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...

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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...

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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 . ....

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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Become my air,
pursuing my scent 
  in sweet fragrant  fields,
where devouring tastes 
   of bohemian spirit,
delicately descend 
   ...

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“The earth is the Lord’s and the fullness therein, the world and they that dwell therein”
A Psalm of David…

Solitary, I stand upon these ever changing...

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All The Time


The pale dusted blue
Washes sunlight prances
Falls in its edges of heat and pristine shade
Shadows
And I need you

Couples old and young
Hand in hand 
Arm...

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I'm an enlightened 
equinox, strolling in
faded universe, 
dreaming poetry in
susurrus serenades 
of rustling 
ruby-leaves which
whisper cool 
beamish hues
to my autumnal-
quartz heart, 
when the nucleus 
of...

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Watercolor morning - once more 

Pastel clouds linger
among springtime dreams,
sweet clover thistles
blush violet whispers
midst dew drops reflecting
peach blossom hues in
effervescent rainbows
against a canvas
of periwinkle skies,
while...

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        Black boxes atop a vintage shelf
           ...

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I woke this morning
to the billowing curtains 
blowing in the breeze,
and the scent of the jasmine 
just outside my window.
This garden is sparse:
the unkempt grass,
the...

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I woke 
to the billowing curtains 
blowing in the breeze,
and the scent of jasmine 
just outside my window.

This once perfect garden now sparse:
the unkempt grass,
the...

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