beth stclair Apr 8

lily of passion,
bloom of the
dreaming pond,

blue lights,
dark golds,
in ponds of velvet
green the fire
of hidden deeps,

summer's light
wrapping the opal-like
water into flame,

blossom of cool rose,

tide of dream,
flower of the water,

love, with its
magical spell
of summer.

Our love is

tortured on

the nightly hour,

unheard and


Barely open

for confrontation

or change

we rise with the

sun and

part separate

ways with the day-

break and avoid

peeking curious


Our love is

like the Cas'blanca

Lily: dazzling,

pure and shy,

fragrant and sacred,

sea-bound and drenched

like the Mediterranean,

dizzying Jasmines.

Our love is as

tender as Moon

Flowers and

as courageous as

the moon's purloined

silver glow,

sole witness

to our paganistic


Our love is

like midnight


only opening

in the dead

of whispers

and hushed sighs,

thighs spread

like petals

of the Lily,

lips scarcely


for fear

of the ghasts

that haunt

the wretchedly



Your gentle touch

heals like a Brahma

Kamal, purple and

God-like in

the enchanting

mists of night,

blooming in the chill

and cold, fighting

for survival

without a care

but I'm helpless-

ly self-centred

and protective

and vilely sheltered

like a Pipe Cactus

lashing out

sharp needles

at the prying

eyes, trying

to expose our

suffocating secret

to the damning

of daylight.

Ritika Dev Mar 18

Tiger Lily,
Glowing bright
Soft velvety petals
Swaying violently
Against the storm

Swirling winds
Entangle her soul
Struggles to be free

Its wrath subsides
And the flower stands tall
Tiger Lily
Brightest of them all

Wearing the yellowest of bonnets
The greenest of gowns
She curtsies up and down
And turns to the sun

Petals tainted wild gold
Amongst murky swamps
She shines bright
Tiger Lily

Thought I'd start out with one of my oldest poems.
RL Glassman Mar 22

A Lily hurt me deeply
How could something so soft be so hard
It poked and it shamed me
With it's lilac petals and green bone
When I touched it,  felt softness
When I looked away, sensed stone
This is what the Spring gave me!
A soft looking Lily
With a penchant for scorn

wrote this today. entirely random.

march 21 2017
Genisys Dolce Feb 17

You, my love, are the fleur-de-lis.

                 The offspring of innocence

                  The embodiment of purity


                           Silk are your eyes

       For they look on with such suppleness

      The lustre of your soul is reflected through those windows


                         Fair is your heart

            For it reverberates much passion

               Much tenderness; much hope

                         It loves profound

         With the suave movements of your heartbeat

               Another tender petal falls



    A touch softer than a summer's evening breeze

    Warmer than early morning's first rays

    More comforting than a new-born's first   motherly embrace

     A touch more hauntingly beautiful than nature's grace



     Une petite fleur, merveilleuse et vraie

                      Fragrance of divinity

                          Simplistic beauty

     Constantly blooming; forever beguiling

         You, my darling, are the fleur-de-lis.

Floating green, shiny jewels
relaxing reflection in lake pools
light-heart-shaped pedestals
glistening peace on waxy leaves
listening to hope in croaks' pleas
the ancient sound of language in trees
Ah, the serenity of frog stools
and the cleansing of a soft breeze

12-17-16 (C)

I just wanted to birth a poem, and this is my new baby!

Thanks for reading! K:)
Peter Balkus Oct 2016

Lily Allen's tears
during trip to Calais
proved you can actually
find humans amongst the celeb.

Maggie Grace Sep 2016

Delicate and pure
soft and saturated
she stands before me
with a deep azure sky
beneath her eyes
and an inferno of locks
There is a presence
she holds on to tightly,
but I see beneath the rough surface
and gleam into
the kaleidoscope of her past
shaped of only the most radiant hues
I wish to smell, taste, and touch
every color she is composed of-
for she is a blooming lily

Ronald J Chapman Jun 2016

I feel so young and happy sometimes,
When I see, the beauty reflected in you each day,
And when I see you, I see the sunshine,
I love you more than words can say...

You're so beautiful! These summer days are excellent! So warm,
Your bright yellow color, it's beautiful!
Even, when your petals and life fade into shadows...
I am absolutely in awe of you!

Your Soul is vibrant; your heart is young,
And my heart is warmed by your yellow sunshine,

I could go on, and watching you grow 'til life was done,

This Intense happiness your petals reflect, 

Like a golden lily in sunlight,
And for you, Mother Nature,
Thank you for this warm summer,

A summer filled with sunshine and flowers.

Copyright © 2016 Ronald J Chapman All Rights Reserved.

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Srividya balayogi Jun 2016

I saw in the distance a girl,
and saw her lips with a smile curl.
I walked past tufts of grass
In pursuit of the lovely lass
And as I got nearer,
My passion got fiercer.
I was enchanted by this beauty
To be near it was my duty.

Wind swayed her hair
Covered her face fair.
Ah Nature! Why do you hide her from me?
I wish to see her, give me that liberty!

I picked up a lily
From the side of the road
The mud made my boots greasy
But I didn’t care, I strode…

I gave her the flower,
Told I’d climb a tower
And endure tens of whips,
Just to look at her lips

She smiled so coyly,
Egged me on seductively,
To grab her hips
and plant a kiss.
Then she laughed merrily,
And walked away casually.

If only for a moment,
I was destined to have felt this
I didn’t lament,
It was still bliss.

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