Flowers Terza Rima Poems | Examples
These Flowers Terza Rima poems are examples of Terza Rima poems about Flowers. These are the best examples of Terza Rima Flowers poems written by international poets.
"Sunshine's rousing cheers echo the day in as clouds move made anew." Quote by poet
Rain is coming, and the sky is gray.
Staring out the window while nature is waiting
For the welcoming rain this season of May.
The first drops fall, earthly petrichor weighing
In palms, hooking to surface of plants and dry soil.
Like bubbles, falling droplets are captivating.
Stunning with strokes of raindrops enhancing the soil.
Flowers, a vibrant ambience, rousing the day.
Climbing old stones, vines adorn that weave and coil.
Once clouds have purged, air is fresh, and sun rays spray.
Refreshing rain rests upon the earth's breast;
Blue jays, red cardinals, and hummingbirds play.
Days chuckle; plump latent seedbeds nest.
While frisky squirrels bound across seeds that rest.
Quote- Let not my ashes spoil the soil, rich in it with thy flesh- Poet
Oh, how the sky looks so gorgeous today
Calico colors in wavy waffled rows
Of mixed bright white clouds edged in dark grey
The willow trees sway while a mild wind blow
And the elks in the pasture munching on green
Where all kinds of flowers and greenery grow
A river that zigzags through a narrow ravine
Has a limestone bottom that hides large rainbow trout
A picture so perfect for an "Outdoors" magazine
And the sounds of the songbirds in the forest throughout
Steer butterfly's and bumble bees all over the sky
This nature's scenery is like paradise- no doubt
This stunning a place puts a sheen in my eye
For this is the place in which I'd like to die
"My love is eternal." by poet.
In a chapel on a hill, a small bell tolled,
A soft melody of sighs and heartache.
I walked up the hill, resolute and bold.
Other sad mourners followed with heart break.
She was loved. She was not young nor very old.
Many prayed in earnest for her soul's sake.
With a heart block and illness, her end was foretold.
I felt pain in my heart, felt sadness everywhere
Tears filled my eyes and I was in a blindfold.
My sweet Lilian, I muttered a prayer.
They lowered the coffin and now we'll live apart.
Many brought splendid flowers with fragrant rare.
Went back home, emptiness, silence in my heart
Time heals all wounds, but we will never part.
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Dew glistens, whimsical, over gentle dawn
hues fade beyond the background of sparkly nights
silent moments breath light on the nourished lawn
creeks flow gently, harmonizing with bobwhites
wind’s soft voice overflows with a melting song
reflections of timeless joy a poet writes
shadows erase the still of winter so strong
her dreams burning wild in the brilliance of hope
knowing that this grace of Spring is never wrong
storybook worlds rise as fostered seeds elope
musical chairs played between the heart and soul
thunder and lightening don’t know how to cope
the glory of Springtime concludes with a stroll
through those hearts who know God’s grace will make them whole
Come out, come out, taste the bouquet!
Flowers smell better tossed with stars;
Tonight the fairies will come out to play;
Riding the sky without handlebars
the Fey’s toadstools delicately ring;
Their vibrato hanging within bell jars;
As you gaze within wings are fluttering,
throwing a wimpering whirring glow;
Your reality is left all but stuttering;
Vim and vigor pollinate with gusto,
tender loving care allows wishes to grow.
To all the dead flowers your colors remain;
The future is budding with an echoed hue,
there is a glimpse in the cleansing rain;
Trapped inside you’re fed to a sundew
energy transformed but still it grows;
Generations will come to know you;
A relentless spirit does not decompose,
held by others it’s amplified and lives on;
Your aura becomes even more grandiose;
Pollinating your passion is the mission,
mastering this ability one in a million.
Beyond reach in her child's world as she plays
Lost in her magic land of flower friends
Could I but capture the remaining days
Before fleeting childhood too quickly ends.
Those days of marshmallow clouds, velvet skies,
and best friends forever, magical blends.
I'd keep her young but she is much too wise.
Nor can I relive those days that have flown
Each day her growth is in a new-found guise
Reaching toward the future, free and unknown,
unlaced as flowers growing in the wild
those precious moments before she is grown.
Life doesn't wait for an uncaptured smile.
Moments, like bubbles, fade as they beguile.
December 21, 2022
Terza Rima
for Beyond Reach poetry contest
by Mystic Rose Rose
SECOND PLACE!
An abandoned, abused, damaged, soul
At last flourishes, glows and sings
But Emily’s trust soon takes a horrible toll
What hope her kind, cheerful boyfriend brings
To Emily’s desperate, searching heart
To any sign of love she clings
He displays devotion, they will never part
In a desert, flowers now bloom
But bemused indifference is her lover’s art
When he leaves, a blithe bearing she does assume
A noble warrior too tough to cry
With a hero’s bravado she nears her doom
At eighteen she departs her life of woe
Alas, it is Emily’s turn to go
7.11.22
'FIVE STANZA TERZA RIMA' Poetry Contest
Sponsor: L Milton Hankins
Out of the northwest a cold blast of Arctic air
Sweeping across the central plains with fury,
Covers the ground where the meadow is bare.
With an attitude quite like the proverbial contrary,
She lingers for months warring with the winter sun
Her stay typical of January is rather ordinary,
Until the bitter cold subsides, and winter is over.
The meadow slumbers peacefully across the way
‘Til the warmth of spring nourishes the first clover,
Then comes April’s showers and flowers of May.
written November 9, 2021
O April Rain you gently fall
and tap against my window pane
then slowly drip down garden wall
allowing flowers to attain
the moisture needed for to grow
and show their faces once again.
O April Rain you’ve come to show
your value in Spring’s life renew
that washes way the Winter’s woe
and kindly bid’s Jack Frost adieu.
You wake up Nature’s hues of green
while making way for May’s debut.
Your rain drops wash the air so clean
that makes our world feel fresh and pure;
you beckon Nature to convene,
and with your gentle soft allure
O April Rain our hopes assure.
While driving down a Texas road
I marvel at the fields of blue,
prescribed by springtime’s color code.
The flowers always bloom on cue,
as prompted by the April rain,
and nature’s life begins anew.
These rolling hills are once again
bright blue as far as eyes can see
alive with color quite insane.
It makes me ponder, such degree
of beauty that is known to man;
it’s heaven’s gift to you and me.
I treasure this the best I can,
and with the world I’d like to share
what I have seen since time began.
The height of spring, a sight so fair,
the Texas Bluebonnets beyond compare.
I gaze up as you slowly come into view
above the horizon and into the sky,
painting the clouds in colors of every hue.
Blue birds awaken and they begin to fly
as I feel your radiance warming my face,
and your blinding brightness shining in my eye.
Flowers lift their faces to feel your embrace,
and all life welcomes you at the start of day
longing always to see your grandeur and grace.
Even when winter skies are cloudy and grey
our faith tells us you are forever around,
and tomorrow you will be there come what may;
above us in the sky not making a sound
lighting our world and giving life an assist,
and every day of our lives you will be found.
If eternal clouds filled our skies you’d be missed
for without you, O Sun, life could not exist.
December 9, 2017
In italian “winkle” is like a verb
Imperative exhorting then to win
Exalting thus the strength of the nice herb.
If in winter looks like it's dry within
You see it back with its sky blue flowers
And quite sudden resurrected has been.
There are lots of people with birthdays in November.
The amount of them is quite a large sum.
In this big club, I happen to be a member.
My flower of the month is a chrysanthemum.
That word is a good stumper in a spelling bee.
Correctly spelled, nobody calls you “dumb”.
In November, there are not many flowers to see.
It is not a month with botanical pizzazz.
That’s when we see leaves falling from the tree.
My birthstone is the semiprecious topaz.
As far as jewels go, it isn’t worth much.
I’m really not into that gemology jazz.
We November people come through in the clutch.
In this great big world, we are the ones to know.