Short Mimosa Poems
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Flowers attact both bees and butterflies,
Pink, puffball like silky bloom,
Those lovely Persian silk.
Date of submission: 05/09/2021
Grieve, mimosa tree
Silky pink petals, a wreath
Create canopy
Guard love one, at peace, beneath
Your presence shall ever haunt
Ananas ka juice nikalo
Thora bahar thora dalo
Tuitty fruitty flavour vala
Sundar jaisay dodh obala
Neem garam kosa kosa
High value cocktail mimosa..
Mimosa shut leaves
speedy air touches it
many times a day
a mimosa tree
spreads its sweet fragrance aloft
butterfly haven
8/20/19
5 7 5 syllables counted on PS
Tree Haiku Contest
Tania Kitchin
Springtime’s sparkiest
blue skies schematic
seedlings to be transplanted
with cup-bearing daffodils
and mimosa sunflowers
2/22/2022
mimosa and pine
pink flowers brighten the street
with southern comfort
sweet tea and summertime green
speckled eyes reach for its light
6/18/2020
Mimosa trees in bloom,
Scent the air with sweet perfume,
I breathe it in.
On this sunny day in May,
Troubles seem so far away;
I pick up my pen.
5/16/2021
For Line Gauthier's Surprise Me contest
the fragrance
of mimosa fills the air --
hummingbirds feast
Entered in Francine Robert's
"Old or New Five Lines or Less" contest
Category: Nature
scents
wander
near and far
on a kind breeze
yellow mimosa trees home to bluebirds
arresting senses make their presence known
at red sunset
day to day
beauty
hours
Written on 10/11/2020
For: Double Tetractys 4 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Eve Roper
Mathematician and Poet
I once knew a poet named Anisha
She wrote poems sipping Mimosa.
She did not care for critics
But she loved Mathematics.
She solved sums on ordinate-abscissa.
02/26/16
Exotic beauty enthralls
Smooth grey bark on slender trunk
Crowned by a lush canopy
Verdant fern-like leaves
Adorned by pink puffs of fluff
Their fragrance lures butterflies
Bees and hummingbirds hover
Truly delightful
2/12/12 Kim Merryman
For Russell Sivey's Trees Everywhere contest
Like it or not it is the best place to be in the MORNING.
The mimosa; often where I did meet MOURINE.
Pretty thing, she caught me with her charm as she danced the "HOLA"
In a trance, her cold lips whispered in my ear "DARLING"
Gosh 'twas just a dream stolen by the vapid noise of the STARLING.
A chilled but passionate solution
Bubbly mix with bracing sensation
Dashes of bittersweet fruit in flute
Sends forth your day in joyous pursuit
An inward touch of coy affection
Close to perfect prime of your generation
Afar I lay on your sinuous path
As frivolous lace of vast green swath
Here I am
Your mimosa pubica
When your footsteps were far away
I lifted my head
Opened my heart again
And in cognito among the grass
Rise from under the oppression of your shoe
My weapons are peace
My leaves unfold their embrace of your cruelty
And opened me like a heart to love more deeply
From where I am
stopped along the road
to synthesize a poem
a feathery mimosa
honeysuckle vine
entwined my mind with its scent
the sweetened sapling of youth
the flutter of faeries
and butterflies on wild rose
I’m swinging on memories
held tight, wild hair asunder
6/18/2020
Mingle with me, in a misty, mimosa moment.
Make my metric mistakes so minuscule.
Maximize my poetic meaningfulness .
Minimize my meaninglessness.
Of my most memorable moments, let me pen.
Memories with members, with momentous souls.
Poetic mathematics, Misty Angel, is my goal!
3-19-2022
A whole man
was sucked into the earth,
when the sun made a hole.
Out of seeing a blue flunk
under the thin layer
of poor economy.
A sensitive mimosa
droops on knocking.
The browned bread does not claim any butter.
Hunger sleeps
on dust. Summer walks on
the heaving dogs.
A strange thing happens,
desires are flattened out.
Satish Verma
Form:
A whole man
was sucked into the earth,
when the sun made a hole.
Out of seeing a blue flunk
under the thin layer
of poor economy.
A sensitive mimosa
droops on knocking.
The browned bread does not claim any butter.
Hunger sleeps
on dust. Summer walks on
the heaving dogs.
A strange thing happens,
desires are flattened out.
Satish Verma
Form:
All mimosa is in bloom
For the Saint Valentines Day
Deep in my heart still remains a branch
That never dried through the coldest winter
It dangled bringing waves to my eyes
Of a memory that from sleep wakes slowly…
I break the glassy eyelashes
And turn your head around for a moment
Dangle it as I do with the wave in my eyes
So it won't break
So it can follow us…
Form:
A squirrel named Sunny Sip
found brunch on someone’s trip~
a glass of bright mimosa
left sparkling by the chair.
He took a tiny taste,
declared it quite first-rate,
then chattered to the blue jays
about citrus in the air.
Soon he was swishing proudly,
tail swirled and lifted loudly
the forest’s tipsy bruncher
preferred his brunch with fizzy flair.
The long skirt, a sudden spill of cream,
drags through a puddle of reflected gold.
Mimosa flares, a sincere, useless sun.
Two shadows walk into the painted light,
their shoulders squared against the brush strokes
of the absolute and pouring present.
The third man waits, a fixed, forgotten shape.
I know their names, yet only see the slick
materiality of black umbrellas,
and the sweet ache of almost feeling.
Blush
fair skies
mist Sol-kissed
citrine seduced
mimosa clouds bask
dreamy in champagne light
golden-god’s sparkle fills
chalices roused and
rouged as poppies
hail dawn with
unfurled
whorls
Susan Ashley
August 16, 2021
~ First Place ~
Premiere Contest: Merse
Sponsor: Malabika Ray Choudhury
*rouged: verb; French; colored red*
*image: Nature Wallpapers > Fields > Poppy field at sunrise*
Why afraid of war
When you have fearless gear
Attacking like the brave
Sending lives to the grave
Brave warriors to the ants
Mimosa pudica to elephant
You are loving peace
While killing innocents
You want to win the battle
When you do the bombing
You don’t fight the mountain
But only from the mole hill
I love you peace. Let’s sail together. Layag Sug
Purple Coach, City of Widow
12 April 2015. 3:41PM.
The magic of mimosa meandered,
In her mystical mind and on the mirror.
Mesmerizing moments of men!
With mannish kindness they kissed her hands
and dainty, debutante fingers
Masculine too, having merciful manners
Musicality and poetry, a mighty mix.
The moon shed musical tunes midst the mimosa.
Moving down sweet memoir’s corridors.
To waltz, in mighty halls, with golden etched walls.
12/4/2022