Dragonfly poems

More dragonfly poems:

throbbing dragonfly

Would you move me gentle, smooth?

Row us down the river past the lush-rush grassy banks

down the serpentine jewel, a floor of green that sparkles emerald in the sun.

Just we in the summer-thick in a polished, wooden rowboat.

I would lie, summer flat, finger skimming cool surface -

the only ripple in this calm besides the ringed,

concentric circles of your steady, dripping oars

as you row us nowhere and somewhere

Would you lead me to where the willow weeps to the water,

her long, fine, ready arms, stretching, yearning.

Could we dock our boat by her bank, reed hidden?

Climb to the grass; rest by the hayrick in the linden sun.

Here where I lay my goods between us

Where I share of my basket – honey, pears, wine.

Where my ribbon comes undone and is lost to the hay,

Where your breath holds all the tastes of summer and of wine.

I taste you when we kiss.

It is here that the dragonfly throbs.

Sadi Ranson-Polizzotti




Dragonfly, Dragonfly

Dragonfly, dragonfly,
Please don't pass me by
Wait with me a little while
Whilst I look, wonder and smile

You, my poetic inspiration
Maybe even for Da Vinci's invention
Did you teach the planes to fly?
You lovely, lovely dragonfly.

I can see you poised and still
On the leaf, and thus until
Blazes the kind summer sun
Until coldest winter has begun.

Branch,pond, flower and breeze,
Wait a while with me now please;
We shared the silence, but now
You've flown onto another bough
Rani Turton

DAY OF THE DRAGONFLY DANCE – A Double Cinquain
Observe
The Dragonfly’s
Dignified wing ripple,
His orchestrated manoeuvre
And float.

Harmless
Quadri-winged bug
Stares while still hovering,
Such a peculiar sight is this
Creature!
By Ros Shrapnel


Pond Surface
Haiku

gossamer on wind
wings flit taking unseen paths
dragonfly flies by

Taomaster Frank


The Dragon-fly by Alfred Lord Tennyson
Today I saw the dragon-fly
Come from the wells where he did lie.
An inner impulse rent the veil
Of his old husk: from head to tail
Came out clear plates of sapphire mail.
He dried his wings: like gauze they grew;
Thro' crofts and pastures wet with dew
A living flash of light he flew.

In its eyes are mirrored
far-off-mountains
Dragonfly!




The Dragonfly
a poem by Patricia Cummings

I saw a dragonfly
upon the wing,
while autumn threatened
cold to bring.

I pondered the fate
of this lovely thing,
a gift of creation
that made my heart sing.

As seasons come
and seasons go
There is but only
one truth to know.

Take each day
passing slow.
This way, again,
we shall not go.