Best Bougainvillea Poems

It stood on the other side of the wall rooted firmly
for the white bougainvillea tree did not belong to me
Wondered why it always branched this side
paving my walkway with blooms of white

While I patiently waited for my rose bush to flower
it nonchalantly continued its year-long...

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The bougainvillea
wears your fragrance
the scent a silent comfort
in my often quiet days

I enjoy our conversation
while the magenta
of its leaves
paints a beautiful picture
as if you were here...

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my words are like the creeping vine of a bougainvillea
they climb and intertwine
words are shadows on the wall of time- poems the flowers
bougainvillea . . . 
with thorny spikes like the struggle of life
a nestled bloom within
with a sweet petal protection
hiding the scars on my...

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A thousand dots of  bulbs flutter wildly
exploding into my summer’s  redness
to gather awed murmur upon these lips, 
my amazement tossed beyond open sills—

How I watch you glitter from a dance
as  late afternoon spreads  the outline
of  your voluptuous curves tapping 
beneath...

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Bold, bright...unmistakable 
she dresses in vivid pinks or purples
sometimes splashes of oranges or golds.
Her lavish flashes of flowers shine
and yet...
…brilliant bougainvillea has 
her dark secrets.

Devoid of fragrance 
this fanfare, flowery mistress 
hides her hidden thorns...
…to touch her is 
to become entangled
cut to the quick 
scraped...

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Sunflowers are black and yellow
You’re a damn cute fellow
Our hands intertwined on the cello
With you, I want to sing the Sh-ha-shallow

Bougainvillea are purple and pink
Let me take you out for a drink
Together our glasses will clink
Oh, you make my heart sink!...

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Aruba
Pink and orange sunsets
Surrounded by tropical 
Joy, people smiling at breakfast.

Urged by the scenery 
To fully relax 
And smell morning’s coffee

Beyond my tablet, 
I spy the delightful 
Petite snow-colored
Flowers that peek
Like faeries 
Through their
Fuchsia motherboard

Amongst
The fragrant bougainvillea
Climbing toward heaven
From whence she came
I sigh my first...

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Lovely blossoms of bougainvillea
Under a moonlight serenade 
Ostensibly I contemplate the root
Of the affinity drawing me to you
Abiding fighter and bounteous lover
Rendering your essence freely
For the love of the gift
Candid without a care
Asking for less than nothing really
A few drops of water enough for sustenance
You...

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BOUGAINVILLEA CITY

The city that enjoyed the floral name
 Is now a transformed spectre of its past
A semi-graced decline has changed its mien
Like comely lady reaching certain age
 But still today the Bougainvillea blooms

'Bougainvillea City' blossoms would abound
In graceful streets of affluence and pride
Bank halls baroque...

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No bougainvillea here,
Wind and wave-tossed shores
Know no such blossom.
What blooms next stormy seas
In western outposts far removed,
Unknown to sun-soft living ?
When silken purple drapes
The open sky, and folds of grey
And pastel blue hang mingled,
Dark-mirrored in the land below,
The daily reckoning may be heard,
Another storm from...

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There beside her in Cornish Wales,
like a fairy in pixie tales,
flew down the water's fall.
A water pall off the granite wall.
A waterfall wreathed in Bougainvillea.  

There we sat in the highland haze,
where mists surrounds us like a maze,
for our heads to swell in, 
and...

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bougainvillea
decorative thorny bush
delights with color













3-5-2016...

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Delicate, fragile 
secreted away beneath your beautiful bract
always hiding from the world
you live in a dream shared only by you
alone, lonely
but better alone then afraid
better alone then dejected 
better alone then hurt
shrouded in your cloak of royal color,
you feel invisible, protected
but I see you
I see...

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Bougainvillea

Beneath the ashen cloudless sky
the rain subsided to reveal
a plant is budding from its womb
with many colors  to behold
of orange, pink and peach or white
 the cerise petals paper thin 
they cling and climb with such embrace
the sun has risen with a blush
the bougainvillea...

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a flush of fuchsia
holds on to a memory
endows the head stone

© Harry J Horsman 2019...

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