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Alliteration Flower Poems | Alliteration Poems About Flower

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Red rambling roses.
Pink parading  pansies
Yellow yawning ylang ylang
Scarlet shining strawberries

Gorgeous growing gardenias
Beautiful bending bracken
Lovely lilting lilies
Attractive ambling agapanthus 

Carefully crafted
Meticulously maintained
Fastidiously fashioned
Delightful daydream

Copyright © Shane Cooper | Year Posted 2015

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The Gardner

-The Tree of Life- 

Featuring: Casarah Nance
 ~~I am beautiful on the inside you will see~~
   ~But really I am scarcely a tree in the woods.~
Beauty found a tree that sits and does not utter 
Owning, up to the heavens, look at -- when ready 
Simply stop, admire, count your blessings, 
 enjoy the raven staring down at you
For this tree was not planted by a gardener, 
This tree, who needs, not to speak, draws true auspice air, 
Not like the gardener who planted a garden, 
 then got annoyed by the smallest of weeds 
This is a story, about a gardeners mockery, 
 after trying to cut down my Pecan Tree
 Hypocrite the farmer, 
 does not know the first thing when it comes to flora
Plant sources, that only grow in as weeds, (poor crops)
 a picture, not even God, sets his eyes upon

I forbid, the thirsty growers from coming, 
 when putting up or wanting to gossip and speak of my roots
Look how they lose their lower leaves,
 from over embracing each thorn 
Take heed the whispers of these filthy propagators, 
 at my windows & doorsteps, Shh, they are watching!
Peeping-Tomming, robbing from my bluebonnet bed, 
 while in a deep sleep counting sheep
Wake-up, and Click away, 
 the dandelions are gone, airborne into a fuller universe
From the hunger, I left behind, 
 since jealous eyes envied how high my beanstalk continues to rise
Smile, at the yellow wool, held out by the same green thumb gang, 
 whine when others succeed,
Scratching one another on the back, 
 as if they were the National FFA Organization
Grazers growing super fast- crowfoot grass, a bitter look, 
 found in their dead pedal path
Horticulturist, all alone, on the inside, growing bushes of lies, 
 contaminated vase, black roses
I can't endure participating in a dead stem convention, 
 when the seed-woman cries for care
Exposing an over watered garden, 
 hoarding clodhoppers grin, separating everything
The potential of plowed plants is nothing more than corrupt cactus, 
 and invasive plant species in disguise,
Proof they don't know the first thing when cultivating the perfect flowers,
A die hard moment- 
Not even the sun wants to climb up on the side of the landscape of falsehood
Sickened by the holes and yellow stains of dust and dirt, 
 broken by the Farmer and torn overalls
By daylight, the gardener lives kneeling, tending the greenhouse, of lies
By nighttime, the grower, swallows, by singing and tossing salads all night.

The Tree continues to grow,
The Gardner Cries

Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2014

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The red rose may be beautiful or grand
Sensual even LOVELY.  But still  only a
WINSOME  rose.
THEN....I strolled the garden BLUE
I saw the INDIGO ROSE 

The BLUEST I had ever seen
A TEASING picture of the 
stunning QUEEN.
The blue ROSE is EXOTIC, she feeds 
The WINSOME ROSE shame with
Professional precision on a petal plate
Of pleasing purity.

She sends the entire garden into bland oblivion.
A blue diamond glimmering in a GOLDEN heaven.
All other roses WILT of envy clamoring at her

When I set eyes upon this ROSE it so inspired me
To see what had not been seen.
The INDIGO GARDEN and all its splendor
Magnificent  presence
Pleasantly BEING. 

MAGNETIC practically hypnotizing
These are the INDIGO GARDEN guarded
Secrets I've been knowing


Copyright © VAL BROOKLYN Rogers BLK PANTHER | Year Posted 2015

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Firecracker Plant-The Sound Of Color

Millions of magnificent miniature marvels,
shoulder to shoulder, sharing your showy shrub
as rich red rumblings rise from your racy petals.
Like sounds of cymbals you slice the still air,
shimmering in your lace of chiffon, shouting to the world!
Boom! Bang!
Colors bursting in brilliant blasts of 



Copyright © James Inman | Year Posted 2015

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PRETTY BLOSSOM BUDS Plague of bees and bugs buzz then plug on pretty blossom buds Supple buds' petals suffered black and bruise from bottle break Bended bulbs bleed beads as their beauty bubbles in blink A brave boy with bucks blurt bread and butter for the buds Briefly, without bluff, brisk brute block the bad bees and bugs Bygones bent the rosy pink blossom buds beam blissfully beautiful Blue butterflies and pretty blossom buds share a merry boogie bond Now,bold and burn below sunshine bright, the bashful bees and bugs Promise never ever again to box and bug those pretty blossom buds (c) Olive Eloisa 2:26pm July 07, 2014 CONTEST NAME: Alliteration SPONSOR: Dr. Ram Mehta 4th place, to God be the greatest glory.:)

Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser | Year Posted 2014

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Magical May Meadowland

Flowers flourish flavoring the field,
wild waifs that wave and whirl and whip
beneath the wind's wanton waltzing ways.
Bucolic bees buzz blooms and sip
sweet sage, sacramental savorings.
A halcyon habitat, a happy home,
for blessing birds and bees and blossoms,
majestic, magical May meadowland, my own.

Copyright, July 6, 2014
Faye Lanham Gibson

Copyright © Faye Gibson | Year Posted 2014

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A worrying Flower's Wisdom

Whether I will wither in the warmth
Or wilt with the weather,
I worry wildly!

For I'd rather,
    Weep with wounds when wrapped into a wreath
     Get wrenched (plucked) away worthlessly!

Copyright © sima mittal | Year Posted 2013

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Sunflower sprouted happiness yet only just a weed,
   a gardens hated nemisis this beloved bad seed.
Mimicking society using others resources to feed,
   erected thick headed sunlight thief of greed...

Metaphorically speaking, this I do believe,
   a sunflowered populace thrives to deceive.
Just as a flower unable to uproot and leave,
   starving in the shadow behind this weed it grieves...

Copyright © Brian Davey | Year Posted 2016

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Fallen Flower Flame

I painted the pests of parasites onto my own petals, blossoms and buds.
Wilted and weak, I remained bleak from all the blackouts.
Nauseous from ignoring mother nature's nectar, my greens grayed and my reds rusted.
My roots writhed from the rancid rain that I consumed, while the lattice of my leaves languished.
Spinning, I was thinning since my poisoned petals plummeted like falling rain.
Birds, butterflies and bees fled from me as if I was a dying star.
As I began to catch fire from my destructive desire, my thorns turned inward tearing me like a tornado.
The shame of shallow flames showed me a song of my praying spirit.
Rasping and gasping, I briskly blotted out the booze.
Patiently, I pruned my pollution.
Now, a book of blooms where my leaves prosper as pages and my roses rise as words.


Copyright © Chantelle Anne Cooke | Year Posted 2017

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Blissfully unaware of the DANGER in the GARDEN
Flowers bloomed, blossomed and burgeoned the big way
But in vicinity of mankind, there is no leeway
Public in Park Picked, Plucked, Pulverizing Plethora of Petals.


For 4 lines - Poetry Contest by  Silent One

Copyright © Shrineetee Kar | Year Posted 2015

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The river has run dry, its dripless bed is empty, and
Crossing the flower carpet dim and dusty, parched
Penstemon and brave little brittlebush,
Expecting an inundation, stretch in a rush -  
Spreading  petals and leaves which their wetted
Wilted tapestry  of color weaves  - but they fast
Revert  to survival tactics and retract petals, in the 
Yearly drought of the Sonoran summer.



The desert of Sonora, Mexico, is one of the driest in the world, making plant life there  very uncertain.

Copyright © Sidney Beck | Year Posted 2012

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Fancy Flower

Fancy fine flower freshens fields and forests forever.

For one liner 5 Alliteration poetry contest 
Sponsored by Silent One
Second Place

Copyright © Nayda Ivette Negron | Year Posted 2015

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Violets in funereal sleep,
bonnie beneath Winter’s crust.
Breathless debutantes,
preparatory young virgins,
putting on pretty purple petals.

Virtuous violets gracefully glide
through the rich soil,
burgeoning intoxication,
the world’s first tantalizing taste
of their demure debutante smiles.

Kim Rodrigues © 2017

Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2017

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My rose flower

My rose,
We have been to, 
Customary court, 
We have been to court of appeals, 
It now for us to go and test, 
The Supreme Court. 
Justice Ben Agbata will be present that day, 
So tell me, 
How will you strike out the case.
Our purpose of going there is not to sue Rev. 
Ejike Mbaka like Chimaroke Nnamani, 
But because I idolize you thee. 
Not to see the passerby that there are not present, 
But to concubinage you. 
My kissing that day will be, 
While our, 
Rings will be thy ally’s ring. 
Bother not about the flowers, 
For you are a flower already.

Bar Elenus Ogeche will, 
Read out the case outline, 
But Hakunamatata will blow the whistle like referee, 
Bother not about the papers to be spent, 
For I am like Soludo. 
All this will I do because of thy beauty. 
Your body is as beautiful as the queen England, 
While thy lips is as sweet as honey.

1.	Beauty
2.	Importance of women
3.	The roles of the barristers
4.	Legality
5.	Equality 
6.	Peace and unity 

Copyright © poetvirginus ndubuisi | Year Posted 2017