Best Campanula Poems

A-Z Latin and Common names of plants.

A is for Acanthus Mollis the Latin name but this does teach us
B is for the common name we know it as bears Breaches.

C is for Campanula some are short and some of them tower
D is for the common...

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Larkspur blooming in the garden,
With violets in the dell;
Ask to beg some pardon,
Because their petals fell.

Roses climbing on the wall,
Reach up to find the light;
While lilies standing oh so tall,
Have throats that sing delight.

Columbine is reaching up,
Her colours sigh in vain;
And campanula lifts her cup,
To...

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I am standing in my garden amongst the beautiful flowers,
when a kaleidoscope of butterflies comes silently drifting.

Past my lovely primrose rockery, so bright and brilliant,
they find a purple cornflower by the fence just blooming.

All the colorful butterflies stop to kiss painted daisy,
then glide to the...

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As I stand in my garden amongst my flowers,
a parade of butterflies comes a drifting,
past my lovely brilliant Primrose rock garden,
and kiss my purple Cone flowers, blooming.

They all kissed my rainbow painted Daisies,
drifting over to my bleeding hearts, drooping,
settling on the white Campanula trumpets,
kissing...

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Along the walkway somewhere lilacs scent
And visions of grandeur waft betwixt my head
A “Hmm” after each new-ward notion, then
Like thistles, keep slipping through the cracks of zen 

Why Campanula ringing out 
Disturbed by the sounds unrenounced 
Then I stop again, in an “ah ha!” revelation
Followed...

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Mr. August, the mature man with shining golden hair the color of a ripe cornfield,
He is slightly graying at the temples but his eyes are clear pools of deepest blue,
There are hard lines in his face, they are deep, he's strong it's part of who...

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August is mature with shining brown hair the colour of a ripe cornfield
Greying at the temples and his fringe he has clear eyes of deepest blue,
Deep smiling lines of crow’s feet on the sides of his rugged brown face,
He looks all around a strong tall...

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Mr. August, the mature man with shining golden hair the color of a ripe cornfield,
He is slightly graying at the temples but his eyes are clear pools of deepest blue,
There are hard lines in his face, they are deep, he's strong it's part of who...

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