a jig
Moguls eat a fig
Rubes eat a pig
Crimson is real big
Accountants get a raise
Bankers get to appraise
CEO's get to the next phase
Crimson is the post chaise
Crime lords get the bling
Business men get a one night fling
Choir of Angels sing
Crimson is the thing
Dogs get a bone
Assistants get to phone
Wives stay at home
Crimson sets the tone
Pop stars get the entourage
Winners wear a corsage
Housewives put on a visage
Crimson is a mirage
Yearn to learn
On hot summer day...
Follow the mirage,
Or the corsage.
Try that once...
Dance to tunes,
Along sand dunes.
When you reach the peak...
Climb the hill,
And just chill.
History comes alive...
Must visit Castle,
Without any hassle.
Decide on joyrides...
Enjoy camel ride,
Watch great stride.
Yearn to learn...
If mind deserts,
Then it hurts.
Written Nov 2, 2018
For contest- six word couplet series encore poetry contest
Sponsor - Mark Toney
You were discovered inside a white Bible on a summers day
brown as a dead hen with a chicken neck
crumbling too, brittle, all your water gone
oh Grandma what is it? I had to think for a second.
you are a reminder of a time when I was not anyone's grandma
I saw you sneering at me and I smiled with affection.
you were the first flower I had not gotten from Daddy and Mommy.
I will keep you safely inside this Bible forever my love.
Remembering how nervous was the boy who handed you to me.