by Daisy Meadows |
Categories:
flower,
Daisies, buttercups, bluebells and trees,
Wonderful woodland,
Lots of green leaves.
Daffodils, tulips and roses,
Put them together,
Make bright coloured posies.
Carnations, lillies and orchids too,
A caring thought is sent,
Beautiful bouquet especially for you.
Flowers are special and they say,
Bringing lots of love,
To brighten up your day.
22/4/22
by Kat Crane |
Categories:
lovelove, daffodils,
Thy love rings like bluebells caught in spring’s breeze
Singing out to my heart heaven’s chorus
Such beauteous song brings larks to their knees
Humming birds charm-ed stilly and voiceless
Thy radiant smile beclouds the sun’s rays
Jaundice daffodils wilt in thy presence
Thou favour emits an opium haze
Lovers’ Lorelei reborn in essence
To mine folly I court thee with ardour
Thy golden locks weave a web ‘round my soul
Beguiling eyes yield thee my surrender
Sempiternal truth insanity stole
Foreseen temptress thy counsel I not heed
Forewarned I ne’er beheld such love from thee
by Daniel Cheeseman |
Categories:
naturesun,
The springs sun had kissed them
all, like fragrant feathers one by
one to earth did fall. Th Apple,
the Pear and Cherry, with April
showers will make merry. In
natures hand they will grow, to
the eye a ripening show. And
the orchard come to life, all
about to dance and sing, a hazy
calm shall sweetness bring.
Birdsong, butterflies while the
day, Bluebells, Buttercups ring
and sway. Lush green grass
adorns the ground, all is peace
and quiet found. And in the
evening when the sun sits low,
you can almost hear the orchard
grow, hear the whispers of Flora's
rhapsody and natures love in
harmony.
by Randy Freie |
Categories:
longing, love,
Away in the Heather
The hillside adorns
A day of bright weather
No thistles or thorns
The meadowlark's singing
The willows are dancing
The bluebells are ringing
The bees are romancing
Soft lavender breezes
So gently it hovers
And wantonly teases
A respite for lovers
by Kate Sparks |
Categories:
bereavement, blue, boy, childhood, death, dedication, flower, imagery, love, memory, mother son, remember, seasons, son,
After the lilacs have gone by,
before golden flowers bloom
we will walk through meadows
soft and blue
and feast on bread with honey
stolen from autumn bees
still drunk in love with sunflowers.
After the lilacs have gone by,
before red poppies dance,
as we wake in meadows
soft with dew
you will kiss my honeyed lips
and we will walk through springs
still drunk in love with bluebells.
After the lilacs have gone by,
before brown leaves of autumn
as we remember meadows
green and new
sweet dreams will flow like honey
from a sunflower child
with eyes the shade of bluebells
by Janet Gardner |
Categories:
absence, color, england, i miss you, love, romance, spring,
I love bluebells,
I like their deep scent,
the way they jingle invitingly in the spring breeze,
their delicate blanket patchworked by trees,
brief but bold blues against verdant greens, sparkling with white anemones.
This year I look at them and all they are doing is reminding me of the colour of your eyes.
by Jan Oskar Hansen |
Categories:
april,
Haiku
April and dull days
My love has gone missing
A field of bluebells
Haiku
April and drizzle
My love has gone missing
Azure is the ocean
Haiku
April and cold wind
My love has gone missing
Cobalt is the sky
Haiku
April and sunshine
My love has come back to me
Anemone and roses.
by Brian Eatherton |
Categories:
love
Blue Belle lies among the bluebells
Deep within the wood,
Every year she returns there,
Remembering a rhyme,
Contemplating a crime,
And every time she leaves
A new Belle walks away
from the bluebell wood.
by Wendy Rycroft |
Categories:
poems,
Heaven’s orchestra.
The concert begins.
Symphony played.
Instrumental composition,
Springs violins sounds,
Trumpets call,
The earth rejoices.
Woodwind blows,
Tempo vibrating love.
Dawn chorus! Awakens,
Clashing cymbals,
Bluebells chime.
Beats with poetic rhythm.
The audience watch.
As crescendo of colour,
Blooms.
Wendy Jae
by David Boulton |
Categories:
flower, i love you, i miss you, lost love, miss you,
How I pray that I shall never forget
The day we picked the violets
You wore them in your hair
And Spring was in the air.
When bluebells danced in sunlit glades
Like an azure carpet so neatly laid
And sugar-almond apple blossom bloomed
These tender flowers are gone too soon
Like Spring-time in a brave new year
Hope for hope is always here
When chilling frosts are gone.
I will always remember as time goes by
Ancient lanes beneath roiling skies
That mirror'd your eyes of China blue
And we picked violets in the lane
You wore them in your hair.
How I pray I shall never forget
The day we picked the violets.
by Sidney Beck |
Categories:
inspirational
IS IT JUST ME?
Is it just me? Or
Does everybody secretly
-Want to lie down and roll in a
Huge clump of bluebells when they see it?
-Think that pepperoni pizza
is just about the tastiest food in the world?
-Realise how wonderful it is to
Embrace someone they love deeply?
-feel almost brought to tears by Pacino’s “blind” speech
at the school in Scent of a Woman?
-wish that Tchaikovski had written about 100
Different dances in The Nutcracker,
Each as beautiful as Sugarplum?
by Sydney Banks |
Categories:
absence, confusion, journey, daffodils,
Dusk,
Say goodbye to the place you love
Shadows intrepid,
A shallow
Grave of desire
A wooded embouchure, a tightening grip
A melody,
Resounded, it's reverberation rejected
Of sounds,
Echoing,
Through your negotiations
A breeze, through the laughing bluebells of spring
Extracting the numbness of vanity fiends
Yellow indoctrination of the
Daffodils sway
Suggestive and playful.
You penetrate realisation,
Knowing you can never return
By chance,
You may find yourself again!
by Terry Miller |
Categories:
love,
There was a crowd, I recall, sometime somewhere
close to the edge of spring's fresh green burgeoned heath
and cold winter’s forest dark, I met you there.
A fresh blossom virgin white, lonely, beneath
the canopy of ancient oak, whose cold shade
could not becloud your so captivating shine
made conspicuous amid the purple glade
of bluebells, a snowdrop, singular, divine.
by Wendy Rycroft |
Categories:
poems,
The garden
Was adorned with colour,
Camilla dressed
In full white bloom,
Her leaves
A shining glossy trail,
Perfumed petals
Fell like confetti,
Plants cheered
With excitement,
The wind blew
In anticipation,
Church bluebells rang out,
Celebrating seasons
Of matrimony.
The atmosphere
Bright and beautiful.
Bridegroom rode
On his chariot of spring,
Bringing warmth
From his love.
Embracing her fragrance
Producing an abundance
Of showy flowers.
Wendy Jae
by Julia Brown Badr |
Categories:
family, , cute,
Silver blonde hair hiding an eye
Blue eyes bright and intent
A nose cute enough to tweak
These are what I see when I think of you
Laughter that rivals the bluebells
A smile so warm to melt the darkest heart
Your spirit a beacon to guide and help us all
These are what I see when I think of you
And even though I only had you for three months
These and you will be in my heart forever
Love,
Mom
by Debjani Mitra |
Categories:
cheer up, love,
gypsy girl flowing in a flash of red skirt
her glazed bodice in breeze of bluebells
In fountain of rejoice, wild rapacious flirt
crystal lapis lazuli , my fortune she tells
"you'll soon fall in love and gonna get hurt"
In a sherbet dream, my cheerful heart yells.
14th April 2020
by Seren Roberts |
Categories:
dream, spring,
The darkness falls i am here alone
I wanted the peace and quiet
To lie here in the bluebells and think
A heavenly retreat to quell my mindful riot
I am lying here , when i felt a gentle touch
Like fairy whispers on my skin
My eyes wouldnt open my senses were such
I arched my back I felt his body within
What seemed like hours we made love
Satiated I fell asleep, was this a dream
When i awoke i was still alone, lips bruised,
Body aching covered in loves cream
I looked about nothing to suggest
I wasnt the only person here
Then I saw it amongst the bluebells
A single red rose to say I was here
In the meadow
17 April 2013
by Yasmin Ilahi |
Categories:
rose,
In hay-sweet evening air, crimson reds dotted around. Beautiful scented flowers on the ground.
The poplar tree sways in the summer grace, it's such a heavenly place.
Swathes of bluebells thick and long. I can hear the birds flutter, in a whirl of colour as they sing their song. Reds and yellows in the trees, such a beautiful breeze. As summer races away.
Exquisite ecosystems buzzing with amazing creatures. Mother nature adores all
her unique features. Viridescent trees accommodate colourful birds. Scented flowers smile while enamanting love. They blossom with help from above, as summer races away.
by Joyelle Osburn |
Categories:
love
these walls were not
painted with your face
nor have your trembling
hands or fingers
traced the cracks,
that over time,
led you here
where, out broken windows,
you sang in the wind-
like the willows
and the bluebells.
with a clenched soul,
I watch you suffer-
pieces of your wars
burn like ash
between my hands
and I'm not scared-
for it is here,
in this corridor,
that I love you.
though dark rooms
and broken candlesticks
fill our lives,
we'll rise in the morning
with laughter,
our half-hour love,
and a whiskey bottle
full of everything
that makes me want
to be with you.
by Caren Krutsinger |
Categories:
flower,
Marigolds are my favorite, variegated, ruffled and sweet.
Roses, hollyhocks, bluebells or coneflowers, hard to beat.
Did I mention lilies, or daffodils? They do lead the parade.
Cannot eliminate purple lilacs whose scent wafts in the shade.
Fragrances of spring in the air. Love all flowers I have to share.
by Caren Krutsinger |
Categories:
flower,
the scrumptious bluebells
enticing us to love them
beauties I adore
by Duncan Chappell |
Categories:
fantasy, i love you,
The willow trees blow so soft in the wind
push back and forth with such charm
the light flicker upon the church
for it spiral towers so powerful to the eye
the wind chimes clang and bang with such jingle it make my head tingle
for the bluebells that scatter the woods so proud like thousand in a crowed
the sun that shine to warm the days break to stop the shivering quake
oh it feels so good to hold your hand to dance upon the moon of light
for now i must go for i love you so
the nightwalker 6th
oct 2010
by Linda Alice Fowler |
Categories:
feelings, heart, love, moon, nature, senses, sun,
butterflies flutter in your presence
bluebells ring the sound of your voice
bold moon gives bright sun a turn
fireflies light when you smile
streams riffle your name
my heart hammers
in my mind
is this
love
by Kim Rodrigues |
Categories:
morning,
Bluebells are a symbol of humility, gratitude and constancy
A perfect day is not lackluster, nor lusting for more, but
rather knowing the plenitude in each sentient moment.
—Quote by Poet
An Edenic Rise
it’s perfect degrees
of sixty-one stimulates
a chirrup ‘cross screen
in pjs; my feet are bare
pedicured cerulian
better than Summer
and Winter’s too cold to bear
love perfect degrees
in slight chill of fahrenheit
add cup of Highlander Grogg
an Edenic rise
joyful sighs sans monotone
with cream in the cup
retiree with work to do
bluebells boon in afternoon
by Ernesto P. Santiago |
Categories:
life, love, nature, on writing and words, social, wife,
I see, the poem I wrote to you was a bit timid,
though sweet. “I’ll love you, forever!” is what it says,
and I, the great lover, perceived, “it’s what my heart beats!”
Several times, I had fluttered the many, hanging
around the corner of the house. Conquer them all! So, I did.
The naked ladies, the bluebells, the angels trumpet
and countless others---innocent and blooming,
but withered in few seconds in my eager hands.
Yet, you---O La Belle Rose De Grèce, unlike them have conquered me!