Best Iris Poems

Lately I have paused, pondering death
But I'm not fit for it's journey yet.

It's not that I loathe meeting death's kind
It will be, for me, an experience of a lifetime.

I've had one stupendous, lovely, awesome gift
A second chance at life I could not resist.

So tell me...

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The Dilettante Diaries: "In Stasis, Black Iris"



Oriental Lily's 
Stamen bleeds 
blush ochre dust
like icing sugar
duelling tongues
sweet captive 
musk

over stagnant 
white pure perfume
Stains soft feather fingerprints 
sweet bruises across warm velvet skin 
imprints a new story
a kiss lingers 
there just there
you know where
secret whispers begin

Again
Again

Ripe Tiger...

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Beauty in Imperfection - A collaboration with Iris Blade

I got too close to the masterpiece
And realized it was cracked
Blemishes and scars 
Memories and sorrow

I stared as the brushstrokes reflected
fault lines in reverse images
slicing and carving,
desires and dreams 

And I silently waited
For the broken frame
For the...

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Prized for perfumes and medicines,
Rainbow personified & God’s messenger,
Resting the souls of dead women,
Decorum of the graves,
Delight of the ancient artists.

Blooming on Minoan Walls,
Sculptured in stone at Karnak.
Living memories of the French revolution.
Clovis put you on his banner
And won over Germanic tribe.
Louis VII adopted you...

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Prized for perfumes and medicines,
Rainbow personified & God’s messenger,
Resting the souls of dead women,
Decorum of the graves,
Delight of the ancient artists.

Blooming on Minoan Walls,
Sculptured in stone at Karnak.
Living memories of the French revolution.
Clovis put you on his banner
And won over Germanic tribe.
Louis VII adopted you...

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Golden Iris tall and stalky and bold,
Like a spring church choir you sing your song.
And waltz gently in a morning breeze,
Just as gently, soon you leave.
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In the warmth of your gaze is where I want to be.
On a journey, endless, under the seamless sky…
Lost and adrift in your emerald iris sea.

From the cold bastille of solitude, set me free,
And tear me from the eyes that only want to pry.
In the...

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I wish I could rip the meanness from your spine,
Rinse and let drip the pain from your eyes.
In your heart there is one small door still open.
Says it's for me and I'm yours forever....

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(I)rrisistable Purple Iris
(R)umination standing tall
(I)ris watch over the yard
(S)wirling in the wind

Heidi Sands

6/10/22...

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blue is wild iris
like the skies of racy clouds
or berries that tempt

sunshine's companion
since mulberry hours of dawn
when scents greeted song

carefree is iris
like warm wind, whistling all day
lovely disarray


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"Artificial Iris"


Orwell was lurking in the background, somewhere;
the dream was eerily familiar, 
the words and their meanings, read in Syntax,
once read between pages of hardcopy in school 
were aptly ignored - 

however, 
our Overlords were seen 
not to be feared, but très cool

sleep no longer...

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“Some Other Poet, White Iris”

When I look in the mirror what do I see?
I question existential questions and fiction, 
my eyes are the eyes of another staring back at me,
perceived through the glassy tear film that separates us
glides another life in a timeless place where...

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Le Rat Noir – Translation of Iris Clayton’s « The Black Rat » by T. Wignesan

(Iris Clayton of the Wiradjuri tribe in New South Wales was born in 1945. One of nine children, six of the elder children were forcibly removed by the authorities and...

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The majestic and Angelic Iris

The majestic and Angelic Iris.
Layered in thick scales, pure as snow,
Claws curved into sharp, black knives
Piercing the ground before her.
Prowling the land
Searching for her own,
Growling a fierce roar into
Every living soul that bow before her.
The sun rises over the horizon
Pouring light...

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He came to me and gently brought,
the fairest flowers of His thought.

Joy arrived with euphoric mums,
softly as the hummingbird hums.

Purity blown from baby’s breath,
ever innocent until death.

Peace pervaded purest poppy,
tranquil bliss nothing can copy.

Happiness borne from pure lily,
butterfly wings, dainty and frilly.

Gratitude from feathered pink...

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