by Victor Buhagiar |
Categories:
death of a friend,
Back home, I ponder long on life.
Death is so final, no return.
I sit alone on my sheltered cosy porch,
And think of spring forget-me-nots,
Of roses dark as festive damask,
And swaying poppies red and gold.
Of summer figs and yellow gourds,
Of sweet delicious melons,
And mouth-watering peaches
Syrupy and luscious and juicy,
While sunsets turned to red
And moons shone on my love.
So I will not bid her goodbye.
Others may wail, lament and cry.
I shall live on, unattended
And relive the happy endless days,
The haunting lullabies of my love.
by Fading Star Silence |
Categories:
blessing, love, spiritual, spring, true love,
The sparkling spirit of your love,
merges with mine,
dwelling in passages of time, as
my heart sings symphonies of
ethereal lanterns,
beaming upon golden poppies,
while drifting across haloes of
glittering stardust.
Our divine souls flutter full circle,
when light meets dark;
a sacred union amidst
cherry blossom petals,
swirling in a helix of
devoted scintillation,
towards the sanctuary of
our blooming dedication.
This faith in you
is my heavenly glow,
a paradise of hopes and dreams,
swaying to your deific verve—
the gilded moon my spotlight, as
celestial lullabies serenade
this blissful twilight,
sheltered in your cherubic love.
by James Fraser |
Categories:
daughter, loss, lost love, nature
In innocent lie
Amidst the lightening dew
Poppies in mourning
She unknown, taken at will
Where now a butterfly sits
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/loss-6.php
by Kai Michael Neumann |
Categories:
peace,
Abreast in tank top
Seeds deflower battle myths
Red lace lingerie
Under shadow of turret
Flowing combat above doubt
Garland of poppies
Sword unsheathed for wild conquest
Guns orange roses
Heavy metal for comfort
White flag intimate cover
Make love and not war
Coronet for a bouquet
Tiara of peace
Sweet surrender in motion
Wreaths for a renegade cause
18th February 2020
Contest Let the Pens Flow Tanka Poetry
Sponsored by Jenish Somadas
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Traditionally a tanka does not have a title, but I have to give one to submit the
poem. I hope that Exposure enhances more than it may distract.
by Brian Strand |
Categories:
art,
ciphers of the unknown * A MIRO EKPHRASIS
red dots,
a frog
blue
coins
a violet fish
in the deep blue
rain falls
breathes
in black
& love with rainbows
spiral down
to caress
blue velvet
where
yellow butterflies
reside
& poppies grow
&a red carnation
bursts
then smiles
at the crescent
moon
a drop of dew
upon the shadow
of a spiders web
brush
the firmament
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 Keith O.J. Hunt |
Categories:
beauty, creation, love, may, nature,
Upon this bank where the May flower grows,
with bright orange-red poppies and marigold,
of old memories nestled in crimson hills;
The rills sigh 'neath hushed wood,
of many broken silences,
of many sweet-shadowed things;
sunlight stretching 'til yawning glade
The May queen weaves her hawthorn,
pink flowered haws, and spins her song;
Cupid stringing his arrows along
the deep delved path where the lovers stroll,
starry nights ------
to have in this little dimple of the world:
(Love was always in the growing)
by Kim Shaw |
Categories:
appreciation,
It's Poppies, poppies o'er the land,
stuck fast to collars; prickled hands.
Blood red, emblazoned, filled with pride,
A poppies heart shall never hide!
Poppies, poppies; our best, our brave,
The fallen ones we could not save.
Instead, they marched ahead to cheers,
We love them always, shedding tears.
Poppies, poppies, share our feelings,
Standing tall, we pray for healing.
Fathers, Mothers, sons and daughters,
We stand for all; silent honour.
by Sharon Tideswell |
Categories:
anniversary, war
With paper blooms of vibrant red,
recalling battles and their dead.
A moment’s silence, deep in thought
of young lives taken as they fought;
of blood and innocence still shed.
From Flanders fields the poppies spread,
on black lapels they grow instead.
Remembrance, love and hope are sought
with paper blooms.
Eleven chimes; with lowered head
sincere, unspoken prayers are said,
let those lives lost be not for naught,
please heed the lessons that we’re taught,
and pave a peaceful world ahead
with paper blooms.
by Gary Watkins |
Categories:
flower, nature, symbolism, daffodils,
Roses love
but beware the thorns,
Lilies remember
those that we mourn,
Daffodils whisper
of coming spring,
Poppies dream
a great many things.
user: pseudodragon
theme: nature
by Tahira Parveen |
Categories:
flower, happy, hope, love, rainbow, remembrance day, sun,
Poppies
Specially knitted just for you
All colorful and bright
Like a rainbow reflecting in the sky
After a rainy day, the sun will shine
Lovely for me, to see the smile on your face
What a lovely day
by Timothy Ray |
Categories:
happiness, i love you, joy, woman,
some of my deepest moments with you
dwell while you are sleeping
lost in that vast realm of dream
i harvest the one lost in slumber
there is not a care in the world
upon that face i so adore
the sky outside is filled
billions of stars going about their labors
caring, not one iota
yet my vision is consumed
by the universe that has given meaning
to mine
i slowly move a bit closer
drape softly my arm around
move my face into the redolence
that is her hair
the sweet aroma therein
reminds me of all that
she has given to me
it is a field of poppies
whose spell returns me to sleep
the land of nod
walking in the dream that you are
2/7/19 Kismet
by David Drowley |
Categories:
butterfly, first love, flower, love, winter,
Winter soars away
On wings of butterflies.
Poppies and phlox burst with glory
As bees pursue their pollen.
With honey found among the flowers
When first love burst into bloom.
Bite Size Poem no.47 Poetry Contest
by John Scotter |
Categories:
anniversary, conflict, soldier, thanks, tribute, war,
Fields of poppies and silence too
In this moment we remember you
Bravery, fear and death
Your fight we are forever in your debt
To you we owe our freedom
God's love will never be beaten
Two minutes silence forever more
Remembering all who fought the war
Your memory will shine on eternally
So the world may live on peacefully
Fields of poppies and silence too
We will remember you
by Tom Higgins |
Categories:
confusion, loss, people, political, war,
' In Flanders fields the poppies blow,
between the crosses, row on row'.
So wrote the poet John McCrae,
recording the reality of his day.
Now after ninety four years have gone,
our use of the poppy has moved on.
instead of remembrance of the brave,
it sends millions to an early grave,
and today our young troops fight and die,
with many asking the question, why?
To protect the flowers in Helmand's fields,
this plant,today, such power wields!
by Annabelle Jane |
Categories:
health, love, passion,
I cry for you with poppy tears,
My lover somniferum, sleep-bringing wonder,
Dreamer.
For the sweet, delirious Heaven
Of your pure, red rock heart,
And for the black tar incense of your opiate
Lips, laced with midnight oil.
You're the White Lady's gold dust;
My own brand of Mr. Blue.
Poppies will put you to sleep, like a seed,
You taste like addiction, drawn into me as indigo smoke.
I feed off the essence of you in my burning dreams.
by Mike Samford |
Categories:
nature, heart, heart, june,
It's June, my fields of Poppies grow
Covering weeds and grass, and so
To fill my eye with colors as such
It gives to the heart a sudden rush.
Waving as His wind will blow.
In June we see the sunset glow
We see the heat in wavy rows
We swim and fish and play so much
It's June.
Baseball games we love to go
All the grass we hate to mow
In the evening falls a hush.
In June we feel our lovers touch
In our heart we forever know,
It's June.
by Becca H. |
Categories:
girl, loss, love, nature, sun, wind,
She personified the future
To reassure her soul
That tomorrow held her heart
Within his grasp,
Tight and secure.
She let go of her every fear
As they fell down into the depths of the hollow earth
In order to embody the blissfulness of wind.
And as it surrounds her,
She learns to become one with it
For nothing
Has quite felt so right or serene.
She smiles with the yellow poppies
That line the never ending fields
And the path of her future
With sunshine
That shines from a spirit
That's bound to be hers,
Forever to remain gold
And never to become old
For a tale so beautiful has never been told,
Since every girl's soul has already been sold.
by Jayne Eggins |
Categories:
fantasy, space
To touch space
and shiver against
those fabric-brushed
black fields of
dismembered poppies.
To see eyes sparkle
an epitaph of love,
in shallow-paddled
darkness,
hoping serenity
stays afloat,
just one
more
minute.
Breathless
they touch…
barely,
intensity
blowing sense
into void,
as ends one
minute’s calling`
and poppies run
black inked petals
to a brooding,silent heaven.
~~~
3rd in Barbara Gorelick's contest "Heaven's Sake"
by James Marshall Goff |
Categories:
romance, summer,
One day, my soul lifted and traveled to the night,
like tides change, pulled
by the moon
From a long way off, love seemed elusive,
like a fast train speeding nowhere,
with no end in sight
The drone of my long death,
burning bridges before I could cross
In the distance, yellow poppies filled a field I could rest in,
my poems
falling like a warm summer rain,
quenching
my
thirst
by Paul Callus |
Categories:
fire,
Californian wildfires, aided by strong winds, left a trail of destruction,
deaths, and acres of ravaged land. Yet, out of the ashes, stimulated
by intense heat, fire follower seeds start to sprout, and in no time at
all, an explosion of orange and red poppies give a lease of new life to
the barren land – a gratifying gift of hope which only nature has the
ability to offer.
the essence of rain
nourishes an arid heart -
inflorescent love
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by Annabelle Jane |
Categories:
love, world war i,
Stand among the bloodshed petals,
Close your eyes, your mind, and pause.
Bare your palm, curl back your fingers,
Feel my phantom hand in yours.
Miles of stone, a landscape laced,
We’ll carve our own, white row on row.
They fell in war as I, in love,
Have fallen, so the poppies grow.
by Marius Alexandru |
Categories:
cute love, heart, love,
I wanted to give you the poppies field
and the stars, the blue vault,
but full of love, shy, and clumsy,
I gave you a rose in a jar instead.
I wanted to give you precious stones,
beautiful pearls,
but full of love, quiet, in the evening,
I gave you only warm kisses instead.
I wanted to give you the trees and the forest,
and wings to ascend to the wonderful sky,
but full of love when we walked wandering the streets,
I took your hand instead and never let it go.
I wanted to give you waters, springs,
hills and mountains and the rainbow,
but full of love - on a holy day,
I gave you my heart and the key of its lock.
by Vicktoryia Hopper |
Categories:
12th grade, fear,
Mothering
A small piece that builds up a past
Past residency that creates anger and vexation
True example of free independence and love
Belonging to genuine DNA to distant relatives
Caring for a companion, words, and faith
Desperate for a better tomorrow because the fear of no more days
No heir to take up empty places
Just wanting to see a self portrait of an ideal person
Stuck in a world of full of spring poppies
Warm weather is what kept a whole hearted me
by Courtney Dyer |
Categories:
girlfriend-boyfriend, husband, imagination, life, loss, lost love, sad,
Wanted but not appreciated
Some admire the beauty
Taking a seed to plant to accentuate their garden
Some admire its hyponotic powers
Taking its seeds to grow more poppies
To help people reach eurphoria
Barren, so much has been taken
Without a thought to the flower
Poppy gave the gifts she possessed gladly
But, didn't want to be forgotten
Wanted visitors to gaze at its beautiful petals
Instead of bleeding it dry of all of its usefullness
And leaving it to dry up and decay