”Flowers are the creator’s finishing touch, perfection in last strokes of His brush.”Quote - Poet’s own
Zinnia awakes in the morning mist
Awaiting the moment the earth is kissed
By the sun when it has come out to play
And Zinnia displays floral array.
Zinnia blossoms in many a hue
Some are short, some grow statuesque tall too
Their allure is a delight to behold
A truth that surely cannot be opposed.
Zinnia may grow in field or meadow
Or awesomely gracing gardens also
Dancing queens are Zinnias, proud they sway
When gentle breezes come blowing their way.
Zinnia attracts birds, butterflies, bees
Their nectar and seeds satisfies all needs
Jewels of earth Zinnias truly are
Every single one is a blooming star.
Zinnia Jazz called at the daybreak of Spring
The bees buzzed "how on earth does your garden grow?"
And the fresh season tapped in time with a zing
Bearing trowels and soil, the green fingered sing
With love and Godspeed where the sun is aglow
Zinnia Jazz called at the daybreak of Spring
Butterflies fluttered a tune with a soft swing
Circling to watch seedlings, raise their bows below
And the fresh season tapped in time with a zing
I ponder the music this blessing may bring
Nurturing my floral scores to sprout and grow
Zinnia Jazz called at the daybreak of Spring
To yield classic creations - I know one thing
It’s good to have a skilled gardener in tow
And the fresh season tapped in time with a zing
Summer opened the performance with a fling
Where arrays of rich colours and great heights flow
Zinnia Jazz called at the daybreak of Spring
And the fresh season tapped in time with a zing
Quote By Poet "The faces of pretty flowers will brighten anyone's day."
Here in a lovely garden we sit,
growing very close-knit.
Our faces of pretty color,
are bigger than a sand dollar.
We love to get a kiss from the rain,
makes our growing not feel in vein.
The bees came by to say hello,
they give us a big glow.
It is said we are an annual plant,
we are loved by the owner's aunt.
Shout out loud and proclaim,
Zinnia is our name.
"Sweet temptress Zinnia beckons from the sky the butterfly." - by poet
How eagerly and easily you grow,
lovely Zinnia, and in late spring,
an explosion of bright colors you show
to those who pass by you. What cheer you bring!
Purple, orange, yellow, red, peach and pink -
you wear those colors well, and butterflies
adore your hues! They come to you and drink
your nectar sweet, which at your center lies.
Wonderfully you bloom until late fall,
worshiping the sun. You show such power,
for hummingbirds and bees are in your thrall.
For friendship, you are the perfect flower
because with strength you always persevere.
This makes you, Zinnia, forever dear.
"A flower of strange beauty, growing in a desolate spot, and blossoming in the wind." Author Unknown
Bright
Bulbous
Zinnia
Butterfly food
Rounds in pinks and reds
Friendship flower
Daisy like
Happy
Blooms
“The earth laughs in flowers.” – Ralph Waldo Emerson
A hummingbird feeds upon bright Spring blooms,
wings fluttering away.
As zinnia colors illume,
this warm Spring Day.
A butterfly appears in the garden,
With wispy wings in blue.
Hoping the hummer will pardon,
blessing it through.
Zinnia flowers gushing with color,
blooms dancing in the breeze.
Petals shaped in round half dollars.
Blossoms appease!
1/8/23 -
Writing challenge- zip, zig, zag, zing poetry contest, sponsored by Constance LaFrance.
(rhyme zone & howmanysyllables used to check poem)
1st place
“A flower of strange beauty, growing in a desolate spot, and blossoming in the wind.”
— Nathaniel Hawthorne
Blooming zinnias, swaying in the breeze,
Elegance attracting
cute little hummingbirds with ease,
Hues impacting;
Lemon yellow butterflies flit around,
Collecting sweet nectar,
Zinnias stand tall in the ground,
Sole protector;
Hearts flutter at the sight of these flowers,
Cheerfully spread good vibes,
Small, yet potent, they have powers
no tongue describes.
21st December 2022
For Constance La France's "Writing challenge - Zip, Zig, Zag, Zing" contest
A precious bud was born this hour
a lovely little Zinnia flower
her soft new petals grace the stage
with newness of life, a beautiful babe.
With a halo of fine sweet angel hair
no other has entered the world so fair
with sapphire eyes and cherubic charms
she’s carefully placed in her mother’s arms.
As her new mom weeps and her father sighs
this sacred moment cannot be denied
for heaven has sent a gift this hour
a pure and priceless Zinnia flower.
Written on 11/11/2019
Beautiful Zinnia; summertime wonder
In your garden, it steals the thunder
Do give it to your lover
And to your mother
Eye-catching
Lovely
Breathtaking
Kissed by the sun rays
Their colorful blooms amaze
It is truly a feast for the eyes
And does attract hummingbirds and butterflies
Writing Challenge 2, June 2019- A Summer Flower- Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Dear Heart (Winner: 4th Place)
Date written and submitted: 06/30/2019
She's here even if you can not see her,
She's here even if you can not hear it.
She makes herself known with a crazy purr,
Mia is here, and she will never quit.
Jack watches us from a pleasant distance,
And he charges up to demand our love.
Letting us go is a nonexistence,
For he hovers around us like a dove.
Zinnia attacks Mia like she's prey,
But she kicks and grooms her with a meow.
They both run and roll around as they play,
She's the crazy cat and she's sure to wow.
Mason is the oldest of the four cats,
And he's fluffy like the craziest hats.
Long green-leaf stemmed
deep learning rooted,
Growing from tilted round horizon
green and yellow lime pots,
hot pink
fire red
vibrant rose
brilliant orange zinnias
in full-cultured bloom
Lust for dawn's upcoming dewy sun
shine enough
for this New Revolutionary Day.
Zinnia…garland of evening; I
yield to such innocent blush;
xanthic as your moonlight’s hue
winging along the field’s minty air--
vulnerable are those eyes that can
unleash a charm seen only by a few.
Time and again, a mild gloss
shimmers on your curved outline
releasing petal drops ever
quietly : crepe tassels bobbing to
peep among embroidered leaves
offering sweet incense for
nightfall’s prints etched unto
meadows, wafting with tuneful
lilts of stems bathed in dew. Oh, you
kindle a twirl with floral sisters
jigging daintily as if to pull me closer
in a prance; the one I dream about
high on a wood’s lucent trail.
Gently, my arms swing around, back and
forth until I lay on your zinnia confetti
embracing my tingled flesh, limbs,
deep within your moistened soil… oh how
corollas glaze into my Asian sky,
breathlessly dressed by night, leaves flickering
as you wave goodbye when summer ends!
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First ever Z Y X contest
Sponsor: john lawless
10/12/2015