Best Budding Poems

“and the birds twitter like whispering violins”
Quote by – Constance La France

Whiffs of fragrant breeze propagate tranquility
Kissing delicate roses, blushing amber beauty,
Rustling leaves of willows,...

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In the silent breathing of night,
treading through 
the darkness and the hush
(A heavy band of slave)
like black ants snaking
through the forlorn distance.
Grieving with tears
Of yesterdays...

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In Soft Glowing Mistress Flame Of The Beauty's Breath 
- a collaboration with Susan Ashley

In soft glowing mistress flame of thy beauty's breath
your heart swears...

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O season of amber tulips, of yellow daffodils,
Of grinning verdant prairies, of cheery hills, 
Of giggling, burbling streams rushing to seas,
Of fragrant breeze rustling passions...

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I was a successful, scientific explorer, traveling to the remote, distant lands,
Bettering noble lives of many, like budding, green spring which understands.

And every day held...

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If no longer could I inscribe, upon tapestries of rosy skies,
Dreams tinted violet, blossomed in themes amethystine,
And no longer could I weave-in the dreamscapes of...

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Things that seemed poetic were always sad,
though I yearned for sparkle
and my dad's guffaw, which never came.
Familiar things were always drear --
repeated motions in the...

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YOU ARE GOD and I HAVE TO BELIEVE


My dear Father God above the heavens high
ever loving and ever faithful in loving me
even though, I am...

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Enamored, I sit, in mystique of space and time
Glancing at intricacies of ebullience sublime
Contemplating mystery of universe all alone
Through echoes of destiny, heard and known,
Where...

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It was late in gorgeous springtime, and I was teaching my class,
A lesson in African history, and the events of time's hourglass.

My fourth graders were...

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In a crystal vase, a flower bouquet I arrayed:
 
Iris flowers purple, yellow on its outer edge

Interlaced with a layer of tulips burgundy-red

Beholden to support...

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Life once was a journey through springs
And vistas of autumns in colors bold,
In splendor of morn rising on arc
And motifs on horizon sprinkled in gold;

But...

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The vision calls me once again against this restless night
in brilliant strata gems, in timeless dreams of light.
I close my ancient eyes, and there, so...

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Ascending dawn scintillates in golden sunrise
Enriching ambience of grinning crimson skies
As gentle winds propagate splendorous themes
Of budding prairies, of avid burbling streams,
Of fragrant revelry swaying...

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Come, walk in the spring's budding forest with me, 
Enraptured by musical sounds of the wild, 
Where life dwells unhindered and gracefully free. 

For children...

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