59+ Best Poems About Lavender: Gentle & Delicate

Lavender is famous in southern France such as Provence or Avignon. The truth is lavender originally come from the Mediterranean region and was well-known thousands of years ago from ancient Greece. The Romans had planted lavender flowers throughout Europe and southern France had the most of them.

Lavender blooms only one season of the year. The summer is bright and dazzling which help the lavender flowers bloom with all the love in the heart. And then the rest of the year, lavender embraces all the sap, nourish and tolerate the weather, waiting for upcoming sunny days.

Lavender attracts people by its gentle and delicate purple color. Not only symbolizing the faithful and whole-hearted love, lavender has many uses in life such as beauty, curing acne, losing temper… Also, because of the romantic purple color and the love story about lavender have brought to poetry a lot of emotions. Below are the best collection of lavender poems, please enjoy!

1, Lavender Princess by Destiny Mayberry

…can you see the sunlit princess…
she moves softly…across the fields..
..she moves with the nature around her…every year… She greets her beloved lavender field..
a cherished friend…a memory…i know it will never fade..
… giving her more than money could buy ….
…. a memory forever…
.. i watch her stand and let a butterfly alight upon her precious finger…
…….ooh my love that memory of things like this more precious than a diamond on your finger…
the wind always blows her way…she always stares with wider eyes…
every year she grows… the more she loves the wonder…
this lavender field a memory to complete. her…remind her life is precious.. the only thing more precious….
Her amazing… lavender princess..

2, Lavender Fields by Joanne Butler

In the Summer sun
You reach for my hand
And guide me atop
Of this magical land
We are caught in the moment

Of awe and amaze
Upon this purple vision
Of beauty we now gaze
As of vivid dreams

Nestled in the trees
an idyllic slice of heaven
Gently swaying in the breeze
In the lavender fields

Of Cotswolds
Are romantic walks of old
A smell so divinely arousing
It envelops you in the fold

All the lilacs you can think of
A mass of swirling hues
Aromas tease your every senses
in a stunning panoramic view

I want to stay forever
In this little world of ours
Delight in our conversations
As we while away the hours

But the sun is melting into pink
Across the clouded sky
You take my hand once more to leave
I look back as I whisper “Goodbye”

3, Lavender Fields by Doreen E Hampshire

Lavender, sweet lavender,
A scented purple haze.
With radiant lilac flowers,
I stand and look, amazed.

Row upon row of lavender,
In among the flowers.
While I stand and smell the aroma,
The fragrant lasts for hours.

Wandering through natural beauty,
Walking row after row.
Lavender fields a lilac sheen,
As the wind does gently blow.

4, A Green Grass on the Lavender Field by John Miguel Gonzaga

I am a green grass on a lavender kingdom,
The only prisoner on the dominion of freedom,
An ordinary stalk, a seldom protuberance,
The only individual here who doesn’t reek with fragrance.
Living in a world where there’s an absolute union,
Can’t help but identify myself as the only malfunction,
Always being the exception and the contradiction,
Living as an abegnation while the world treats me as an aberration.
Sometimes I utter and look up when it’s noon,
Hoping that someone can hear, maybe the man on the moon,
I only desire to be like them, to bloom,
When I wake up I hope I’d be a radiant purple lavender prune.

5, Lavender by Licky Linguist

It was on a lavender day, amid flowers of May
That my beautiful angel was born
Amid lavender flowers, on the grass she lay
In a glorious lavender dawn.

Her lavender smile, so sweet and lovely
Shone then on her lavender face
And her lavender skin, so delightfully
Wrapped me in her lavender embrace.

Her lavender eyes, with a hint of grey
Laughed at every autumn leaf
As if in each dying leaf hope did sway
In those days of happiness so brief.

But in winter cold, in winter harsh
As wintry storms blew mightily past
My lavender angel was blown away
Leaving me lost and aghast.

In her dimming lavender eyes
The lavender tears swirling around
Those amethyst jewels now cold as ice
That once did laugh; now they make no sound.

The lavender memories, as wisps of smoke
Float adrift in my mind as ghosts
Of a distant time, of a lavender scent
A lavender sight, now cloaked in frost.

6, Lavender Fields by Khushi Walia

Walking through the lavender fields
The scent that seals
The place giving me comfort of my space
Laying down starting at the sky slowly
turning these fields into my happy place
Wondering through nothing in mind
I could stay here all my life

7, Lavender by Paul Goodman

I planned to have a border of lavender
but planted the bank too of lavender
and now all of my crazy garden
is grown in lavender

it smells so sharp, heady and musky of
lavender, and the hue of only
lavender is all my garden up
into the gray rocks.

When forth I go from here the love I heedlessly
give, mostly in vain for I am stupid
and miss the moment, it has blest me silly
when forth I go

and when, sitting as gray as these gray rocks
among the lavender, I breathe the lavender’s
tireless squandering, I liken it
to my silly loving,

I liken my silly indefatigable
loving to the lavender which has grown over
all my garden, banks, and borders, up
into the gray rocks.

8, Lavender by Constance Enslow

The gently quiet murmur of the summer rain,
Falling on attic roofs,
Brings to the store of old rejected things, below
In the gabled darkened room,
The thought of youth;
As soft love-touches
On the arched and narrowed shoulders of a spinster
May recall
The failing hopes and unremembered joys.
And so on my heart,
Filled with the past’s old dusty things,
Falls now the sweet and gentle softness of your voice.

9, Lavender by Archie Austin Coates

The twilight hangs like smoke in the streets,
Pearly, veiling all the stretches in illusion;
And the new-lit lamps are the glow of hearts
That grope unseeing and unseen.

At the corner a lean young girl offers me lavender,
Offers me youth and romance to hold in my palm, closed-thus.

She gives dreams to the world,
She who knows nought of dreams-
Gives gardens, and waters, and the young shy moon
Hung in the laurels;
Gives the smoke of evening in the willows,
And the complaining stream,
And the lavender’s subtle reawakening of old, dead thoughts.

These, all these she gives, this lean girl-
(A shawl is over her head and her eyes look into the dark ness).
What does she know of dreams?
How more happy is she than I who have dreamed,
And may dream no more!

10, Lavender Essence by Theodora (Theo) Onken

Lavender essence-
Breathes the night air;
Enchanting velvet whispers-
O’ moonlight…

Magical moments-
In true loves design;
Lavender essence-
Delicate and refined;

Spreads aromas-
‘Cross the sods dales-
Purple coloured tint-
Satin-like veil;

Covers the sod-
With her springtime renewel;
The fragrance of flowers-
Gods most beloved crowned jewels…

This poem of mine can be viewed:
On: The Inner Shaman’s
Lavender Apothocary

11, Lavender Fileds by Theodora (Theo) Onken

Running free with your heartbeat –
Running away from the bad dreams –

Embraced in your sweet arms –
Come Rose dropp Kisses –
Flowing in billowing streams.

Lavender Fields of our desire –
Running with you, throughout time –
The passion-filled moments spent –
In Our: ‘Most heavenly Climb’

Never one to be sentimental –
But your romance, it took my hand –
And it led me towards:
‘True Loves Most Eternal Land’

Once, i was running on empty –
Once, running away, in sheer vain –
Now that i have you beside me –
Gone is all emptimess and pain.

Roses and Lavender breeze –
Dreams weave, their very own way –
Together, we are:
‘Forever’
Alone, in Lavender Fields, we now lay.

12, Lavender Pink by Rebecca Navarre

Skies are lavender pink. As I watch
deep in my heart Gods beauty does sink.
Interwoven in vines, in spring through
winter time. In Shadows. In Sunshine.
If we open our hearts, Gods love, we’ll
always find….

13, The Lavender Door by Susan Lacovara

What love lives behind the lavender door
My thoughts to explore
What pictures
On their living room shelves
Do they keep to themselves
Tied up in a bundle of love
As the steam from their morning coffee
Rises above
Do they look for no more
Than their love behind the Lavender door

What grows in their garden to find it
Behind the post and rail fence
In perfect alignment
Well it all looks so serene
In their backyard of emerald green
Like a picture painted Monet scene

And what about me
What about mine
Where is the love I’m hoping to find
What about me
What lies in store
Could I find a love like theirs
Behind the lavender door

What sweet songs at night
Does she sing
To echo the kindness
For the flowers he brings
And the calico cat
That they both adore
Sleeps in contentment
On their kitchen room floor
Do they wish for no more
Than their love behind the lavender door

And what about me
What about mine

I’ve so much inside
I’ve yet to define
What about me
What’s left to endure
‘Til I find love like the theirs
Behind the lavender door

What love lives behind the lavender door
With a wink from his eye
I am certain and sure
He longs for no more
Than the love behind the lavender door

Than their love…behind the lavender door

14, Lavender Days by Theodora (Theo) Onken

Lavender inspiration guides me…
Through orchards and vineyards grown
Revitalizing my inner essence
Blessing the Lavender-Blue sown;
In my minds eyes i oft’ meditate-
‘Tis Lavender Fields now or never…
Transporting me into Vales O’ Bliss
Leading me into my Lavender Forever;
O’ mighty Spirit O’ Nature…
Strengthen me with your sweet power–
Free me in your fields O’ Blue and Purple…
Shelter me in your Emerald Bower;

15, Lavender Garden by Rebecca Navarre

Walking through my lavender garden.
Time sets, and pardons. Life softens,
and unhardens. Blue cascading, rivers
flow. Flowers blossom and grow. Birds
sing love songs, whispering soft, and
low. Where dreams live, and suns set
slow. And awaken, in the nights glow.

16, Lavender Sunsets… by Rebecca Navarre

Just let yourself drift.. Out
where, time don’t exist.. Out
amidst.. Where, dreams are yet..
And underneath, lavender sunsets..

17, Lavender Scent by David Harris

There are days when we
have our mind’s eye set
on things needing to be done,
and then the lavender scent
of other dreams catapults us
into the world of distractions.
Jumping from one thing
and then on to another.
Eventually we end up in a hollow world
never getting anything done.

18, Lavender Summer Dress by Uriah Hamilton

When I see you
In your lavender summer dress
Along a sun-brilliant and rainless avenue,
It’s like a divine revelation
Of an exquisite design.

How many hours and artisanal techniques
Did it require of God to fashion
The loveliness of your eyes?

Can I enter the world
Of your luxurious perfume
And the rarified air of your breath
Or must I linger outside your gate?

This obsession with your essence
Has left me lonely in this city of broken dreams,
But I can no longer find any meaning
That is divorced from your existence.

19, Bed Of Lavender And Lilac by Uriah Hamilton

It is my extraordinary pleasure
To feel the hem
Of her blue dress
As the sunlight dances
On her soft, shoulder-length hair
In the delicate afternoon.

I have child-like eagerness
To kiss her wine-touched lips
In the magical moment of desire
When I place my hands
On her sweet and girlish hips
And I begin to slowly taste
The warmth and passion
Of her exciting perfumed skin.

I will transform myself
Into the most perfect lover
She ever undressed with
In a room full of flowers;

She will not forget
When our bodies met
On a bed of lavender and lilac.

20, Sea-Lavender by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

Lavender, sea lavender!
Pale sweet flower how full of her!
Flower discreet, with your priest’s eyes
Trained in all time’s mysteries,
Yet how chastely calmly sealed!
Flower of passions unrevealed,
Stainless eyes, but none the less
Wise in life’s most nakedness,
With its inward hours of sin,
Known to thee, and all therein;
And how soul with soul found might,
In the watches of the night,
Cherishing an unseen joy,
Man with woman, girl with boy,
Under the sky’s multitude,
Till the pulsings of their blood
Led them into ways unknown,
Flesh of flesh and bone of bone
Clasped in one, till doubt was over,
And they went forth loved and lover
Bride and groom to their new home.

See, to–day to you I come,
Flower of wisdom who know all,
To your mute confessional,
Wanting love and wanting her,
(Lavender, sea lavender!)
In a world where she is not,
Mined with plot and counterplot
Built against our happiness.
You, who know her most, can guess
What her thought is far from me,
What soft wind of memory
Fans her with a scent of pleasure,
What sweet song in what sweet measure
Trilled by birds when day was breaking
And each tremulous throat awaking
Strained to make its passion heard
Louder there than other bird,
While we listened, we too, straining
Heart to heart, and watched the waning
Moon fade slowly like a feather
In the red East, close together,
Near, how near, who now are far.
Tell me what her fancies are.
Does she love still? Does she cherish,
In the waste of days that perish
That one dawn, which cannot die?
Nay, I know it, nor will I
Doubt of love or doubt of her,
(Lavender, sea lavender!)
Since she knows and understands
That my hands still hold her hands.

21, First Lavender III by Jemverse

We’ve not been to our allotment
Covid-19’s seen to that
But Emily our daughter
has been keeping it intact
We’re seeing lots of pictures
which she takes from time to time
and I’m pleased to say as ever
that it’s looking mighty fine

But no substitute the pictures
for actually being there
and by that we’re disappointed
as the work we’d like to share
But in spite of that of course
the allotment keeps on growing
and Emily, bless her heart
continues with the sowing

So imagine my delight
when today she brought a gift
Something from our allotment
my spirits for to lift
First lavender in its glory
fragrant, wonderful, sublime
With the promise of abundance
when it’s lavender picking time

22, Lavender Bagging by Jemverse

Bagged up all my lavender
in bunches hung above me
drying out and making
all around me smell quite lovely
A bumper crop this year
has meant a lot more bags to do
which later on as little gifts
may find their way to you

It’s really a cathartic way
to spend a summer day
bagging up the lavender
I’ve grown along the way
A day I spend least once a year
each harvest to remember
Sometimes in late August
Sometimes in September

23, That Lavender Time Again IV by Jemverse

I’m going to need a bigger basket
this year I think as I
harvest all my lavender
which has grown tall and high
For this year all my bushes
a bumper crop have grown
and I have much more lavender
than I have ever known

It’s fragrance it will permeate
as it does from room to room
before a day spent bagging
which will come again quite soon
July each year arrives to see
that lavender time again
repeated as the years go by
with pleasure from the grain

24, Bumble Bees and Lavender by Jemverse

The bumble bees
love my lavender
They’re on it all the time
Drinking up the pollen
when the weather is sublime

And I’m jolly pleased
I planted them
last summer on a whim
As a bumper harvest later on
to me they now will bring

25, Fields of Lavender by Jemverse

We walked in fields of lavender
on the sixth day of July
On a summer evening
beneath a clear blue sky
Lordington near Chichester
high on Sussex hills
to watch the setting of the sun
A cure to cure all ills

A setting here for lovers
romancing with a smile
on this our anniversary
(We stayed for quite a while)
The sun sank low, the fragrance grew
as we sat and watched the scene
here amongst the lavender
my soulmate Sal and me

26, Mother Nature (1) – Lavender by Jemverse

Celebrating nature over
seven vibrant days
Her hand of wonder covered
in seven different ways

And today I start with lavender
my favourite by far
Its colour and its fragrance
to which I am particular

Epitomising summer
there’s a synergy right there
which, with sachets of its seed I can
throughout the seasons share

27, That Lavender Time Again II by Jemverse

It’s really quite strange
but this time last year
I picked all my lavender
and posted right here
On this very same day
In the mid-July sun
when the first set of flowers
were ready and done

And I used the same basket
and took the same pic
It’s just the words that have changed
to be academic
So below I’ve included
for you readers a link
to last years’ poem
to see what you think

28, First Lavender II by Jemverse

Summer brings a fragrance
which is heaven in a scent
Sweet lavender, my saving grace
my senses to augment

It’s aroma is quite gorgeous
and of it I’ll never tire
Quintessential loveliness
to cherish and admire

29, Last Lavender – Tanka by Jemverse

Yet, as winter comes
the last lavender remains
Born of the summer
it stands, poignant to remind
us of warmth now lost to chill

30, Lavender For A Smile by Jemverse

Yes, I know it looks lovely
in the sunshine out there
But, cropped now its fragrance
is filling the air
So, for double the pleasure
I have a lavender pile
Whilst outside there’s new growth
with crop two for a smile

31, Lavender Nirvana by Jemverse

Found my lavender nirvana
down near Chichester today
A field of purple flowers
gave me heaven by the way
With intoxicating fragrance
and the sound of honey bees
There were tears of joy at just the sight
As I fell down to my knees

Brushed my fingers through the flowers
Walked between the rows
A hundred-thousand bushes
of French lavender there grows
Found my lavender nirvana
in this almost perfect place
A little slice of heaven matched
by the smile upon my face

32, My Lavender by Jemverse

My lavender hides a memory
deep within its scent
One of when the days were warm
and full of good intent
It’s a fragrance steeped in whimsy
which conjures up a smile
as in these winter days I breathe
its aroma in a while

33, Lavender Gathering by Jemverse

Gathering in the lavender
with little purple flowers
Heady fragrance everywhere
and all this perfume ours

A rich abundance fills the air
Breathe in, breathe in again
In the knowledge and the surety
that long will this remain

34, First Lavender by Jemverse

First lavender cropped and in a box
on the kitchen table
Sweet and heady perfume aired
as only it is able
My lavender harvest looking good
A bumper crop this year
Exuding fragrance all around
and filling all with cheer

35, New Lavender by Jemverse

New lavender in my garden
In the space beside the pond
It is fragrant and delicious
But delicate still in frond

I am hoping that this place
Will see it settle in its bed
So that in successive summers
It will seed itself and spread

New lavender in my garden
It is my solace when in need
So fragrant when it’s growing
But also when in seed

36, Last Lavender by Jemverse

Summer’s gone from garden now
But there’s still a small trace left
Last lavender braced against the chill
But looks a tad bereft

The leaves have turned and fallen now
Just a hint of red remains
Last lavender fragrant to the last
Inspiring sweet refrains.

37, Lavender by Rose Heart

Ah Lavender, Angels descend
My heart opens up
into the essence of life

A breath: fresh, floral notes
Awakens my Soul
I am calm & centered

I wave my aromactic wand
I wave it up to the Heavens
Blissful renewal of indigo Blue

38, My Lavender by Stephanie Cynthia

My lavender is burnt and loveless;
Painful, devoured and helpless,
Weak by the side of its dying corpse;
Solitary yet at an age so young.

My lavender cries in its daydreams;
Giggles in sorrowful screams,
And faints and dies beneath fun daylight;
As though tortured and wounded by the sun.

My lavender wriggles in isolation;
Like those ragged clothes in damnation
And there’s no more death between heaven and hell–
For none is alive, nor breathes to live.

My lavender longs not to drink nor die;
But it sleeps by the hushed setting moon,
Trapped behind the tail of his lethal winds;
Blinded by too many mysteries, unseen.

My lavender peels its own skinny bones;
Its quaint lust cut and fiercely torn,
Teased by the cold trees of summertime;
Faded by the sweet whispers of time.

My lavender eats its own bloodless veins;
And its hateful friendless world,
Having laughed at anonymous walls
Marveled at unspoken poems.

My lavender drinks of its own soul;
And to love now is but to have none,
With her autumn love stolen by fate;
All her gripping sonnets are far too late.

39, Lavender by Bluebird

I remember her.*

On days like these,
she would light up
a few oriental sticks
to make our house
smell like lavender.

On days like these,
she would make some tea.
She had her own rituals,
she dried some herbs,
by the window,
and,when i think about it ,
her hair smelled like lavender.

On days like these,
she would take long showers,
and sit by the fire,
waiting her hair to dry,
and i would kiss her skin,
and touch her body,
which had a scent of lavander.

On days like these,
she would stay until dawn,
to watch the snow fall,
her soul had traces of lavander.

On days like these,
she would lay in bed,
she would talk to me for hours,
until all the pillows and sheets
had a smell of lavender.

on days like this i would
bring home many gifts for her,
but i picked only the ones which
smelled like lavender.

This year she is gone,
but the snow…
it has bittersweet smell
attached to it,
a smell that is familiar,
it smells like lavender.

40, Lavender Eyes by Warner Baxter

To be behind a slight disguise
behind those liquid lavender eyes

Long search hard to find
a special soul nothing unkind

A feeling strong a heart that’s true
but wait, I think they’re deep deep blue

I stare into a certain fate
I feel the pulse with quickened gate

Into those eyes I do fall
spirit image and magic call

I an certain this is no illusion
wonderful real no confusion

Lavender eyes forever together
sharing time with my beautiful feather

Lavender eyes no disguise
I gaze into those Lavender Eyes

41, Lavender Love by Sjr

Your lavender love
it falls to pieces
falls to pieces
everywhere you go.

Your lavender love
hits the ground
and scatters
all around
all around.

You walk in trails
of flowers blooming
in all the sounds
of harmony
a magical touch
which heals all
pain, and words
which soothe
during midnight
rains.

You come on the
breath of the winds
you leave that
same way
too.

Your lavender love
it falls to pieces
falls to pieces
every where you go.
Where it comes from
where it goes
I really don’t know.

Your lavender love
it falls to pieces
everywhere
we go.

42, Lavender Twilight by Melanie Bishop

Lavender Twilight
lavender twilight
birds seeking their rest on high
musically sighing

soft murmurs so sweet
fill the evenings late hours
quiet now at rest

heads tucked under wings
little souls now full of peace
waiting for the dawn

43, A Misty Lavender Field by Diana Thoresen

Give me a misty lavender field
Humming under golden yellow clouds at sunset
Where my fluorite veins will plant a violet flame

Deep into the ethers

Do you feel the breath of the Water Bearer
While walking in the fields alone?
Every humble yellow flower is an electrical jolt

Every heart will get baptized in lavender waters
Before we journey towards Capricorn
And our space-faring future-past

The world as you know it will soon be another pale sunset
Now find a misty lavender field, traveller
There’s safety there

Before the Bees of the Invisible*
Devour the hives of the Ages again

44, Lavender Gardens by Line Gauthier

O’er feathery clouds adrift a kite
‘Neath sway lavender gardens that invite
Embracing warm rays of spring sunlight
Pining for sweet afternoon delight
With glass of wine lovers reunite

O’er dreamlike blissfully scented sight
The moon tiptoes up the sky so sprite
Till she gains apex above in height
Whilst I close my eyes to say goodnight
I tender my love dulcet good night
Spring lavender garden dreams take flight

45, Lavender Love… by Doc Frank

Laying there lavender draped nightie,
wanting lips, willingly seductive,
whispering my name as we embraced,
kiss passionately – my heart chased,
a picture of glorious lavender grace –
I had found my rightful place.

46, Lavender by Olivia

Lavender words written on perfect lined paper
I wrote you a letter; I’ll save it for later
Lavender tongues speak colorful phrases
I wrote you a sonnet; it only took ages

Lavender words penned in purple glow’d ink
I read you a book, it did make me think
Lavender songs turned clandestine quickly
I read you a poem, you listened with me

Lavender skies turn purple at night
I looked up and saw them; the world was alight
Lavender clouds unleash torrential showers
But here in the woods we’ll hide out for hours

47, Lavender by Roger Turner

Streams of colour
In constant motion
showing shades of beauty hidden
Powered by the wind
As it caresses the river of scent
Gently, softly, lovingly
And moves through the rows
Never stopping, always moving
Following the wind
Lavender tributaries
in a Sensual scented sea of colour
Never ending.

48, Lavender by Sara

a beautiful color
a beautiful flower
a beautiful name

light and airy
peaceful and pastel
with a calming aura
and subtle hints of passion
i find lavender to be
a color to rival the rest

long and narrow
with tiny florets
a soothing fragrance
with the ability to heal
i find lavender to be
a flower to rival the rest

a beautiful girl
who i have yet to meet
a child that i will never
come to know
i find lavender to be
a name to rival the rest

49, The Lavender Fairy by Cicely Mary Barker

“Lavender’s blue, diddle diddle”—
So goes the song;
All round her bush, diddle diddle,
Butterflies throng;
(They love her well, diddle diddle,
So do the bees;)
While she herself, diddle diddle,
Sways in the breeze!

“Lavender’s blue, diddle diddle,
Lavender’s green”;
She’ll scent the clothes, diddle diddle,
Put away clean—
Clean from the wash, diddle diddle,
Hanky and sheet;
Lavender’s spikes, diddle diddle,
Make them all sweet!

50, Lavender Days by Lillian Hallberg

It was a summer of letters.

You there, me here.
The days of thinking slowly,
rolling words around
until they landed just right.

The days of ink to vellum
blotter dabbing splotches,
hand heavy with emotion
or tear drops of missing.

Sometimes our words crossed
like the wind shifting,
dropping seeds too early
for rooting or delectable feast.

They rest now on the top shelf
bundled amidst paling ribbons
dried wisps of lavender
and receding memories.

51, Lavender Apairy Of Your Honey Eyes by Robert Rorabeck

Are you in love with him,
The man you sleep with, with your flag around:
There in the pools of what joy your family has given
To you, Alma- You called him down
From Orlando, doing your good around you,
Brown body driving cars-
Gas of your toys, well I am here too,
Underneath the cattle call of airplanes and all of
Their slick venues: I have been selling fireworks
Trying to impress you- Well, take me out to
The firing squad so I can bask one last time
Underneath the saturated ecstasy- the brown and
Lavender apiary of your honey eyes.

52, What Lavender Is Left by Robert Rorabeck

I want to buy a produce market for her shadows,
And leave myself alone for awhile in its kale of make believe;
I want to surrender to the shallows, and bouquets of
Rich laments spent away,
Dashed to the fences where the broken legged horses are
All given up like an evening of wishes,
Even bled from the supermarkets and Spanish cantinas,
Like whores fed up of love, like pennies spent of presidents-
And what an easy life,
Folding down the corners to this concrete prairie, running off
Into a the statuary of basilisks where all of the used up
Grandmothers are buried
Spent off their days of care giving and kindergarten,
Moving only to take things apart- what lavender is left has fallen
From their berries,
And our worlds are rendered apart.

53, Lavender Seas by Saiom Shriver

Violet lavender
meadow seas
by Cornwall’s
blue and
whiteflecked seas

54, Lavender Eyes by Kewayne Wadley

Last night I had a dream I soared the heavens above
I met an angel pure in every sense
drenched in lavender wreaths
Last night I awoke to find her face painted against your brow
As you became the sand beneath my feet
Supporting every step into the bliss of you
Navigating a flight not seen by many
A sense of warmth dawned into the rise of your eyes
As it tiptoed closer into the eclipse of eyes now awake
Every star
an ocean that capsized into the warmth of your touch
even when we laughed
we cried
In fear this moment would soon come to end
As I laid there asleep I awoke into an accent never before seen
never before felt
A lovers endless moment
Just moments before my eyes woke to find I never left

55, Rainbow Lavender Tale by Maria Sudibyo

say you love me
don’t wait to hold me
I know you feel me
like rainbow lavender

say you stay with me
don’t leave without me
I want you need me
like rainbow lavender

say when you are sad
don’t hide your tears
say when you are mad
don’t turn your face

you say it’s not fair
but then you kiss me
you say it’s end
but then you steal again

you say don’t care
but you run back to me
my eyes cheat me
for rainbow lavender

say we have chance
don’t say everyone tells
we are drunk a fairy tale
of rainbow lavender

56, Lavender Farm Trip by Marilyn Lott

Our trip to the Lavender farm
Was nothing if not astounding
The Lavender plants were beautiful
And also the flowers surrounding

We were able to buy the products
Made from the Lavender flowers
All wrapped in pretty Lavender paper
We could have looked at them for hours

Then we strolled out to the pond
It was really beautiful and so serene
I wanted to take pictures
Of everything I’d seen

The bees were buzzin’ ‘round
Drinking the nectar so very sweet
They felt the way that we did
The farm flowers were such a treat

So come to see this special place
They might even give you a little snip
To take home with you, my friend
As you enjoy your Lavender Farm Trip!

57, In Lavender by Barry Middleton

she was in lavender
that royal color

in lavender perfume
like poetry

the silk of her dress
a flowering field

the horizon blessed
mad with wine

a lavender of desire
a blushing lilac

the color of dreams
a velvet night

violet lips adorned
in that passion

essence of stars
a perfect amethyst

she was in lavender
like poetry

58, Lavender Azalea by Marilyn Lott

It is a spring time beauty
Sitting ‘long side his friend
The red Rhododendron
Yes, it’s an annual trend.

I’m talking about my Azalea
His lavender coat so fine
The blossoms are glorious
In my garden it really shines.

59, Lavender Daisies by Marilyn Lott

My lavender Daisies finally opened
And I snapped a picture for you to see
I can pick them for a vase in the house
For they seem a bit delicate to me.

Though they really have no fragrance
Their charm really fits the bill
It is one that enhances my flower beds
It is perfect for a colorful fill.

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