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Poem Details | by Keith Bickerstaffe |
Categories: love,

Petal


Pink and perfect mystery 
to which I ply my finger, 
she ripens so exquisitely
the longer that I linger

and fluff the modest blossom
with my gentle loving hand,
teasing, ever pleasing
so that now I understand

how beautiful the flower
that yields without duress,
blooming now so fully
in the warmth of my caress.


Poem Details | by Maurice Yvonne |
Categories: lost love, love hurts,

C'est La Vie


They had fought. He left without a word... ...while she was sleeping. She threw on the gown she had worn for him the night before, pushed off the china vase and blooms he had given her. She watched them fall in...s l o w...m o t i o n, listened to them crash to the floor... ...sat on the window sill, where the bouquet and container had been. She proclaimed to the world "c'est la vie!". She was alone but at least... ...she was the only flower.
22~10~2014 Sponsor: Judy Konos Contest Name: c'est la vie

Poem Details | by Connie Marcum Wong |
Categories: life, lost love, love,

Desire

Your love touched me. . .
As a butterfly softly alights on a flower.
I didn't notice until you flew away.


*Note: This poem is about not realizing you love someone until it is too late.


Poem Details | by SKAT A |
Categories: beauty, dream, flower, love, marriage,

Dandelion Dream

-Dandelion Dream-

I stand close with a fistful of flowers
My tiny bouquet made of dandelion dreams 
They fade with one gush from the wind
I stand close with a fistful of flowers
Holding on tight to jagged leaves 
Sprinkles of sand fall over my needs
I stand close with a fistful of flowers
My tiny bouquet made of dandelion dreams 

~SKAT~



Poem Details | by kash poet |
Categories: love, nature,

Signature of Life

Over the still pond
a leaning branch of Iris
Messenger of Love

sudden gentle breeze
flower kisses the water
whispering love talk

ripples in water
sending another message
signature of life




P.S:Love~kash



Iris:Name of a flower meaning"Messenger of Love"





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Poem Details | by liam mcdaid |
Categories: beautiful, flower, heart, love, peace, sea, smile,

From the deepest caves one name echoed

Smiling hotly you're the flame captured underneath 
burning with a sunrise golden gleam frosted

Sparkling within dewdrops crystals crash 
over oceans waves rise and fall to grace

At your feet adoring they kiss salt saluting promise 
kneeling upon the sand footprints hold ground held 

Those inside one thousand memories wrapped forever 
perfect jewel you are the pearl of a deep sea always crowned

Lustre of one rainbow washed clean cut perfect flower 
white lily from the heart of love you brought peace


Poem Details | by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories: love, rose,

By Any Other Name

If love could have a color, I suppose
it wouldn’t be just any common shade.
I’d name it for the colors of the rose.
In heaven’s hues this flower is arrayed!

From chaste love’s hush of pink to heady rush
that’s shown by cardinal or crimson red,
the rose reveals the grades of ardor’s blush
unto the time it’s thought that passion’s fled.

But in the tint of amaranth, the fire
endures; in purple deep it can transcend,
while yellow blooms in bliss that does not tire,
and white’s fidelity will have no end.

Though black the bud, a red will grow thereof.
By any other name, the rose is love.


The rose is definitely my favorite flower!

Poem Details | by liam mcdaid |
Categories: beautiful, care, flower, heart, love, magic, moon,

Held upon a moonbeam sighs

Visions of a way forward 
raising the curtains dream magic
stepping into the spotlight view 
captivating under a harvest moon

Rocked in the cradle of thoughts 
your the flower sweetly awakening 
deeply flames warmly embrace sunshine beams 
growing beautiful rose petals tenderly touch deeply

When I trace your heart's echo 
kissing this soul softly within dewdrops 
weeping starlight tears of a breathless sigh 
where the sunbeams dance with brilliance

Golden inside your rays honey 
deliciously lights up priceless perfect 
holding the breath for a moment love 
our time shining purely unique sharing

Poem Details | by Robert Lindley |
Categories: art, creation, deep, humanity, inspiration, life, symbolism,

Dark Earth Folds In The Heart's Red Bloom

Dark Earth Folds In The Heart's Red Bloom

You and I and all we do
Know not, til our hearts are through 
The press of life, what things we be
Root or leaves or shade of tree.
You and I and all we seem
May be but as a drift of dream
In the eyes of One who gave
Self to love and love to save,-
Yea, all the deeds that men have wrought
Mere flower of dream, flame of thought,
Break of waves on a drear shore,
Scent of the wild rose on the moor.
Yet we have seen, and hold it sure,
That out of shame come forth the pure;
Dark earth folds in the heart's red bloom;
In vain, we build the soul a tomb.

R.J. Lindley
1976 or 77 ?

Poem Details | by Lynn Marie |
Categories: emotions, feelings, heart, lost love, love, nostalgia, passion,

one brief moment

In one brief moment
you saw me as I am
without a word spoken
palm open for my hand.

Nary a harp string plucked
silence graced the air
silhouettes became one
my heart I laid bare.

Candle wicks were unlit
full moon a distant past
my emerald eyes glowed
your love echoing back.

Fire  our skin to skin heat
scent unique unto us
not a flower in bloom
our souls we gave in trust.

In one brief moment
you saw me as I am
the memory of each breath
my bliss I'll always have.











03-28-2017

Poem Details | by Joyce Johnson |
Categories: flower,

Lemon Trees

I know the land where the lemon-trees flower.
My love met me near them, to linger an hour.
I kissed him, I hugged him and smelled the sweet scent,
And prayed it stayed with him, wherever he went.
The day was so perfect, the skies were so blue.
The fragrance entrancing and love was so new.
He broke off a blossom and gave it to me,
And promised his love for an eternity.
My friends were so happy to plan bridal showers
And my wedding bouquet was of lemon-tree flowers.

Written  7/15/ 18

Sponsor;  Julia Ward

Contest "Pretty Poem, Please

Poem Details | by Caren Krutsinger |
Categories: 6th grade, 7th grade, 8th grade, 9th grade, flower, garden,

Pretty Dragonfly Spreads Love

In a gorgeous meadow chock full of butterflies and daylilies there lived a 
sassy happy beautiful dragonfly.  She was loved by the tulips, roses, and coneflowers. The monarchs revered her, seeing the joy she brought to the meadow.  This little dragonfly did her best to fit in, nurturing each aspect of the meadow as was her right.


		           pretty dragonfly
                 spreading love to the flowers
                          expecting nothing


Poem Details | by Sandra Adams |
Categories: analogy, flower, love, rose,

a wilted rose-Lei

is love to be a wilted rose
to fade beneath the winter snows

to pierce itself with its own thorn
its beauty hide in death to mourn

i watch it bloom from tiny seeds
a spark of lust from passion bleeds

unfold itself within a kiss
then fade within the dying bliss

December 30, 2019

LAY It On Me - 8x8 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Charles Messina

Poem Details | by Samir Georges |
Categories: devotion, fantasy, friendship, happiness, imagination, inspirational, introspection, life, love, nature, passion, people, philosophy, romancebeauty, beauty, fear,

Beauty in my Palm

You are the wild flower in my palm
With no stem to keep you anchored to this covetous earth
You are the fragile thing I dare not cup,
As your petals whittle away under the wind
And flit unfettered in the air;
Exaggerated fear leaves my fingers numb
Hungry need leaves my fingers twitching
And my hand is paralyzed by turmoil
As every breath of wind takes another petal from me
And brings to my lungs, my chest and my heart
An overwhelming scent of need-

You are the wild beauty in my palm
And I dare not hold you to my chest
For I fear to crush you
To know first hand
That caged beauty, is beauty no more.

Poem Details | by Tim Smith |
Categories: dream, love,

Living In Your Dream

Floating across rivers, valleys, and streams I'm thinking of living inside of your dreams Run barefoot through nature, you chasing me End up tripping and falling in love by the sea We're two eagles that fly, soaring high in the sky Let the wind take our bodies, as life passes on by You're a delicate flower, I'm a young honey bee Sucking your nectar and starting a new family tree Sliding down rainbows after a warm springtime mist Laughter and giggles when on your cheek I plant my kiss Your dream will not end having me inside you Our days will get brighter and our night times will too

Poem Details | by Teppo Gren |
Categories: body, desire, lust, sensual, sexy, youth,

Onset of puberty

ONSET OF PUBERTY

Strong became the want to see female flesh,
an unclothed figure for a hand to rest,
with fingers to feel and further refresh,
and touch the softness of a firm breast.
The soft fair skin of a wholesome bosom,
the jutting excitement of a nipple
like a rosy-pink flower in blossom,
to enhance the lust though not as ample.
Childhood games changed to teenage desire,
as began the young boys change to manhood.
So too began a young heart to acquire
more meaning, depth for which love’s sharing stood.

A search began to find true love to share,
lovingness, of feelings beyond compare.



T.J Grén

Poem Details | by Jeff Burris |
Categories: nostalgia,

A Flower

I love the smell and softness
of a flower as it lay
spread in splendid color 
and sweet aroma stayed
like a virgins' kiss
with inviting touch
that gently opens
to give itself away.

Poem Details | by Tim Smith |
Categories: love,

My Dear Valentine

In the depths of the night I swear I saw your halo
Drifting above, when my thoughts were calm
Ornate but simple like the humble daisy
Lovely and stunning from flower to bulb
Oh how I dreamt that you could be mine
Vision of beauty as the belle of the ball
Enchanting the evening as we waltz to and fro
You had my heart and I knew it was luv
O my beloved, my truth, my valentine
Until death do we part, my love to you I bid

Poem Details | by white sage |
Categories: anniversary,

still love you more than as before

Thousand years! Thousand years it is
Long living like the undying breeze
Deep down my self, deep down my ease
In the thick bark of my heart a love does exist
Thousand years ago
There exist for my mood, a flower that glows
Regulating my heartbeat and blood flow
Raising my guts up and down, in rows
Making my emotions like trumpets blow
Thousand years! Oh so long many years
And I can still feel the pricks of her lovely spear
And the scent of her placating presence, like roses very rare
Oh thousand years, and the love still exist, yes!
I still love you, till forever nonetheless





Poem Details | by White Wolf |
Categories: art, flower, love, romantic,

Just Look Into My Eyes

For these moments in time that I'm with you At a loss for words to try and explain I know in my heart that you feel it too For you make my whole world appear so sane We give to each other a warmth so true You are my flower and I am your dawn For I am the grass and you are the dew Whenever I'm with you I feel reborn How do I express what you mean to me Shall I start with a song with melody Shall I paint a picture with imagery Please tell me dear for I need you to see There is no way to make you realize Just trust me, dear, just look into my eyes

Poem Details | by James Peranteau |
Categories: love,

My Tumble weed

Oh how the love of this earth
has filled mine heart with joy,
and how sad it is to know that,
my life will soon;
all together end

…and she asked;
“My dear friend, why so soon?”

“My precious flower, my tumble weed”,
I quickly did reply;
“A hundred years, even two, would never
do, 
you see…
I have ‘lil Noah,
Butter Cups,
and sundry rainbows 
which I have never seen

Adding up my fingers and toes
was hard enough to do

And now my precious flower,
my tumble weed…
I 
have
you”



Poem Details | by Anthony Nutter |
Categories: imagination, nature

Rose

A. W. Nutter

Your beauty greets me in the morning
To your temptations none are immune
Like life, our time together is fleeting
So I visit daily to bask in your perfume

None can compare to your fragrance
Which enhances the hot summer air
Causing thoughts of love and romance
Enjoying the company of maidens fair

Occasionally your dark side emerges
Inflicting pain, by your barbs and thorns
It's always my fault, I hold no grudges
I should never grab you by your horn’s

No other flower has enjoyed the attention
Of poets and lovers, and those in mourning
The versatile Rose is used for every occasion
To express our deepest sentiments and feelings

Poem Details | by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories: love,

Delight is the Night

The moon is a curving flower of gold. Blue silk is the river below which gathers sweet Luna’s petal-face glow And mirrors it in a soft fold. Delight is the night as we - passion-souled - sail forth on the ribbon’s smooth flow! Written by Andrea Dietrich July 25, 2015 For the Complete the Lines Contest of nette onclaud I chose line 6: ‘ the moon is a curving flower of gold.’---Sara Teasdale I adore Sara Teasdale!

Poem Details | by JAN ALLISON |
Categories: beauty, flower, garden, nature,

PRETTY PANSIES

Seeds Planted Then nurtured See how they’ve grown Into pretty pansies for my garden How I love to see their smiling faces In lovely shades Of purple Pink and Red They Brighten My borders Bringing colour Especially on wet dreary dull days Triple Tetractys 2 Contest sponsored by Eve Roper Checked with how many syllables 07~15~16

Poem Details | by Lin Lane |
Categories: feelings,

Lingering In Desire

Lift your eyes and gaze upon this flower who worships you with her heart on display A bud on trellis, twined in your tower now opens her fragile bloom for you today If you would pluck me from my vine tonight it would bring blush to petals crimson red What joy if my fragrance, in pale moonlight gives cause for you to place me on your bed Tis there I shall wither until my death content to die pillowed so near to you Lingering in desire of your next breath more thirsty am I for love than for dew Dream of the flower who for love has died Life surrendered for a night at your side