Get Real

I am not a lover of plastic flowers,
Because they are not real
They have no fragrance
Which makes them lose their appeal,

I would not appreciate a bouquet,
Of plastic flowers,
I'd rather have life bloom
In my vase or flower pot
To admire for hours

Real flowers
Whose perfume, colour and form
Uplift my heart and soul
When they adorn
My table, the flowers console

My anxious mind,
And put my worries on hold
Real flowers, upright flowers
Natural, Magnificent, Beautiful, Bold
Copyright © | Year Posted 2023

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July 17, 2023 at 11:05 AM
I love flowers... and I love this poem... Well done... sweet friend. God bless your day. Ann
Wolf Avatar
July 16, 2023 at 12:22 PM
Me, too. Plastic flowers never fade, but then again they are faded to begin with!!
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July 15, 2023 at 11:07 PM
It is lovely to smell the scent of fresh flowers. They always brighten up a room. A lovely poem. Well done.
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July 15, 2023 at 9:28 PM
A truly beautiful poem Shirley! I agree re fake flowers! Debx
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