You are a wild flower
Potted and constrained
You should be in a meadow
Where the sunlight is unstrained
The breeze should blow you gently
Not storms that rattle by
Those petals shouldn't curl and hide
Your beauty from the eye
I wish that I could carry you
And plant you where you'd be
That beautiful wild flower that
You were always meant to be
To grow without witness, on the far side of the meadow all alone
Miles from judgements or fingers pointing out the rights and the wrongs
A view so pure and serene when gazing into the night sky
Soon to be gone tomorrows sun has promised to shine for you and I
Free are the roots exploring just beneath the trees
Safe- amongst the sound of the crickets and busy buzzing bees
Wild Flower your beauty is without rhyme or reason
Admiring how weightlessly you're able to grow
Free as the wind where ever shall it go
Never picked just for beauty or planned in a row
Flourish as you should, grow wild, grow free
The envy builds within me
To live as the Wild Flower, as free as can be
An unpretentious wild flower
Peeped out of the crannied stone ledge
A peach coloured blossom
With bright yellow stamens around her navel
She had an exquisite charm
With a seductive smile
So pretty that she could put to shame
Her garden cousins stationed high
She nodded her head in the breeze
As if to invite the footloose ramblers
Who might chance to pass that way
To feast on her beauty
And taste her fragrance
Ere she falls down dead
Sans parting knell
Sans ceremony
In that wilderness
In another day's time,
Unnoticed,
Untouched
Unsung!
Sep.3. 2022
A Brian Strand Premiere Choice Poetry Contest
Not a soul for miles
In lea of a lonely isle,
And a flower smiles,
Seen or not, liked or not, smiles,
It’s flower’s nature to smile.
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Tanka |13.05.2021|
Topic: flower, smile, nature
Your Fall recurrence,
sprinkling lawns multicolor.
But your pedals drop.
The wild flower
the wild
flower
loudly
flourishes
but deaf
sober
intoxicated
by cities
we cannot
perceive the
miraculous
rumble
Soft white lace, your face.
Your wild carrot chewable chow.
But hemlock poisons.
Blossoms/Grows out in the wilderness ,in
the dark ,towards the light,
its beauty knows no limits and the frangrance enchanting.
Deep rooted ,strong yet so light and envigorting
and its hue changes as a ray of sun,
from dawn to dusk.
Holds all the colours and yet is colourless.
Is guarded/surrounded by giant serpents,
spewing venom when angered.
Tried their luck to tame and control serpents,
few succeeded and rest fell in their trap.
Word spread across as most unattainable,
many battles and wars,some got scars
some pain and others succumbed to it.
Wild flower, gives the strength to move a mountain,
depth of an ocean.
like from a lump of clay,it moulds to
a shape which one wishes to be.
The nectar of this wild flower is sweet,sour
and bitter,just how one tastes it.
when it fully blossoms,the fragrance is everywhere,
soothing the senses.
Makes one immortal,liberating the soul,
showing the wings to fly and soar high.
In the fields of life she grows wild and free
amongst the wild flowers soaking the sun;
gracing the world with her simple beauty
this sweet wild flower is second to none;
while spreading her seed from mountain to sea,
this simple dandelion forever free.
She’s seen in the meadow facing the sky;
gently swaying with the warm summer breeze;
perpetual motion as the day drifts by;
ready to be plucked, her graces to please.
The constraints of life need never apply;
her freedom’s a given, we ask not why.
My heart feels like wild flowers
bursting from ash
ready to show you how vibrant
only you can make me feel
your kisses leave me weak and
your laughter makes me smile
a sound I can replay like an old cassette
I close my eyes and I'm there
with you in the night I wish
would never end
Wild Flower
By Nate Spears
Published 2013 In Death Of A Rose by Nate Spears
Rescue this sunflower
It's capable of being a ray of light
Nurture it, value it, and love it
Its petals are more delicate than they appear in sight
A wild flower it is; but it displays beauty
The facts of its species remain unknown
Its fight to reach its true potential is admired
It’ birth to existence is undetermined
It’s roots shows trauma
Its presentation brings hesitates to potential caregivers
No one's prepared to take a chance
This flower is destined to win
All earthly roots sprout from above
At some point in a life’s span; we could use a kiss or hug
He who refuses to display any element of the wild
Is merely real
An artificial representation of life
Stuck in Styrofoam surrounded by fake moss and dust
No breath, no soul, non-existence
A human being choked from an outer dimension.
Rescue this wild flower with love.
Unassuming simplicity
Child of the wild
A bit of color to catch the eyes
It’s too much to leave her behind
Sentimental blindness
Can only give bad guidance
Leave her; why break her?
Look only, but do not touch
You’ll soil your hands
Can never be friends
To embrace nature is not in your nature
Think you’ll just put her on your table?
You’ll be unable
A narrow vase by your hands made
Freedom cannot recreate
Take her home, and she’ll wither
But your guilt won’t die with her
Wild Flower
wild flower carpet
in the garden of roses
nature’s harmony
Erich J. Goller
Haiku contest Decmber 10
Your spores, seeds not gratuitously panned
Randomly disbursing; o'er dale, hill fanned
In due season, without preening hand
In quilted colonies, shroud the hinterland
No cultivating touches o'er clandestine strand
No manicured plot o'er uncultured roots spanned
No bridled station your space to remand
In tidy rows you'll never band
No gilded plot, burnished borders to withstand
In unfettered, raw beauty o'er pristine vistas expand
No decorative vase your value to brand,
Or vaunted dais imperiously grand
Deep into the green of the forest
I once took to safari
To discover the secrets of the wild.
Among the thickets and the bushes
I saw a flower in blossom
Shining like in its first day of bloom.
That was one time my eyes fell on you
Among the population in my home town
Like the flower that I saw.....
It was you shining among them
You comforted my heart
Making me come up to you.
That was then the day
Like a dove that had lost its partner
I cooed, you to woo.
How you made me discover my lyrics again
to you I sung and danced
Song after song I spoke my heart to you.
Little did I know wild flower
You would return love in abundance
Like the sands of the sea.......
Day after day I shovel for love
Ever abundant, never ending
The reason my heart follows you.
Tempted and pleased with your ways
In the wild I would never let you be.
With care and utmost wanting I dug you up
Planting you in the garden of my heart
There you flourish
There you bloom and shine.
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