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beauty, bereavement, lonely,
I sit in your garden alone
Alone, thinking of yesterday
Yesterday the sun was shining
Shining on our perfect moment
For Nette's four line contest.
Being it was four lines I thought I would choose Visual 4.
blue, death, garden,
Skies so grey
Heart so blue
Flowers of the past come to bloom
Love has kissed the stems
Pain has poisoned the blooms
The flowers are black as death itself
They speak to no one
Living in a veiled garden of darkness
Shrouded in mourning
Lingering for autumns death to devour them
Flowers in waiting
Clouds dance in anticipation
The coliseum of life has another festival
Of the slaughtered flowers
Crushed back to dust
The stars above
Stare down in silence
Knowing their fate is sealed
In a billion years or so
Death shall devour them too
friendship, inspirational, sympathy
Oh beautiful flowers
in my garden patch
a debilating cross of snow,
the laments from your
rings in the ear of
one who still see
an appealing song
in you in an appaling season
and enjoins you:
We plough the grapes that be.
Summer is NEVER far away.
Chantelle Anne Cooke
death, earth, garden,
Silver scythe shimmers
Ebony fog embraces bones
Earth gleams as gardens
His skeleton shines
Bursting into blinding vines
Souls breathe through poets
Words wave in wishes
Alive we scribe our hauntings
Bells of poetry
January 6th 2019
Contest: Jan 2019 Wk 2, Any Form, Any Theme Upto A Max Of 20 Lines
Sponsor: Brian Strand
garden, grief, wisdom,
The most fertile soil
to plant the tree of wisdom
is to be found
in the garden of grief!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
16 July 2020
faith, inspirational, life, philosophy, sympathy, blue,
Death disrobes the body of our fancy garments,
And clothes us with more common fashion:
A mere loincloth of sky blue silk,
So that we may feel the warm passion,
Of resurrection’s gorgeous spring
And the spiritual blessings it will bring.
So sleep on calmly with Jesus,
Beneath your coverlet of blue skies,
And know that the summer garden of ease
Will be there when you arise,
Like a lovely blossom given birth
From a shriveled seed in the earth.
adventure, birth, class, community, future, garden, image,
Batu Tulug near the bridge
In the small village people fish
In the river they cross the bridge
The white stone hill a heritage
There are coffins of the old dead
At the peak they are buried
I love you peace. Let’ sail together. Layag Sug!
16 October 2014, Peak Hut Batu Tulug
Heritage Museum. Salam Jumaat.
absence, bereavement, death, father daughter, fruit, garden, introspection,
Outside My Window
I sit on Dad's heavenly bed as I pen this write
The mournful heart looks outside
The window which for the moment is mine
I view with his eyes and the heart inflates
The orchard is blooming ready for fruiting, but
The hedges look wild while lawn's not mowed
His cane chair is empty while mother is beside
The newspaper lies folded on the tea-tray with specs
The tangerines in pots dangling near to death
None to tell my brooding dear mother
'Preserve them in bottles before the season is out'.
September 12, 2015
Contest: Outside My Window
Sponsor: Bev Smith
death, loss, mother, tribute,
She was a loving gardner growing four boys, she was called home by God when her love had taken root, now she is a gardener for His flowers.
death, funeral, loss, tribute,
A beautiful lady lovingly growing flowers, grew nothing more precious to her than her sons while bound to earth. She was called home to be with God when her earthly plants had taken root and now she tends God's gardens.
Mary Oliver Rotman
america, cat, death, garden,
Fresh morning light frames
a cat, surrounded by piles of
dirt and deceased plants,
rat with bushy tail
mesh trap black hole for squirrels
swimming school failures
October 22, 2015
Constance La France
Budding, growing, creeping
All sweet Summer and into the Fall
Fading, shrinking, dwindling
October 10, 2016
Copyright Protected, ID 16-837-053-10-10
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, Diamonte
sponsor, J. Thompson
caregiving, death, love, mother, nature
Around The Garden
My mother’s health began to fail
I came to care and help her smile
She had a little Gardenia tree
But no flowers did she see.
I tended her with love and toil,
fertilized and loomed with soil,
was in the spring before she left,
Gardenia blooms to her I set.
Now, in the spring, she walks with me
among the garden, around the trees.
Graceful Gardenia, fragrance be,
You bloom for all eternity.
Millenniums have I traversed through mists and thunder
Hovering above volcanoes, stretching through sea-caves
My passionate trips surfaced along the meander
Of mountain ridges, swaying like a marooned slave
My autumnal greenness suffered a parch
In the days of searing summer pretty much
During winter the swirling wind laid me astray
Summer again to turn me green from grey
Suffering from others’ pains I writhed
The days of intense agony were built
The confounding rays of sun made me swoon
Was I born again? Was it nature’s boon?
Today I look up at the distant Sun
Covertly content; I have made my run
death, flower, garden, love, may, nature, sorrow,
the lawn mower man
so savagely slaughtering
the beautiful things
he-loves-me-not daises weep
for broken forget-me-nots
death, destiny, love, romance,
A feisty female spider
felt a plucking on her web.
And she let a yellow suitor in,
who crawled among her threads.
And when the night was ending,
she could not let him go,
because the lives inside her now,
needed nourishment to grow.
Some day she'd tell her babies,
the gift of life their daddy gave.
And how, almost, right up until
the very end, he was so very brave.
Where was I?
In my rose garden
Where life blossomed; no more
(December to December
Sowing hope, reaping despair)
My rose garden; dead and dreary
I shall water you; nevermore!
In this dark garden of peace
In front of me you lay
in this cubic box of stone
and on it it had your name
i prayed to god
that you would go to heaven
and i walked out...
of this garden of peace
earth day, flower, funeral, garden, green, life, nature,
The Silent white grave,
Muted chirrups of sparrows
Fallen petals of Green dreams
Just put your ear very close
Hear the last melodies
Sung by a cuckoo.
Gaze at the White surface
See the last steps of grassy dances!
Just Smell it,
Feel the last blooming of a jasmine!
A forest is sleeping inside a paper.
You are strange Creature!
Same as a human,
Writing poems about forests,
trees, worms, rivers, and leaves.
Pretending not to see
That you are writing on a white grave!
Killing the word “Sincerity”
Burying the corpse of a forest!
death, dog, flower, garden, girl, relationship,
Actually he was not very witty, not especially lonely too.
death, death of a friend, garden, remember, sorrow, water, woman,
Dark rose petals and ashes sit upon still waters
I wouldn’t dare ruin it with my reflection
The top of the pines trees is all the water needs.
I taste the death on my fingertips
The fragrance of the roses hurt my heart.
She was here once,
Up the hill from where the fountain lay.
So softly on her knees
She would look back and smile at me
The orange bucket besides her filled with weeds.
I can still smell the dark soil as she stood
And wiped her hands on her jeans.
The garden lays in ruin, overgrown with weeds
All I can do is look with sadness
On dark rose petals and ashes upon still waters.
courage, death, flower, garden, home, house, visionary,
With strong feet i step into the battlefield
A gun in my hand behind gods shield
Leaving the dearest to my heart behind
I see the flowers at the side of the mourning streets
A part burned a part of them weeps
Sounds of thunder fall down from the sky
But i keep on moving with my eyes wide open
trying to keep my head up high
At some point i remember the smell of peace
At home in my garden where birds used to sing
I'll face death just to be born again
I will kill death with my own bare hands if i can
And if death might lay me down for an endless sleep
I'll wake up in my garden right at the centre of my dreams
And death in both ways i will defeat
beautiful, beauty, garden, growth, imagery, perspective, sympathy,
Fading pink Petals,
Resolute to die,drooping
Towards gravel grave.
Sprinklers cast,their last goodbye,
Daybreak:whites now your color.
-Garden in the Grave-
Watching as an orchid's
last petal drifts
helplessly to the ground,
I realize that I am
witnessing natural art
in the making...
For it's body;
frail, wilted, and dry,
withers within it's
seedlings vast plot.
Preserving the following
generations with it's
nourishing memories and
Forever more, this
orchid shall be know as nothing
less than a Garden within its
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