"pappus" poems - Hello Poetry

Blood-soaked blue sky Smell our vinaigrette of helplessness The honey crying chords of a zillion golden cubs Roots that won’t die Bursting through us Dark crimson walls high Too shame our innards Tear-drenched rain Draining our conscience Pulling us toward the marble migraine Where blinded gerents continue the measured deterrent Of life desperate Keeping hearts from heads And minds from mouths Away from this marble pavement High up top, in cobwebs of restitched tapestry Skeleton beast, less beastly in breathlessness... A surge of sun spurged light in clustered cusps Blows into this lecher To carry our vividness Like pappus in great gusts...

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Aug 20, 2025

Aug 20, 2025 at 7:42 PM UTC

SeismicNought

Will raindrops rise in Summer?

Blood-soaked blue sky Smell our vinaigrette of helplessness The honey crying chords of a zillion golden cubs Roots that won’t die Bursting through us Dark crimson walls high Too shame our innards Tear-drenched rain Draining our conscience Pulling us toward the marble migraine Where blinded gerents continue the measured deterrent Of life desperate Keeping hearts from heads And minds from mouths Away from this marble pavement High up top, in cobwebs of restitched tapestry Skeleton beast, less beastly in breathlessness... A surge of sun spurged light in clustered cusps Blows into this lecher To carry our vividness Like pappus in great gusts...

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Poet daubed the corporal on the wings of carney Wanderer dilettante soul lusted au wild routes Counted each the millimiles covered Upside , unstrained , Unflaggingly. Yon the valleys , epitome meadows and Hillsides Beated around the alcoves amok Ridges passed the marooned trails Agape the flinged self flew spirited madrigals Slowly rooted the tints into wilderness True entity got superimposed to sylvan instincts The obsolute shadow rigged the shooner By dimension lengthier the time but shorter by grace Grazed through and some toxic airs exhaled then pulled Blinked all the roof to rugs Remembrance of concrete boxes and intimate sidekicks Cheap conflict wins to hit the ring If body wins wanderlust looses thereby path ends Simultaneous call by consciousness and objection by eternal shadow Only the body grazed the maps with pointers Though insatiably leveed Kept retention the coursing shadow Yet remained damp , savaged the sylvan traits Life was near but the abstainer failed Wilderness abysm rejected the unfortunate physique There appeared Scorched canopies along wilted flora Container flogged the shadow to a stultifying death Physique deceived self the core truth Existence thereafter without knowing the chance with eterna Several followed the imperishable conflict trail Roll of honour diminished by fourth dimension Marked victories of featherbrains over pappus chambers Only few sticked upto xanthic flowers Raise up , were the victories thristled down? Many knocked and still keep on knocking incarnations Fine array of fossilized saturnine inhibitions Callous attritions over altruism of succinct shadows Flip sorties pariance spurts "The stanchion to revet my sky" voiced the shadow

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Aug 2, 2016

Aug 2, 2016 at 2:09 AM UTC

pilgrim

Forlorn Xanthic Flowers

Poet daubed the corporal on the wings of carney Wanderer dilettante soul lusted au wild routes Counted each the millimiles covered Upside , unstrained , Unflaggingly. Yon the valleys , epitome meadows and Hillsides Beated around the alcoves amok Ridges passed the marooned trails Agape the flinged self flew spirited madrigals Slowly rooted the tints into wilderness True entity got superimposed to sylvan instincts The obsolute shadow rigged the shooner By dimension lengthier the time but shorter by grace Grazed through and some toxic airs exhaled then pulled Blinked all the roof to rugs Remembrance of concrete boxes and intimate sidekicks Cheap conflict wins to hit the ring If body wins wanderlust looses thereby path ends Simultaneous call by consciousness and objection by eternal shadow Only the body grazed the maps with pointers Though insatiably leveed Kept retention the coursing shadow Yet remained damp , savaged the sylvan traits Life was near but the abstainer failed Wilderness abysm rejected the unfortunate physique There appeared Scorched canopies along wilted flora Container flogged the shadow to a stultifying death Physique deceived self the core truth Existence thereafter without knowing the chance with eterna Several followed the imperishable conflict trail Roll of honour diminished by fourth dimension Marked victories of featherbrains over pappus chambers Only few sticked upto xanthic flowers Raise up , were the victories thristled down? Many knocked and still keep on knocking incarnations Fine array of fossilized saturnine inhibitions Callous attritions over altruism of succinct shadows Flip sorties pariance spurts "The stanchion to revet my sky" voiced the shadow

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Poet daubed the corporal on the wings of carney Wanderer dilettante soul lusted wild routes Counted each the millimiles covered Upside , unstrained , Unflaggingly. Yon the valleys , epitome meadows and Hillsides Beated around the alcoves amok Ridges passed the marooned trails Agape the flinged self flew spirited madrigals Slowly rooted the tints into wilderness True entity got superimposed to sylvan instincts The obsolute shadow rigged the shooner By dimension lengthier the time but shorter by grace Grazed through and some toxic airs exhaled then pulled Blinked all the roof to rugs Remembrance of concrete boxes and intimate sidekicks Cheap conflict wins to hit the ring If body wins, wanderlust looses thereby path ends Simultaneous call by consciousness and objection by eternal shadow Only the body grazed the maps with pointers Though insatiably leveed Kept retention the coursing shadow Yet remained damp , savaged the sylvan traits Life was near but the abstainer failed Wilderness abysm rejected the unfortunate physique There appeared Scorched canopies along wilted flora Container flogged the shadow to a stultifying death Physique deceived self the core truth Existence thereafter without knowing the chance with eterna Several followed the imperishable conflict trail Roll of honour diminished by fourth dimension Marked victories of featherbrains over pappus chambers Only few sticked upto xanthic flowers Raise up , were the victories thristled down? Many knocked and still keep on knocking incarnations Fine array of fossilized saturnine inhibitions Callous attritions over altruism of succinct shadow Flip sorties pariance spurts "The stanchion to revet my sky" voiced the shadow

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Aug 19, 2016

Aug 19, 2016 at 3:31 AM UTC

Huhb

Xanthic Flowers

Poet daubed the corporal on the wings of carney Wanderer dilettante soul lusted wild routes Counted each the millimiles covered Upside , unstrained , Unflaggingly. Yon the valleys , epitome meadows and Hillsides Beated around the alcoves amok Ridges passed the marooned trails Agape the flinged self flew spirited madrigals Slowly rooted the tints into wilderness True entity got superimposed to sylvan instincts The obsolute shadow rigged the shooner By dimension lengthier the time but shorter by grace Grazed through and some toxic airs exhaled then pulled Blinked all the roof to rugs Remembrance of concrete boxes and intimate sidekicks Cheap conflict wins to hit the ring If body wins, wanderlust looses thereby path ends Simultaneous call by consciousness and objection by eternal shadow Only the body grazed the maps with pointers Though insatiably leveed Kept retention the coursing shadow Yet remained damp , savaged the sylvan traits Life was near but the abstainer failed Wilderness abysm rejected the unfortunate physique There appeared Scorched canopies along wilted flora Container flogged the shadow to a stultifying death Physique deceived self the core truth Existence thereafter without knowing the chance with eterna Several followed the imperishable conflict trail Roll of honour diminished by fourth dimension Marked victories of featherbrains over pappus chambers Only few sticked upto xanthic flowers Raise up , were the victories thristled down? Many knocked and still keep on knocking incarnations Fine array of fossilized saturnine inhibitions Callous attritions over altruism of succinct shadow Flip sorties pariance spurts "The stanchion to revet my sky" voiced the shadow

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Swinging on a pleasant evening Yellow golden flowers dropping on me Grandfather's white beard, Came flying to me, the pappus Blowing it up with a smile Excited to bring out the antlions Caught some red ants being their prey Dropping them on their sand pits Waiting to see them come out Orange-red jungle flame flowers Inviting me to have a sip of honey from it Aimed some mangoes with my catapult Ate them dipping in a mixture of salt and chilli powder There came a gorgeous blue butterfly Challenging me to catch it Tired after all these activities Back to my swing, to and fro Flying high with a feel to touch the sky It was my unforgettable evening !

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Jun 23, 2016

Jun 23, 2016 at 6:43 AM UTC

prathipa-nair

A Pleasant Evening

Swinging on a pleasant evening Yellow golden flowers dropping on me Grandfather's white beard, Came flying to me, the pappus Blowing it up with a smile Excited to bring out the antlions Caught some red ants being their prey Dropping them on their sand pits Waiting to see them come out Orange-red jungle flame flowers Inviting me to have a sip of honey from it Aimed some mangoes with my catapult Ate them dipping in a mixture of salt and chilli powder There came a gorgeous blue butterfly Challenging me to catch it Tired after all these activities Back to my swing, to and fro Flying high with a feel to touch the sky It was my unforgettable evening !

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I once knew a Dandelion: she knew strange stories and wore large sweaters —too big for her frame, that overcame her bones, and hid her petals from the world. I often found her hunched over the bowl full of smoke and mirrors, for her skin told her lies about herself— never admitted her bones were falling apart, or that she was flushing away her veins, weakening her heart until all her seeds and wishes and pappus were gone.

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Apr 25, 2013

Apr 25, 2013 at 12:50 PM UTC

nicole-wheat

Dandelion was a Girl.

I once knew a Dandelion: she knew strange stories and wore large sweaters —too big for her frame, that overcame her bones, and hid her petals from the world. I often found her hunched over the bowl full of smoke and mirrors, for her skin told her lies about herself— never admitted her bones were falling apart, or that she was flushing away her veins, weakening her heart until all her seeds and wishes and pappus were gone.

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She starts gently tapping on the floor and then romps, With one hand spread and other near to chest, she stomps; Stage light follows her as she Palisades below, As a shooting star which leaves behind the glow; Her skirt appears to be a turning disc as she twirls and capers, And when she pauses to resume, as a sugar heap it tapers; As a pappus, she for a while rises and floats in the air, Alights too as slowly as the same, oh what a flair! She with her toe so elegantly executes pirouette, Only other which will do this is a spin top and her silhouette! The entrenchments surprise me and are enchanting, As I count the leg crosses, eyes seem scanting In that step, as butterfly wings, her legs flutter I am here stupefied with no word to utter As the prettiest angel that I can ween, As the nearest iceberg that I have seen; Sometimes she flies, sometimes she glides Giving reasons for her, in my mind, to abide...

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Feb 19, 2014

Feb 19, 2014 at 4:08 AM UTC

ghazal

Ballet for me

She starts gently tapping on the floor and then romps, With one hand spread and other near to chest, she stomps; Stage light follows her as she Palisades below, As a shooting star which leaves behind the glow; Her skirt appears to be a turning disc as she twirls and capers, And when she pauses to resume, as a sugar heap it tapers; As a pappus, she for a while rises and floats in the air, Alights too as slowly as the same, oh what a flair! She with her toe so elegantly executes pirouette, Only other which will do this is a spin top and her silhouette! The entrenchments surprise me and are enchanting, As I count the leg crosses, eyes seem scanting In that step, as butterfly wings, her legs flutter I am here stupefied with no word to utter As the prettiest angel that I can ween, As the nearest iceberg that I have seen; Sometimes she flies, sometimes she glides Giving reasons for her, in my mind, to abide...

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The intimacies of half-light loom in the indistinct hour. Mute weavers- nudging one another, voluminous and pale. Light exudes her milky latex. Porcelain hand, reaching towards the cool umbra. Always reaching. All certainty ebbs here, in the achromic film. The manes of the spirits gap the dusk floating as spectral pappus. They are shaking. So many spaces between the gloom. And yet, only to divert the hospitable darkness.. The opening, enveloping absence. I want to think of the fireflies, their universes of warmth. Opening and closing their bodies to darkness. Always.

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Jan 11, 2016

Jan 11, 2016 at 1:16 AM UTC

chelsea-chavez

lul

The intimacies of half-light loom in the indistinct hour. Mute weavers- nudging one another, voluminous and pale. Light exudes her milky latex. Porcelain hand, reaching towards the cool umbra. Always reaching. All certainty ebbs here, in the achromic film. The manes of the spirits gap the dusk floating as spectral pappus. They are shaking. So many spaces between the gloom. And yet, only to divert the hospitable darkness.. The opening, enveloping absence. I want to think of the fireflies, their universes of warmth. Opening and closing their bodies to darkness. Always.

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I am a child playing with my foster sister in a small field We play in mud and run around the lid to the septic tank a portal to hell I feel the wind rush through tree leaves in a small field We get tired from sun kisses drying us and the mud the portal to hell I pick up dandelions growing up and getting tall in a small field We run around blowing pappus at each other and laugh and somewhere in the dandelion swirls I envision a universe among unlimited ones where my mother is alive it blows out into the world

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Apr 5, 2021

Apr 5, 2021 at 9:57 AM UTC

wilfredo-flores

Dandelions

I am a child playing with my foster sister in a small field We play in mud and run around the lid to the septic tank a portal to hell I feel the wind rush through tree leaves in a small field We get tired from sun kisses drying us and the mud the portal to hell I pick up dandelions growing up and getting tall in a small field We run around blowing pappus at each other and laugh and somewhere in the dandelion swirls I envision a universe among unlimited ones where my mother is alive it blows out into the world

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