Best Blooms Poems

The single white rose captured the old gardener's attention,
He lovingly cared for it, like it was his own grand-daughter,
The roses were just like family and friends in his eyes,
He gave them bright sunshine, and plenty of fresh water.

He had always planted roses in reds, yellows,...

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While traveling ‘cross such harsh terrain 
     left parched and barren from the sun 
   and weeks without a cooling rain,
       I saw a sight that left a stun
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Coffee bean scent still fills the air

with each new sunrise in our log cabin

My arms around me embrace the winds of winters gone.

Every sky-night the glass-pane  glows in silent mist

Lunar limbs stream through bedroom blinds

reflecting shadows on empty sheets.

Star clusters shine'bove velvet shores

sand-wish away...

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Beloved Blooms

I awoke to a garden of flowers, 
A bouquet of words that blooms from within.
Expressions conceived, grown by spring showers,
A dream or a quest that yearns to begin.
As warm sunlight opens petals, I find
Words from a sonnet lead to desire.
Enchanted romance enlightens the mind
Growing...

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Hope blooms
in April when
amethyst flowerets
appear like magic on my trees.
I hear chirping and catch a glimpse of birds
gathering small sticks for new nests.
Delight perfumes the night.
I thank God when
hope blooms!

January 18, 2023
M.L. Kiser's Pen A Rictameter, Hopes Of Springs Return Poetry Contest
Now entered in Brian...

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She is the flower in the garden of dreams
 Awaiting her butterfly on the summer breeze
 A sip of nectar where her beauty beams
 Kissing her petals with seductive tease

 Awaiting her butterfly on the summer breeze
 Fluttering to the rhythm of her heartbeat
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In my past existence,
circumstance sowed my roots
deep into woods of foreign soil,
slowly I ascended spreading my wings,
yearning to be evergreen,
blossoming in summer with glossy verdant leaves -
I became the soul of the earth.

Yet, I never belonged,
among a promenade of silver skinned pines,
who mocked my rough...

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Gathering a plethora,
of abandoned blossoms high and low,
a covered basket and pockets full.
Light footsteps through shady trees
releasing dainty blooms for me,
nature’s soulful aliment like a
rainbow placed strategically
for a little girl's innocent eyes.
Blooms falling into my hands
on a wooded path for one,
then scattering to the wind,...

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new lovers - glowing - 
explore each other's bodies

      incandescence blooms

              the moon peeks down through branches
          ...

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In the sunny September morning
He went to find the most beautiful roses
For the girl, he loved the most.

He didn't realize that it was fall
Getting beautiful flowers wasn't possible at all
Still, he tried very hard 

And then with disappointment, he plucked
A bunch of half dried roses...

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Coffee bean scent still fills the air

with each new sunrise in our log cabin

My arms around me,embrace the winds of winter gone

Every sky-night windowpanes glow in silent mist

Lunar limbs stream through bedroom blinds

reflecting shadows on empty sheets

Star clusters shine above velvet shores

Sand-wish away from my...

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Ruby, canary, 
white, and purple heads waking
tulips in my yard.

Yawn and stretch petals
to salute the sun, smiling
full blossomed beauties.


Written: 3-2-19

For: "Spring Haiku Poetry Contest"
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin...

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She has closed her eyes to the rain
    But flowers bloom out of her pain
 Her beauty framed in black and white
    Needs no color to delight
 Through the mist she softly weeps 
   And teardrop dreams...

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Written: January 23, 2024
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Their melodious humming drifts
through the fragrant night air
carrying a sense of tranquility
In this enchanting universe
where dreams come true
A delicate whisper
of silver breeze captivated softly.

Trees are lavishly graced
with azure...

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Reflections of God
I feel God’s presence when walking o'er hills
In nodding heads of golden daffodils
In fields of green and crystal waterfalls
In trees standing proud, statuesque and tall.

I hear God in vibrant sounds of the woods
In murmurs of the breeze and babbling brooks
I find Him in...

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