by Gregory Richard Barden |
Categories:
appreciation, children, father, life, love, metaphor, mother,
we ...
are strands ...
they, a strumming, resonant -
notes of an ambrosial
strain that tickles the tympans of
life and enlightenment ...
they are thistle on the breath of spring,
pappus of a bloom, passionate,
set for naught but fruitful
purchase -
ideality, their roots ...
tender tendrils wrapped 'round
dreams that know
no waking ...
seeds and songs let loose
from our hearts' deepest chambers,
with a boundless hope,
and an ache ...
unyielding.
by James Fraser |
Categories:
love
I don't want for much
Being just a simple man
My love i wish to share
To show her who i am
The touch of this man
Will serenade your skin
The touch of his lips
And you will start to begin
To open up your heart
And welcome him home
To hold him in your arms
So he will no longer roam
To look into your blue eyes
As in his arms he holds you tight
Know he'll be here tomorrow
And with you every single night
The want in my loving heart
Just grows and grows and grows
The desire to share my love
For this Thistle and his Rose
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/love-8.php
by Stephanie Pepper |
Categories:
age, beautiful, beauty, creation, feelings, first love, flower, goodbye,
You come from that place where Queen Anne’s lace
and milk thistle grow thick on the creek bank
behind the house.
Black-eyed Susans, opened to the sky,
sway strong and tall in the wind.
A dogwood blooms;
in remembrance of friends gone.
And the dust gathers
heavy over that forgotten place.
My heart closed up like a daylily
at moonrise.
And I, a late blooming rose,
far into an Indian summer.
You left; then I—
left and shook the dust not just from feet,
but hair, skin, bones.
It collected deep inside, though.
As you did.
We never said goodbye.
© stephanie pepper, 2013
by Paula Swanson |
Categories:
love,
Spread not thy love
like thistle down
upon the errant wind
For thy knows not
where thy seed lands
or what is shall portend
Instead lie close
to garden gate
To hearth, kith and kin
Lie just with she
who holds thy heart
where love ends and begins
by Alyssa Finley |
Categories:
introspection
Alizarin azaleas
in the myrtle moss
where my flax feet cross
to the saffron sand,
in my magenta mind...
Beneath a cerulean sky
where the fuchsia fowl fly
to a haematic horizon
for true lavender love,
with my turquoise thoughts...
Ascending a viridian vortex
was my amaranth amour
with its vermilion vim
to your henna hands,
from my hazel heart...
Such silver sincerity
fades to xanadu xenon
as your damson dissent
shoves the taupe truth,
down my thistle throat...
Umber unanimity
in my wisteria world
has turned my crimson comfort so,
indigo.
by Jan Backes |
Categories:
animals, devotion, love,
Once thicket thickened
Mossy, leafy
Underlay.
Chance to catch starling
Or barn swallow
Amidst slumbering umber.
Eyes pinched-- tiny prickles
Star thistle glistens
By green-lit moon.
Craned and swoop,
Echoic;
Plume beats hilarity.
Lest they sail asunder,
Beaks...
White capped-- bold and noble
Strand guarded;
Acronymic to the other
Guided by the sea.
by Constance La France |
Categories:
beautiful, garden,
My
garden
so pretty!
Painted daisies
tumbling down- pansies nodding all sleepy.
Winged sweet pea tendrils twining and creeping,
dripping, wild sage,
blue thistle.
Trembling
bees!
I
love to
just linger
quiet. And so,
inspired- and write sweet garden poetry.
___________________________________
July 16, 2016
Poetry/Tetractys/Garden Poetry
Copyright Protected, ID 16-809-315-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Triple Tetractys-2
sponsor, Eve Roper
Second Place
by Line Gauthier |
Categories:
beautiful, blue, flower, garden, paradise, peace, together,
Whimsical love-in-a-mist
Himalayan blue poppy
Elegant lily of the Nile
Graceful columbines
Playful balls of hydrangea
Ravishing blue daisy
Humble globe thistle
Delicate flax blooms
Sublime forget-me-nots
Breathtaking cornflower
Exquisite blue anemone
Blooms of every shade of blue
Paradise for me and you
AP: 1st place 2020, Honorable Mention 2025
Posted on February 18, 2019
by Jeanette Jones |
Categories:
appreciation, beautiful, rose, solitude, uplifting,
HIDDEN AMONG THE ROSES
by Jeanette Jones based on Portrait No 10,
Thistle in a Field, by Fidelia Bridges 1875
HIDDEN AMONG THE ROSES
This field full of roses,
what a vision.
Rows of primary and secondary
colors, streaming, at least a mile.
Among them the solitary thistle.
Beauty is the rose,
its spikes as the thistle,
that bows to hands that caress
it with love, along the way.
In this field of thorny ones,
though never chosen,
it receives a lot of love.
Charming in contentment
is the thistle among the roses.
by Modupe Sefunmi |
Categories:
thank you, me, me,
To an immortal God, father of all, who
Has given me life thus far,
And has bestowed on me all that is beautiful and has kept
None of his promises from being fulfilled, I give thanks.
Knowledge of His love always awe me.
Safely He carries me on his eagle's wings, even when I
Go astray to have a taste of greenish thistle; but
In his mercy he waits for me to come back home.
Vainly, the tempter trying to hunt my soul for the
Immortal God is always my shield. Now I know
Nothing can touch me for I am the apple of His eyes. To this
Great God,marvelous and compassionate, I give all my thanks
by Joshua Dusome |
Categories:
change, conflict, corruption, culture, fate, growth, military,
Strangling Thistle
Puff grey smoke strings pollute the sky.
Dull minds remain deaf to vigilant whistle,
distracted by the flower of strangling thistle,
while time silently passes on by.
Youth in a basement getting high.
“I'm just doing my job” says an official.
Thirteen percent towards government missiles.
Dehumanize, and silence opposing cries.
Lift up your brother consumed by hate.
Stand your ground in moral conviction,
Natural law will rain from above.
Free will forever dancing with fate.
Now is the time to change our condition.
Choose to create from a place of love.
by Charles Dennis |
Categories:
life, love, nature,
I watch the Finches fly float flutter dive
across the field they chirp and sing
yellow in color they dot the tops
of the thistle among other natural things
making scalloped patterns as they glide
gracefully moving through the sky
a tiny moment from the day that
helps my troubles fade away.
© 2010 Charles Dennis
by Laura Hassell |
Categories:
loss, lost love,
Dreams like shadows upon the
water
Water holds secrets beneath
it's murky flesh
Our marriage held an
unspoken lie
You were a saviour
Yet temperamental as the wind
I could not hold you down
It was the watering hole that
we met
Water weathers the rocks
Life weathered our love
The pond you built was not
enough
For my cold feet
I felt you trying
Yet I felt you drifting
Gently as a thistle on the wind
You left me here.
It is true what they say
You left a watermark upon my
heart.
by James Kaczmarek |
Categories:
friendship, love,
Desperate wisps of love,
floating through the air.
Like thistle seeds,
waiting to land.
sowing a new meadow
in the hearts of all
Hours upon years,
waiting for _____.( enter your love here)
by Janet Bingham |
Categories:
best friend, blessing, christian, conflict, devotion, encouraging, jesus,
EARTHEN VESSEL
I was just an earthen vessel
broken long ago.
I sat among the thistle
clinging to my woe.
'Til one day a man named Jesus
released me from my gloom.
I was just an earthen vessel,
sitting alone within my tomb.
The instant that He touched me
I was no longer the same.
He filled me with living water
and I was no longer maimed.
He filled me with His love,
and I was instantly changed;
with His touch that healed ten thousand
the Master I regained.
Janet Marie Bingham
by Stephen Parker |
Categories:
allegory, lost love,
Heart's cover sealed in burgeoning prime
Fading leaves folded in the book of time
Follicles of love blanched on the pages sublime
Billowy blades dulled with eroding sands that modulate and slime
Bleached, seamless threads spliced in the deep recesses of my mind
Glossy words overgrown, strangled with thistle and thyme
Each, dilated syllable devoid of reason and rhyme
Each segment underscored with a stagnating byline
Every, amorous allusion deconstructed; devoid of design
Each, sterile refrain resounds a doleful chime
Remaining, truncated edition a lapsing memory; requited pantomime
by Stephen Parker |
Categories:
lost lovetime,
Bartered tears with your love adorn
Twin streams from pure, spring founts born
Sappy pores gushing with showers of contrition on christening morn
Exchanged with vows that o'er time were weathered and torn
Briny waves of doubt crested; fealties' banks shorn
Now bottled memories silted with salty tears forlorn
Eroding tear ducts inundated and with passing time worn
Brackish vapor distilled with rotting dreams; with nauseous fumes borne
Corroded promises mired in a dry bed of scorn
Cloaked in callous foliage spited with thistle and thorn
Meeting at the jaded fork; once vibrant streams solemnly mourn
Stagnant puddles awaiting reincarnation; at next season's fertile rains reborn
by Randhir Kaur |
Categories:
sad love,
I am happy but there is a pain in this gaiety.
The mosses and thistle have turned their tint on the threshold.
How more eon to be created, these collection of azure are getting shrivel.
How more shall I live on the basis of this white papers.
Everyday you are slaughtering me not with your aura but your letters.
by David Opadiran |
Categories:
faithsound, sound,
i heard the sound
the sound of nail and hammer
the nail piercing through his flesh
then he looked at me
all in love
i heard the sound
the scourging sound of thistle
it went thorugh his skull with gushing out of his blood
then he looked at me
all in love
i heard the sound
the sound of shouts
the critics,soldiers were raising their voices to be heard
and they were heard
then he looked at me
all in love
i heard the sound
it was coming from my inside
it said 'dont deny me' but i did
i ran from them and from him
then he looked at me
all in love
by Paul Curtis |
Categories:
love, romancebeautiful, beautiful, daffodils,
You always feel like
A Sunflower amidst the Daffodils
A Thistle among the Tulips
Out of place, unsightly
You see yourself
As the ugly duckling
But who never transformed
Into the beautiful swan
You feel ugly and at odds
Ungainly and ungraceful
How wrong you are
To me you are perfection
You should feel like
You are a Rose amidst Cabbages
An Orchid among Daises
In pride of place, radiant
I see you as
The beautiful signet
Who was transformed
Into a beautiful graceful swan
That’s how I see you
An angel from the host
A goddess among mortals
Whom I shall forever worship
by Fatima Nusairat |
Categories:
imagination,
The pen struggles to
draft a new sentence
I gave him my imagination
to shake it
to raise it, to
throw it onto his pretty face.
To drag this old love
across.
coarse wheel sharp glass
pieces of my memory
spread over our floor.
Then I let him bite my fingers
deeply,
deeply until I shouted with tears.
Then I gave him my imagination
once, twice and again another time.
So from my pen
thistle could bleed
and the lyrics flow .
So from his heart new
words could be written.
between us.
by Callum Johnston |
Categories:
age, family, imagination,
Together, we stand; divided, we fall. Whisky in our veins & Fire in our hearts.
Names of our fallen, written in the stars. Pipers play as the wind blows through the heather on the hill.
Birthplace of kin, the hand of warriors extended.
The thistle sways in the highland breeze, symbolising strength & solidarity.
The best you have ever seen, the worst you will ever cross.
The name Johnston whispers through the hills, striking fear in those who have wronged. Fire of love burning to those of kind.