Short Poppy Poems
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She's a puppy called Poppy.
I let her think she's the boss.
She decides to head right or left.
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
Fallen leaves gently flown down from off trees
Each represents a veteran deceased
The brave that sadly died so we may live
A stupendous blessing it truly is.
A cocaine abuser named Norton
A fellow drug addict was courtin'
It was love at first sight
He'd found Mrs. Right
So he plucked her a poppy for snortin'
the red poppy grows
over our most grateful hearts...
we shall not forget
for Deborah's Holiday Haiku contest
* Nov. 11th, Remembrance Day
Time to remember this day
for the price they had to pay
wear the poppy coloured red
to pay tribute to our dead
for the loved ones lost at war
to remember what they fought for.
by Wayne Wysocki
A poppy is pretty and bright
And its juice is so far out of sight
That the smoke in a den
Full of dirty old men
Makes all of them high as a kite.
waves of golden wheat
interspersed with red poppies
falling to sickle
first Place Winner: A Brian Strand 2 to 5 lines Contest-8/23/21
Third Place: JCB Brul- Traditional Haiku-6/5/20
Orange glowing in a field of green
Or along a mountain side.
Silky petals reach toward the sun
And dance in the spring breeze.
At night they cup their faces
Conserving strength for tomorrow.
I loved my poppy flower
And now she is gone
Lost my big addiction
That’s why I’m singin this song
I loved her more than any
But I then sent her away
Lost my love forever
When I wanted her to stay
Form:
Poppy the parrot
Picked pus from a pimple’s peak
but then Poppy pricked Poe’s pajama pole
Patrolman Pat picked Poppy up by his beak
Prisoned Poppy pleads for parole
and pecks popcorn and crumbs all week
Orange poppies do grow
Over the river’s edge
Oasis of bright hues
Oaks, willows and pine trees
Oaths – ohs heard through prose
Oakmoss covering grounds
Ode to beauty’s prayer
Poppies are growing wild,
Orange to plum where sun smiled.
Peach grape twilight's come,
Painting the world so awesome-
Yon meadow is much beguiled!
Written on May 16, 2021
For: TANKACROSTIC Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich
I've been replaced by a lap dog~at least it's cute,
Its poppy brooch glows bright on its dainty neck.
It yaps and leaps, and like me, its poops pollute,
But could it endure a long and rugged trek?
I’d wager it’d fail~a weary, broken wreck.
Sunday come, the old flame beckoned
Three years and two
Unities torched, broken, rewind unreckoned
Violent tears burned and spoken
Wedded bliss razed unwoken
So this was written by my one friend and asked me to publish it on his behalf.
:)
Red Poppy petals in the wind float free
A sacrifice that we can plainly see
One hundred years past now
I still wonder how
You stood such a test
For mates, for country and for us - you are blessed
The Great War ended a generation lost.
© Paul Warren Poetry
the red poppy is almost an orange-red
two of my favorite colors, reminding me of bravery
the red -blooded soldiers who are willing to sacrifice everything
a field of these blooms parade about in my mind’s eye
reminding me to be more patriotic not just on special days
Love is not
for the weak-hearted
who fall
at the slightest gust of charm
no, it is not a fairy-tale
containing nothing but words
of white horses
and happy endings
Sometimes, love wears thorns
and cleverly hides itself
behind the gesture of a rose
or worse yet
a man with no flowers at all
You peddling poppy
You soul
Keep
Keep going
On and on
Go and go
Strive above and beyond
Boundaries and imagination.
The sky is far from your limit,
You get it.
Run. Run. Run
Swim. Swim. Swim.
Don’t hit the ground.
You are getting,
Now jump like there is no gravity holding you down.
Coquelicot Poppy
fills the Earth with an abundance
of fertile ecstasy!
It lets me know as a young lady
that birth is a gorgeous gift!
(Written on June 30th, 2017 for Kim's Color Splash Contest)
P.S. The color Coquelicot is a shade of red with an orange tint
~Won 6th place in the contest~
My little red poppy
I watch you as you gloom
And bring out colour
For those who died at war
You represent their strength
You were their only hope
You showed life would not go on
If they gave up when they would fall
You may be a red flower
But you're full of meaning
Behind you there's a story
That till now is still important
Form:
NOVEMBER 2022
Rightly so, the poppies flood
Early in the winter sky
Merrily stood in field, and this
Existence of mine has passed by
Maybe they'd watch us contend
But are authorities ever sober?
Early now, in Winter's sky
Realise how they owed her
Unwillingly ignorant to the loss, they'll be
Scorching their retinas, a veil of red
Their guns are silent now,
Lying in their graves.
They cannot be killed again,
Lying in their graves.
Their blood won't flow red again,
Lying in their graves.
Pain won't visit them again,
Lying in their graves
Let Poppies grow where they fell.
Laying a blanket on their graves.
Let Poppies grow where they fell,
To show they fell to save.
© Dave Timperley 09/10/2015
Countless poppies now grow
Where men had once stood,
Or had peered from a dugout,
Or had hidden in a wood,
Where bullets had hailed and
Young lives were squandered,
As poisoned gas smothered
And big guns thundered,
Those in charge must have surely
Questioned and pondered.
Poppies grow in peace now,
Gunfire no longer heard,
Let this be the case forever
For PEACE - is the golden word.
People of many nations
Rallied to the cause
United in their effort
To end two World Wars.
At the many Cenotaphs
Poppy Wreathes are laid
With two minutes silence
And National respect is paid.
Veterans of all generations
Think of their lost friends
Tears are held back as
Each ceremony ends.
We have kept our promise
Renewed every November
In spite of passing years
We will always remember.
Out of the smoke and dust there came, a flight of birds
To rest upon a fateful perch of guns
Doves they were, in white and in peace
With poppies in their beaks, to spread a thousand seeds
A thousand seeds per dove
In peace they flew around
To shake and sprinkle, remembrance all around
Now In every field there is, a poppy for those that fell
A poppy there for every man that died there in that hell