Short Petalled Poems

honeysuckle entwines
   the perfect petalled roses -
   hiding the thorns...

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The
perfumed
petalled rose,
underneath my
nose;
slips
slowly
to the ground-
dies without a
sound...

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a delicate petalled rose
flutters slowly from on high,
upon the green sward,to lie-
dying sans a sigh...

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in an albertine goodbye
a delicate petalled rose
dying sans a sigh-
flutters slowly from on high
to the green sward,to lie...

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An albertine goodbye

a delicate petalled rose
flutters slowly from on high,
upon the green sward,to lie-
dying sans a sigh...

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An albertine goodbye

a delicate petalled rose
flutters slowly from on high,
upon the green sward,to lie-
dying sans a sigh...

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An albertine goodbye

a delicate petalled rose
flutters slowly from on high,
upon the green sward,to lie-
dying sans a sigh...

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An albertine goodbye

a delicate petalled rose
flutters slowly from on high,
upon the green sward,to lie-
dying without a sigh...

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To lose you, seeing
One so immersed
In a light, silken petalled
As soft dispersed
Least concerning if
So clearly fair
But scented for the freesia
One's presence there!...

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“Sisyphus in love”


stuck in a forever
flowering field
of oddly
even

petalled daisies 
day in and day out
plucking and chanting

she loves me
she loves me

not...

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Silent warblers perch as garden’s crooners
With crest-petalled wings flapping as banners
All day long they exude unfading light
That no woeful glooms conceal their brightness. 
...

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Awakened dreams, nightmarish quips
Jaundiced tear drops, blooded thrips

Winter's sloe, wrathful mourn
Howled wails, petalled thorn

Fingers touch, perusing caress
Sullen smile, blackened finesse...

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an example from the hundreds of my tweetable poetry @Strandpoet on Twitter

DODOITSU-A ALBERTINE GOODBYE a delicate petalled rose/
flutters slowly from on high,/upon the green sward,to lie-/dying sans a sigh...

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Trust, a multi-petalled rarest flower,
Easy that never grows on a bower.
Mistrust blooms and trust dies,
Rare again to arise,
Should it still, shines atop a tall tower.
______________________________________
  Reflections | 02.07.15 |...

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Ice Cream


    Lover of the shade,

    Chilled fruit of the high summer.

     Soft petalled flower,

     Edible varieties

     Budding from a cone shaped stem.


      Barry Stebbings
       05/30/18

      Syllable count by
       Howmanysyllables.com...

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Dancing trees blossom
Every day from March till May
Before next autumn

White light daffodils
Flourish the grasses so dull
Like colourful frills.

Lobed petalled poppies
Kiss the warm navy blue sky
With red spirits high

Date written: 21/04/2021
Contest: Spring Haiku Chain Poetry
Sponsor: M. L. Kiser...

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the purple leaves
unroll their sleeves
to frosty days
and longing rays

the thorny twigs
and stumpy-pruned sticks
secretly hides deep inside
the summer’s petalled pride

but sap will rise
to cloudy skies
to meet and catch
the swollen rays

with skirt of thatch
a blouse displays
a hidden promise 
of perfumed sprays...

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Sitting on a riverbank 
minding its own business 
looking very pretty in its summer dress of symmetry 
Catching my eye with its golden petalled blossom 
Nodding very happily among the coronopus 
Putting on a show of splendor just for me 
How can I not love this simple gesture 
God in his wisdom great and fearful 
Created this perfect little plant to make the world more joyful...

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And the trees
laiden down their dappled hands
or bows of earth bound angelic foundries
where leaves in all their spaning handliness
cast their stained glass impressions of their souls
and dance on through the arms of fairies
their petalled gowns thrown high
will show their faces onto the heavens
to hail the kings that poise,
away above the flowered dances
another world unknown...

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A WOODLAND PATH IN THE DAPPLED SUN
HUSHED AND QUIET..

where do lead?
shall I follow you
or stop and return;
there  is no choice,
the past is gone,
the flowers dead

where go you lead!
your beauty brings delight,
each step is life
in vibrant hue;
there is no choice
but,to follow you

I know not where these footsteps lead
'neath leaf,in petalled flower seed
 
brian strand a woodland path contest june 6...

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allegory 
WOODLAND PATH IN THE DAPPLED SUN
HUSHED AND QUIET..

where do lead?
shall I follow you
or stop and return;
there  is no choice,
the past is gone,
the flowers dead

where go you lead!
your beauty brings delight,
each step is life
in vibrant hue;
there is no choice
but,to follow you

I know not where these footsteps lead
'neath leaf,in petalled flower seed
 

Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 201...

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 When love blossoms, in full bloom, the rose of bright 
scarlet dances with sculptured petalled passion
 as alluring fragrance enchants to ignite
senses and heart aplenty with no ration.
When love wilts dripping blood red petals that fall 
and piercing thorns linger with deaths silent call 
      the rose fades, withers, decaying at its core
     and once of beauty before is now no more.  










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.
There’s
………..……....A
………….Metaphor……I
……..Of inverted lotus.. …N
…stationed in the heart.. ….V
.Not a lotus in bloom this.. ….E
.Nor a thousand petalled ……..R
One in Crown. Sahasrara.………T
A drooping bud is Listless .. ....E
Surrendered stem unable…….D
.To support.  Self Weight
..Bud droops  Heartfelt ………L
….Unspoken .   Love… ..………O
……Beauteous.  <3….. . ………T
…….You realize .. . ………..…U
B…….The Lotus.. ………...S
…U……...Bud in
………D….…..<3...

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Upon evening and exotic shores,
I feel the mist of your hair,
Your hips,
Of the sweetest crescents,
Dance like a ballerina,

With an irises love,
And its blush of lavendars,
Serenading vases and gardens,

Your accents of honey,
Born of the enchanted waves,
Caresses the soul,
With loving midnights,
And tender noons,

The evening sways,
With lovely,
and solacing bouquets,
Its mango sighs,
Strewn along the petalled vistas
Reynaldo Casison...

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Put me gently down, on our great, confort-rose 
petalled bed.
Brush your lips on mine, warm and cherry red!

The gentle clock of time, breathes ever so softly 
into the Springtime night.
Of our beautifully choreographed lovers samba 
of sensual might.

To create a child born of love’s grand, memorable 
Arcadian continued history. 
To bring into this world a magical offspring 
To bless this world with tender, loving, mystery.


                      12/ 18/2021...

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