Short Flowerless Poems

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Why people pen a poem

I wonder, why people pen a poem,
To give words to thoughts? Make them shine like gem?
To showcase what can be
Their creativity?
When feel like a leafless flowerless stem. 
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Happenings |04.01.2025| poem
Form: Limerick


Premium Member Ni Katuata Contest

will keikis arrive
from the nodes of your flowerless 
fingers? I think not.

will bringing orchids
and cutting free their flowers work?
Perhaps if it’s our wedding night.


7/12/2021
Contest: Ni Katuata
Sponsor: William Kekaula
Form: Haiku

Premium Member --Flowerless Fields--







           THE SEEDS OF THIS SPRING.
           FLOWERS WILL NOT GROW, NO MASKS
           THEY TOLD ME, I ASKED.


                   

                       1/14/2021
                          ~ 2~




Form: Senryu

Gracious Blooms

a vase is a pocket for cut flowers
flowerless, it's just a void
forgotten in shadow

a whiff of lilac
reminding me of my youth
a gift from nature
grandma's cherished vase holding
violet blooms blissfully

gracious blooms of hope
can fill a void 
upon strong faith



For Constance La France's contest, 'Three Verses'
Form: Verse

Life Haikus

Sometimes leafless tree
looks attractive and scenic
when birds sit on it

The flowerless plant
enthrals everyone when
butterfly flies round 

Waterless river
is even more beautiful
when cute kids play there

Tasteless food items 
sound utterly delicious
when mother feeds us

Impoverished life
bestows happiness on us
when we boast small things
Form: Haiku


Deciduous discomforts

I started chopping, one by one
the non gratae parts of my Temple,
while unbeknownst to me
pebbles were already spreading whispers
in all directions.
Shh..don’t speak so loud 
You might as well keep quiet
Angst is already on her beaten path to the heart. 
A path guarded by flowerless magnolia trees
on one side..
and mud cypress trees
on the other side, the one towards the backwater.
Shh..tis nothing but a..
distichum of deciduous discomforts.

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