Iris

Tulips you call yourself

Iris is what I see

Never on a shelf

Wild you’re meant to be

 

Iris I say, for Iris grows in stones

Black iris as your hair, black as the dawns

Fragile yet special, and hard to get

Angelic sweet face that’s hard to forget

 

Exotic and attractive

Special and rare

I stare at you, you are distractive

You’re lonesome and beauty, how unfair

 

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A beautiful description of Iris. The strong statements create a view of wonder and beauty. Thank you for the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[David W Moore III]

Pretty piece, Whoever she is , is lucky to have your attention.

[A.A.Romanczuk]

:) Lovely..
Simply Lovely
Irises always remind me of my mother :)

[A.r. Bazian]

hahaha... you got that grows in stone from when ye asked me why i chose the black iris for a pen name huh? three years ago! lol
nice one dude!
i still loved other ones much more! but not bad! need work on structure but good!
hope to hear from you soooon!
miss you bro!
sorry for not staying intouch, but my days are basically between hospitals, dad's hospitals, work, and home!
be well mate!
i hope i get to see you one day soon!

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. oh, that is such a gorgeous one ... iris it is ... no more tulips ...

[r]

This is beautiful. I love this, especially the first stanza.