by Leslie Albright |
Categories:
growing up,
Sunflowers and dandelions.
Sometimes in life it's a fine line.
We go outside to breathe the air.
Look around, try not to stare.
The little children play and run.
The girls are screaming, having fun.
Little boys follow along.
Learning the words to write the song.
A bouquet of summer's sweet refrain.
A timeless imprint on your brain.
To carry us into the night.
Beyond what sunshine brings to light.
After all the dreams come true.
But get lost in the dawning dew.
Only glimpses of love survive.
As you awake having to strive.
Finally finding out the truth.
About our fantasy's in youth.
All we wanted was a friend.
And a little love before the end.
by Dale Gregory Cozart |
Categories:
love, romance, seasons, summer,
As brief as summer you swept
across my heart's desert
like a Santa Ana wind's hot caress.
Now the eastern passes
are still as virgin rocks
unto a land whispering
of forgotten wildflowers.
In your absence marigolds bloom not
with the disappeared mockingbird.
Only as the last petals
of amaryllis wither do I ache.
You brought me a translucence
of amber for my burnished bouquet.
Love was an ebullience of golden wheat,
our laughter a resplendence of sunflowers.
5/17/17
by Aysha Nuwas |
Categories:
betrayal, conflict, hope, sad,
In eastern lands, where once did roam
The winds of peace, and fields of home
Now echoes sound of bombs and gun
As war in Ukraine, is far from done
The sky once blue, now turned to gray
With smoke and dust, that won't away
And children's laughter, now replaced
By cries of pain, in this historic place
With each new day, new battles fought
As brothers clash, with brothers sought
And homes once filled, with love and grace
Now lie in ruins, in this darkened space
Oh, how we long, for peace to reign
And end this war, this endless pain
Let hearts unite, in hope and prayer
For Ukraine, for peace, and love to share.
by Margaret Foster |
Categories:
natureold, garden, old,
~~
In an old fashioned garden behind a stone wall
Hollyhocks and sunflowers growing so tall
Red rambling roses drape over a fence
Old fashioned flowers with colours intense.
Lupins and larkspur in lilac display
Buddleia blooming where butterflies play
Surrounding moonflower whose petals unfold
A bright splash of starburst, marsh marigold
Herbaceous borders, rosemary and rue
Columbines and clover full damp with the dew
Scents long forgotten their perfumes endow
I loved them long ago, I love them now
These old fashioned flowers, I planted them all,
In an old fashioned garden behind a stone wall
~~
by Sima Mittal |
Categories:
crush, cute love, fun, heart, love, romance, together,
Sunflowers are black and yellow
You’re a damn cute fellow
Our hands intertwined on the cello
With you, I want to sing the Sh-ha-shallow
Bougainvillea are purple and pink
Let me take you out for a drink
Together our glasses will clink
Oh, you make my heart sink!
by Charlie Smith |
Categories:
fantasy, song,
I know the land where the lemon trees flower
where buttercups swoon and sunflowers tower
such a magical place to be, you see
such a magical place to be.
Where gumdrops in and pansies grin
and the fruit is never sour
where lilies guild with whip-poor-wills,
to sing but never cower
such a magical place to be, you see,
such a magical place to be.
Come run, let's see, just you and me,
if moonbeams ever shower
to the land where love is grand
and the beautiful lemon trees flower
such a magical place to be, you see
such a magical place indeed.
by Cindy Thompson |
Categories:
art, childhood, flower, meaningful, nature, summer,
Sunflowers,
cheddar-cheese petals
surrounding seedy-brown-mustard centers,
stand guard over hot summer pavement
like mighty oaks.
Laughing children
run in and out the yellow forest,
slaying dragons,
rescuing damsels in distress,
then pretending to be astronauts
sailing across space
to a planet inhabited
by tall, green stalk-like aliens
with golden helmets.
Did van Gogh imagine such things
as he painted so many saffron blooms?
Did their sunny dispositions
have any effect on him?
Did he really love those festive flowers?
Look for answers in the pensive starry night.
by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories:
lost love,
Cold, I am so cold,
and I’m growing colder
all the while that I’m getting
older . . . older . . . older.
You took away my sunshine.
You – my youth’s desire -
you vanished and then stole away
my strong once-blazing fire.
You took away the honey.
You took away the gold,
the finch and his sweet song,
and all the romance left untold.
The sunflowers from my garden
no longer can I hold.
The garden stopped growing
as I kept growing old.
Cold, I am so cold,
and I’m growing colder
all the while that I’m getting
older . . . older . . . older.
by Terrell Martin |
Categories:
death,
I wonder if death will be anything
Quite like living, such as
Stretching the imagination
And allowing for opportunities
Of love and selfless giving. Freely
Recognizing one’s demise isn’t something we wish
To dwell upon more often than the beauty of
An early morning sunrise
Or the reflection of our own soulful
Self in another lover’s eyes. Still,
I can’t help but wonder what mysteries
Await us everyone; below the ground
Where sights and sounds are frozen,
Deaf and dumb. While not wishing
To overstate a point of endless view,
I pray that when they lay me down
I still might see the stars that shine and
Sunflowers in full bloom.
by Patience Jones |
Categories:
dad, roses are red,
Roses are Red,
Sunflowers are tall,
My Father is the greatest, Daddy of all.
He is great with computers,
Can fix anything,
Will take me to the park and push me on the swing.
I love that Daddy taught me to ride my bike,
Its my favorite hobby with him at night.
Written by 10 year old Joelina Jones
by Timothy Hicks |
Categories:
allusion, analogy, desire, grief, hope, introspection, sorrow,
Love without Hope Oh, even the sunflowers could not cope,
for their precious petals long to be plucked, from your love-me-not touch.
Can you not hear their slender green stalks, sway so bashfully,
with echoes of that recess kid fantasy Pick Me Pick Me!
Written March 30th, 2016
For the Love Without Hope Contest Hosted by Sarah Kendrick
Placed 6th
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 Dorian Petersen Potter |
Categories:
beautiful, bird, butterfly, love,
~Most Beautiful Springtime ~
( Reversed Nonet / Nonet )
Outside the sun is shining so bright
Spring always brings lots of delight
Children play all day outside
People look happier too
Birds, bees, butterflies
Happily fly
Sunflowers
Outside
Smile
Red
Roses
Make people
Sigh with delight
Spring beautiful sight
Wishing spring just to stay
And never to go away
Spring always brings lots of delight
Outside the sun is shining so bright.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2018
January.25.2018
Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.”
- Mark Twain
by Anitha Jayasankar |
Categories:
romance,
Stars I gaze, all night - as if in a reverie,
Under the sky as I stand, yearning to be
Near you and admire the blue-black velvet and
Feel the breath of silence, so serene - to be
Lost in the warmth of a dream-like enchanting moment;
Oceans apart, now, still our souls merge
When the universe in unison tunes a melody,
Entranced by the lustrous stars in the quiet of the night,
Reflecting the charm of our love, as I gape at the
Same star you stare at from a distant land.
Date: 05/26/2021
Submitted for: Sunflower Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Malabika Ray Choudhury
by Evelyn Judy Buehler |
Categories:
beautiful, butterfly, color, nature, song, summer, sunshine,
gold butterflies in noon fields
of sunflowers and daisies
greet black-eyed susan delight
yellow warblers sing
in the heart of hot summer
the song lives on forever
on the blooming paths of time
tales of summer love
by Rhonda Johnson-Saunders |
Categories:
holiday, love, nature, me, day, me,
Do not send me roses
roses do not surprise
lavish me with sweet hydrangeas
their delicate bunches a feast for the eyes
Do not send me roses
roses have become so cliche
lavish me with joyful daisies,
azaleas, or fragrant lilac bouquets
Do not send me roses
God's garden grows many flowers
tall sunflowers bursting with seed
will brighten my day at any hour
Valentines Day has come and gone
my love, remember these words I say
do not send me roses
create a masterpiece for me to display!
by James Edward Lee Sr. |
Categories:
analogy, appreciation, feelings, flower, for her,
MY NAME IS ---SAVANNAH ROSE SUNFLOWER
my name Savannah
my favorite flowers are
Roses Sunflowers
one is shaped like fist
and the other looks like the sun
both which bright colorful
radiant colors
and O’ how I love them so
Savannah Sunflowers
9/25/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
a dedicated Haiku verse to Savannah Sorensen
by Joyce Johnson |
Categories:
passion,
Gardens are my big passion.
I love how mine grows.
With sunflowers the fashion
There are highs, no lows.
Dominating every way,
Their idol, the sun.
Big bouquets for Mother's Day,
Would be so much fun.
by kash poet |
Categories:
love, romance
Lover#1
sunflowers do love
brimming with the sweet nectar,
no bee this season!
Lover#2
fall in love again,
your words tempting me to dance
in the whirl of love,
swirling and twirling my heart
a different spring this time!
=======================
By:kashinath karmakar (9th March 2011)
by Kayla Laferriere |
Categories:
love
Roses are red
Violets are Blue
My heart is weak
Only you make it strong
I can't think of nothing else
because I get speechless when I do
You are my rose
Roses are red
Sunflowers are yellow
now lets take off into the sun
I don't see nothing else
It's like I am blinded
my dear how I love you
Friendships are cool
but ours is better
Unstoppable bond that nobody else can touch
Heart to heart
hand to hand
Hug to hug
kiss to kiss
damn you make me weak
Roses are red
violets are blue
I just want to say
I love you.
by Xaysouvanh Phengphong |
Categories:
flower, friend, song, voice,
I came from a far city
My neighbor’s fence hides the visibility
Days and nights, I enjoy
The lovely songs from a lady’s voice
The lyrics she delights
Pink and red flowers that bees admire
White roses along the fence
Trumpet vine weaves like a snake dance
Sunflowers edge the yard
Purple and orange tulips in her regard
Colorful butterflies cycle
Falling in love the color and scent idols
Later her songs pull me in
Beautiful flowers put my head in a spin
Hand in hand we walk along
O Dear blind sight, she sang the songs
by Janet Lorenzo |
Categories:
death, universe,
There are times when I see the radiance of the sun
And I’m reminded of you when it dips
Out of sight
Like you
But the radiance remains
Ever so visible
In dreams I scuttle with reptilian figures
That make your skin crawl
Demons take up residence
They transfer reality with worn out carpets, broken records
They ask over and over why
Why you didn’t love me enough to stay
Your description of me is lodged in my universe:
I wear animal skins, high heels and pink tights, I’m six feet tall
And men are afraid of me
When the sun climbs the trellis,
The sunflowers raise their giant heads
I stand next to them in the light,
And the reptiles hide under rocks
by Jessica Arteaga |
Categories:
happiness, love
oh
say it slow
water spilling on a smooth earth rock
touch it softly
butterflies landing on the flowers yard
watch me smile
sunflowers rise and worship the sun
what are you wondering
stars sparkle in the sky above
do you love me
each part of you that makes you one
by Milika Kakhobwe |
Categories:
love
When I die..
Put sunflowers in my hair, dress me
in white and lay me to rest.
Put me on a raft and let me drift to a
land unknown.
Tell him I loved him..
with all my heart
With every bone in my body
With every breath I took
… I loved him..
Tell him I’m in a better place with no
pain & sorrow.
Tell him I forgive him.
And he can’t hurt me anymore. He
was the best and worst thing that
ever happened to me.
When I die..
Put sunflowers in my hair, dress me
in white and lay me to rest. Put me on
a raft and let me drift at sea.
But please don’t forget to tell him I
loved him.
by Ann Foster |
Categories:
garden, giving, good morning, gospel, longing, love, magic,
Faith (in the garden)
The bright yellow faces
of the sunflowers look right into the sky.
They peer up and know they are smiled upon.
We should all be so blessed.