Blossom Out Poems - Poems about Blossom Out

... There is but one to whom young or old does not apply. There is but one who remains and never changes. There is but one who had a life before birth. There is but one without beginning of days. ......Read the rest...

...the ladder is metallic a shiny gun metal blue light weight and telescopic 14ft tall or nearest the sod as high or as low as i like it i will displace myself upon it i can lean it where and......Read the rest...

...On your grave years from now, when all will wither and waste, Rotten to core, air stale in taste. A white Lily will still blossom, for my love that once tied me to you, And for the betraya......Read the rest...

...*The poet waits quietly to paint the unsaid* 6 million or more flowers to honor the dead It's such a little thing-- remembrance, with flowers a labor of love that would take many hours Hardly......Read the rest...

...In fields of endless blue, where heavens meet the earth, Sapphire blooms unfold, kissed by the morning's birth. Rose whispers weave a song on gentle breezes' wings, A tapestry of colours, wh......Read the rest...

... Remember me in shadows of the past with blinders off and heart agape recall me in the morning's dawn recast Alongside yesterdays of sweet escape beneath a burning sun as we took shape ......Read the rest...

... Sunburst sky’s spectrum the horizon’s brush smears on jade meadow wearing dew diadem new. Cradled by satin leaves buds blossom that cheers, as petals dance on the crescendo of hue. ......Read the rest...

... Beneath the quarter moon’s pale glow, Gas lamps flicker, casting shadows below. Alleys whisper secrets, haunting and deep, Lost in memories, he wanders on lonely street. In the stillness of n......Read the rest...

...I watch my verdant eyes envious as the botanicals blossom in a sandstone sunrise glow, I am a forlorn figure wandering in my fog of fears, I cannot omit my icy turbulent tears, Our short saga......Read the rest...

... If the sun married the rain - It would become a rainbow (quote by poet) This aquamarine aquarium is a prismatic prison, reflecting a reality of a pseudo persona and I've become tired from pret......Read the rest...

...I'm not a traditional poet As you may think Wole Soyinka Who writes in form and pattern I'm only a man of romantics Who love to paint words and polish lines Until it becomes flower verse The......Read the rest...

... I never thought I'd turn into a flower, supine, looking at the sky, sometimes vibrant, but so fragile - with an innocent vulnerable rainbow heart. My eyes gaze at timeless horizons, resemb......Read the rest...

...She is an evil blossom the day lilly of disorder she exhales a deadly fumigation Marion breathes in the heady elixir which wallows in her eyes those lily stalks are perhaps intercoursing a nost......Read the rest...

...O little girl, my darling, You grow too quickly. You were the golden child, The lovely Sydney Grace, Now rushing to be a woman Long before I am prepared. How can I keep you small? But grow yo......Read the rest...

... As the early summer air ripples in my meadow, I see the dance of dulcet patina on dainty petals, unfurling with the touch of the dawn’s spectrum the elegant lilies with the gleam of sapphir......Read the rest...