Short Wildflower Poems
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Lost in paradise,
not always the clearest path;
Home lies with the wind
discovering who you are
as wild as a wildflower.
As quickly as possible
the
mango yellow hummingbird
swallow nectar from the Gods
from
every wildflower
in
the field of gold
wildflower
wet wildflower wagging with woeful wild winds warms my wretched heart.
Beloved Wildflower
A marsh mallow the butterflies dipping and sipping—
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
February 14, 2010
Poetic form: Monoku
she’s a wildflower
that makes the honey bee buzz
they become as one
when penetration so deep
threshing machine approaches.
© Harry J Horsman 2016
Written 6/30/25 for Nette Onclaud's Monoklitteration Poetry Contest - Title #1
winsome woman weaving whimsy everywhere she wanders - wildflower
I married a woman named Speck
Who’s as pretty as one would expect
She's as sweet as wildflower honey
And as lively as a bunny
She's the woman I highly respect
whimsically woven ~ wind stitched wonderland
30 May 2025
MONOKLITTERATION Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Nette Onclaud
whimsical wildflower wishes the world warmly
and withstands though watched not.
Sponsored by: Nette Onclaud
Monoklitteration poetry contest
Date: 30-05-2025
wildflower filled sinkhole-
honey bees buzzing.
November 28, 2014
Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: ONE Broken Monoku - Poetry Contest
Sponsor Rick Parise
oak buds stimulate
the crevices of the mind —
hopped-up flowerage
adventurous vine —
the tongue-twisting succulent
of wildflower verse
4/25/2019
suddenly a rich embroidery
with sunlight pouring
and a hundred chirping birds winging
oh, here comes a parade of butterflies fluttering
to kiss each swaying delightful wildflower
I stopped my car and pulled some flowers up.
I circled the parking lot they grew around three times
to find the courage to gather them.
When did it get so hard to love beauty
I saw a lone flower,
very delicate and pretty,
in a soft shade,
on a day windy,
it danced and swayed;
unaware . . . its friends had decayed.
dainty powdery blue butterfly
makes most petite yellow wildflower
look giant-like
are you a memory
are you a glimpse
are you a faerie
she is gone
before replying
but I remember
flavor of springtime
minty as June's wildflower
love's petal dispersed---
alone in the city park
I long for your smooth caress
Contest of Alfred Vassalo
Just One Tanka
29th Aug 2014
whirls winsomely with her whims to wander in this wonderful world
Sponsor: Poetess Nette Onclaud
Contest Title: MONOKLITTERATION' Contest
Written Poem: 5-31-2025 12.39pm
meadow of the noon
wildflowers of all colors
raptly I stand still
flinging both arms wide
underneath the citron sun
I whirl and I dance
the hour of languor
has no way impacted me
I twirl in fragrance
symbolizing love
hopefulness and devotion
it is a spring bloom
wildflower rapture
in the deep blue of the skies
born of springtime dreams
bluebirds gossiping
in the orange gold of sun
the middle of day
Virginal
by Michael R. Burch
For an hour
every wildflower
beseeches her,
"To thy breast,
Elizabeth!"
But she is mine;
her lips divine
and her breasts and hair
are mine alone.
Let the wildflowers moan.
Wildflower
Nette Onclaud’s Monoklitteration Contest
5-30-25
whispers waltz where willow weaves; wildflower’s wonder, weaving wistful warmth.
Note: Grateful for a 4th place finish in the Monoklitteration Contest.
in wonderment she waltzed to womanhood -
wildflower whirlwind
met world
in the adventure known as life
some live through the stories
they read in an old armchair
while others live their life
to give the people in that seat
an adventure to live through
so make sure that story is about you
Lord,
You ignited
This spark in my soul, and
You lift me up to your throne
Everything, I have, I shall give, and not hold
I am a wildflower in this field of sweet gold
Lord, I’m ready for the healing and there is no more pain
Summer
Red lips tattooed
With passion in flames
Moaning of some rare surrender.
Opened buds parting for two souls on fire,
crawling on tanned flesh in pure heat
of sweetened abandon.
Wildflower bleeds
Summer.