"alstroemeria" poems
Alstroemeria, Southern-rooted watcher of the skies,
Angel tongues of Peru, with your virgin-blushed annunciation
Or Incan-hued sacrificial fire.
So much like the moon tongues of all rivers in first frost or first harvest.
Like first love, first death is the truest form,
And blooms in scorn of all its many-mirrored rivers to come.
Jun 11, 2019
Jun 11, 2019 at 12:47 PM UTC
He is the creator of wishes stirring wants inside my head,
And a need to bring every burning star to their death.
He is the bringer of butterflies to this barren, lonely sky.
I watch them dip and dive, around my stomach and in my mind.
He is a sunflower, a lotus; beautifully strong, yet delicate
My alstroemeria, my orchid; I want to linger in your scent.
He is the hope that buzzes in a jar, like a single fly;
The only thing the curiosity of Pandora left behind.
He is the brazen smile, emblazoned in silvery moonlight.
The one who pulls my tides; when I'm low he makes me high.
He is an ocean of music whose waves fill the air,
I'll float away on a heavy swell, carried by his gentle care.
He is a tree that will support me as I climb up to the moon,
Then I'll swim to Neptune, where I'll dream of meeting him soon.
I am lost inside of illusions conjured by a Pisces mind;
Though I haven't felt so real- so alive, in the longest of times.
-SLuR
Jun 2, 2016
Jun 2, 2016 at 7:55 PM UTC
To see that which can not be visualized.
'Tis the white calla lillies dancing in her eyes.
Doing as jasmine has forever done.
Basking in the rays of the yellow sun.
Thoughts drift in fields of alstroemeria.
Different places, different faces...
yet familiar.
Loves flower blooming lighting the world.
Transforming her to a woman from a girl.
And with the coming of the morning dawn.
There she lies in the green pasture of daw-gawn.
Mar 20, 2018
Mar 20, 2018 at 2:36 PM UTC
your attitude are white as lilies
your skin are soft as white carnation
your act is ful of anemone
but it's all just a mask
cause you've been destroyed her alstroemeria
D.E
Apr 3, 2019
Apr 3, 2019 at 11:01 AM UTC
Kaleidoscope of colour, tone and hue,
Music of universe in clear view,
Metre, tempo, melody and form,
Orchestral dance of earth's perform
Red of blood, carnage and shame,
Lust and fire, vitality and flame,
Crimson lips, love 'n ardour
Rosehips, poppies, alstroemeria
Orange, the dying streaks of sunset,
Colour o' autumn, auburn 'n russet,
Yellow of marigolds and daffodils of spring,
Rays of sunshine, crown of a king
Green, budding vegetables, life in leaf,
Emerging fruit, as nights wax brief,
Secret of sacred, cerulean sky,
Depths of the oceans in baby's eye
Indigo, the aura, 'n shade between us,
Introspective Saturn with yearn o' Venus,
Violet, a vision in sparkling dew,
Tip-toe of angels in morning sky-blue.
Not for us the rust-dust of mars,
Drab rocks o' Mercury or ash o' moon-star,
The greys of the Moon and Jupiter's orange
Are the lots of the bare, the barren 'n boring
For us white light gives peak presentation
Purity dividing in seven parts,
The King's love 'n kiss and covenantation
To human cognition, His heart in our hearts.
Next time you witness cosmic narration,
Give ear 'n thought to divine proclamation,
For not in heaven is His abode
But in the twinkling twilight o' life's trying road
Apr 18, 2021
Apr 18, 2021 at 6:38 AM UTC
The Alstroemeria whispers
To the sprouting stem of thorns
Look how I blossom
The Rose mutely announced
"The end is a solace
To the beginning"
Jul 26, 2020
Jul 26, 2020 at 4:47 PM UTC