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by Carol Sunshine Brown |
Categories: love, mothermissing, missing,

It Is Springtime In Heaven

It is now springtime in heaven Sky is so blue...sun shining so bright Beautiful flowers are everywhere Angels are dancing...as the harps play Here on earth...we scamper around Sky is so blue...sun shining so bright Beautiful flowers are everywhere We are missing the angels in heaven Angels are dancing...as the harps play They await the day...as we do also As once again we will all be together Our mothers and us...in heaven above Dedicated to: Our Mothers in Heaven and her children who will be missing her this weekend on Mother's Day To all of you who still have your mother here on earth with you make sure she knows how much you love her.


by Maurice Yvonne |
Categories: nature, , Lullaby,

Who Is Cutting Down The Trees In The Rain Forests

the lullaby of butterflies hums in the early morning air. a rounded light of gold above the purple clouds spots a blue filtered peak. trees unite as one in the constant drizzle of rain. flowers wild, spill in colors hurried to fill barren ground. mammals of every kind lay unseen, asleep and covered in blankets green. and I wonder, I wonder who, who would nullify?, this bouquet... of sweetly scented awes! With Love 22~12~2014

by Lin Lane |
Categories: love,

Had I Known Love

Had I known love, flowers would have bloomed in Spring
I would have danced when hearing whippoorwills sing
But in my heart no seeds of love were sown
No one brought bouquets or called me his own
     I wear no wedding ring

I could not soar above clouds on love's wing
There were no strong arms to which I could cling
In my heart, Cupid's arrow would have flown
    Had I known love

I was never a Queen, beside her King
No seductive words pulled at my heart string
It beats like others;  not made of stone
My laments are a pitiable drone
My eyes would not glisten, my hands not wring
    Had I known love



5/22/17

by Charmaine Chircop |
Categories: happiness, lost love, love,

The Sea-Man's Return

Swept away
the last colour 
of sunset,
Ocean in his eyes,
winds  and waves
the sea-man loved.

Forever gone
the late-song
of night birds,
crushed corals,
sand and rocks
the sea-man loved.

Blown afar
the harvest seeds,
Flowers in his heart,
Petals in bloom,
Pale-pink blossoms
the sea-man loved.

Found and lost
the light of stars,
Alone He sailed 
through narrow paths,
to mountain'shadows
the sea-man loved.

In hope to smell
the scent of her hair,
In hope to wipe
rain off her lips,
In hope to taste
her roasting- chestnuts,

to mend regrets
with just one kiss.





by Poet Destroyer A |
Categories: beauty, immigration, magic, metaphor, pride, summer, sun,

Sun Dance

~Sun Dancing~         

Bright yellow sparks glisten around the landscape
Sheer environment expose  
Warmth slinks down every step        
So--  Invigorating 
Spur like rays muster in long light
The wolves wait to howl
Soon--Bunch of flowers 
Huddle in with sunlit love
Luminous rave  

By; pd


(For contest) 

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~


by Robert Lindley |
Categories: art, creation, desire, devotion, love, romantic, soulmate,

Thy Silent Thoughts

Thy Silent Thoughts

So beautiful are thy silent thoughts
I would watch thine eyes all day.
There is wonder in them, as the sun's first flash
Through tumult of ocean spray;
In them the shining calm of upland pools
Mirrors the glory round,
And their shadows are the shadows of sweet flowers
Upon the summer ground.
So beautiful are thy silent thoughts
I would watch thine eyes all day;
More beauteous in their silence than the stars,
Than the silent stars, are they.

R. J. Lindley,
November 9th, 1973

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

by Paul Callus |
Categories: love,

Iridescent Allure

a host of wild flowers vying for attention...
in vain I search for elusive love
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
A two line contest
hosted by Silent One
Placed 2nd

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


by Kelly Deschler |
Categories: absence, break up, loneliness, longing, lost love, miss you, sad love,

For Only A Moment

Did it have to last for only a moment,
our love withered before the flowers you sent,
white carnations, a pure love they meant,
a relationship so newfound and innocent.

Our love withered before the flowers you sent,
your early departure I could not prevent,
a relationship so newfound and innocent,
a memory lingers on like a sweet scent.

Your early departure I could not prevent,
white carnations, a pure love they meant,
a memory lingers on like a sweet scent,
did it have to last for only a moment.




by Sunshine Smile |
Categories: beauty, celebration, passion, summer,

- The Summer Strength And Beauty -




The birds in the garden singing their songs

They tell their story with the heart of summer

A place of silence and aromatic flowers

Where hearts dance of happiness, passion and love

This sweet moment, with blue lilies growing in edge of the road

I can not find reality more beautiful anywhere else

It is a thought of escape from the world of realities

Where my heart is resting and nothing can disturb






03.07.2015 A-L Andresen :)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved

by Igor Goldkind |
Categories: love,

Wooing the Artist With Flowers

Words are merely thoughts to keep flowers company; 

Pictures you can hang in your hall.

But the faces of these blossoms, 

Slightly jealous of your smile,

See well past the obstacles you have stored there.

There is tenderness in their contemplation of the grayness in your eyes.

And they mutter amidst the clutter,

'tis not the speed that makes the journey, but the direction that you choose’.

Whilst welcoming the warmth from your hands as you arrange them.

by orphani ..........o |
Categories:

winter (do not forget among the loss of flowers) me

winter
do not forget among the loss of flowers
me
beneath your death of snow

do not forget that bird of sun
the trees gave down there bending branches
to light the grass where love made little flowers

do not forget my love
the lights most fragile gift the sky
bowed low to give a blushing praise
to the joyful dance of star and moon

do not forget the nesting hope of spring
the freed sparrow of your fingers
the silence more deep then words

remember me in the summerless field
the slender moment bereft of rain
before life and you became

by James Marshall Goff |
Categories: faith, , cute,

Sundown in Paradise

My blessing basket is heavy with heaven's gifts,
Tomatoes the size of my fist, eggplants so cute,
And fresh heirloom beans bursting with pride.

The sun, orange on the horizon, frames a pair of
Snowy Egrets above, wings folded in glide descent,
Angling towards their roost.

A solitary Cricket, at home in the cabbage patch,
seesaws a hypnotic greeting, then hushes
As I pass.

A Monarch Butterfly wisps past my head, enjoying
Nectar from scattered flowers. The scent of herbs,
Blossoms and love settles softly in my heart.

I know life can be hard, but this moment, just
This moment, I'm filled with such Grace from
God I only stand in humble gratitude.


by arthur vaso |
Categories: art, death, gothic, introspection, lost love, love hurts, romance,

Repose

Alone
Under stone
The road ends here
Grave of bones

I reached out to caress
The past, and her sweet heart so blessed
Tears water down flowers, that one day shall wilt
For even they, gave up on loves bloom

I have been devoid of heart long ago
Dead to the living
Living for the dead
Love does that, so do not dread

She, who stole the essence of me,
Where ever she shall be buried
My bones may lie over yonder
My heart lies heavy, with the phantom of she

The past burying all, to the one and last
Says I
Alone under grey washed gravestone
At long last

Père Lachaise

by Frederic Parker |
Categories: poetry,

To Never Cry

The mist from love found drifting in its realm.
Lifts only when the sun begins to rise,
And clears away the mist, to overwhelm,
In elegant colors it will revive.
To still the heart, to dwell in paradise,
And bathe in splayed soft light two lover's form,
With lover's wings so gentle they entice,
To merge with kisses soft, tender and warm.
Love's a heart that welcomes with consent.
Between the flowers fresh with morning dew, 
And purifies the garden with sweetest scent.
They welcome sun's cascading light that's new.

How true the love that's born beneath the sky.
To love the purest heart and never cry. 

by Sara Kendrick |
Categories: imagination, inspirational, love

She Danced

The flowers danced within the breeze
The music box dancer danced with ease
She danced and danced within his heart
For he loved her from the very start

by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories: seasons

A Springtime Song

Soft showers fall and robins call. 
The scent of grass is sweet.
Meadows green and saplings lean
in warmth of April’s breeze.

The skies are fair and in the air
the lilacs’ fragrance wafts.
Small buds first show, then quickly grow –
delighting bees and wasps!

May’s flowers beam and streamlets gleam
along the mountain slopes.
Colors sing and everything
is life and love and hope!



by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories: spring,

Spring Time

Showers fall and robins call.
Buds grow on the trees.
Meadows green; long grasses lean
warmed by April’s breeze.
 
Flowers beam and streamlets gleam
on each mountain slope.
Colors sing and everything
blossoms love and hope.

Posted March 20, 2017 FIRST day of Spring!
This in 7/5 Trochee form, my own invented form, a type of Quatrain.

by Barbara Gorelick |
Categories: on writing and words

The Poet's Pen

The Poet's Pen


Eternity awaits the poet's pen,
His essence sealed in golden words;
A message from the hearts of men.....

Life's pictures now, and then,
Days kept forever on his slate.
Eternity awaits the poet's pen....  

Capturing the song of winter wrens,
And the wind on velvet branches.
A message from the hearts of men.....

The flowers in the shaded glen;
The fawn nestled in her bower.
Eternity awaits the poet's pen....

The stars abundance is his ken.
The moon's love of evening tide,
A message from the hearts of men...

Death will come yet once again,
To furl his banner of mortality.
But Eternity awaits the poet's pen,
A message from the hearts of men....

by Lewis Raynes |
Categories: horror, lost love,

Holding hands with the devil

What’s in her mind, sharp lines slice her in half, 
Into faded dark red, green and blue,
And the flowers cover up each emotional scar, 
From ever even shining on through,

To show the gouges ripped from her thoughts, 
To show the bruised, shaken, and torn,
Slit while she slept, in a nightmare of hell, 
For her public body to remain an unborn?

What does she think, where does she go, 
When her eyes are wide open to black,
When her eyes are blank to all of the noise, 
After her soul escaped the attack?

Does she remember those days that’ve gone, 
When she obeyed every little demand?
Does she remember those days when she sold her soul,
Just to hold onto his hand?

by Richard Lamoureux |
Categories: death, life,

In Twenty Years I Might Be a Tree

I Might Be a Tree

In twenty years I pray I won't be gone
placed six feet beneath a manicured lawn
I'd much prefer to give old death the slip
To guzzle life instead of just a sip

Mind and spirit together playing song
I'll rest a bit but not for very long
You see, there is so much I wish to do
Yes many years can feel like just a few

The company of those I truly love
will lift my spirits like a flying dove
The flowers that I plant will be in bloom
Beauty will surround me in every room

The ground might open up and swallow me
Don't worry I'll reach up and be a tree!



For Brenda's "You 20 Years from now" contest.

by Dale Gregory Cozart |
Categories: imagery, love, morning, nature, poetry,

My Sanctuary Sonnet

I find sanctuary in this sonnet
when as verdant hills rhymes do fall and rise
with aspens quaking in the windless skies.
One such will have blue birds flocking on it.

The trees shall be my muse and bid me write
while I in white gazebo am ensconced
with flowers vased, each color a nuance
in my lyrics, a-blush at first then white.

As I meander through a cloudless dream 
the shades ever change in the wake of love.
Each line will fit my lyrics like a glove
while blue birds harmonize in morning's gleam.

Eyes of love are each an estuary
in the sonnet of this sanctuary.

by James Inman |
Categories: dark, depression, loneliness, love,

Can Still Hold You

In this closet darkness pervades, the door has been locked from the inside. Curled in the corner, eyes shut, she remains. Unseen demons there await outside in the moon light. Flowers dance while sweet music plays as lithesome images pass through her mind, her dreams laid bare this long lonely day, all of the fantasies she'll never find. Beneath closed eyelids her golden prince rescues her from endless darkness. I have no golden armor, yet my arms can still hold you.
04/19/2018 For BW's "It's All About Four" Poetry Contest