Best Dandelion Poems

You probably don't think much of me
save for the season of spring
when your lawn litters itself
with giant over-buttered popcorn

(birds that think they can sing,
supersonic sneezes?
those kinds of things)

And yet here I am,
standing out like a stamp on a letter
(a marble in a field? even better)
I...

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a cluster of dreams
waiting for a puff of wind -
the freedom to roam


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Oh look here— behold a dandelion woman
the original wild flower!
I go where I want to go
I grow where I want to grow —
don't matter if   y o u   say no

dandelion wine summertime
relax and recline —  remedy just-in-time
I’ll intoxicate all your...

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Roots and Dandelion Dreams: A Mother's Heart
- Daniel Henry Rodgers

Roots and Dandelion Dreams: A Mother's Heart
- Daniel Henry Rodgers


At dawn's first blush, 
milkweed pods, 
burst with a sigh,
A feathery shower of, 
silk sending secrets... 
on the wind's soft cry.

Yesterday they wore a crown of pink...

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-Dandelion Dream-

I stand close with a fistful of flowers
My tiny bouquet made of dandelion dreams 
They fade with one gush from the wind
I stand close with a fistful of flowers
Holding on tight to jagged leaves 
Sprinkles of sand fall over my needs
I stand close with...

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In a verdant meadow expanse,
A lone dandelion stands,
Trading golden crown
For a halo of fragile wisps.
Sun's affection now distant,
Yet in its fragile state,
An ethereal beauty emerges,
An elder amidst fleeting youth.
Holding a thousand dreams,
Awaiting the gust's embrace,
Whispered tales ready to be shared,
With an ever-changing world.
Silent beacon it...

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I saw your other flowers sprout,

so bringing charm, I put down roots.

but hating me, you yanked me out.

You fool, I'll just bring more recruits!...

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Glads and the lilies that grow very tall
Petunia and pansies...I do love them all

My favorites, however, are not really owned
Not found in the garden, but growing alone

Kissed by the sun and tossed by the breeze
Running through clover or wherever they please

Not planned, unintended, still they...

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Recollections waft
across my mind like
wisps of soft white spores - 
the vague remnants of
my memory’s threads.

Spring’s sun-gold heads
I now can‘t hold!
But glimpsing them,
I can recall. . ..

a young girl
blowing fluff
and wishing

time would
quickly 

pass.

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One Proud Yellow Dandelion

Lantanas and pears are lushly in bloom,
Baby chartreuse leaves brighten winter’s late gloom
And one proud yellow dandelion.

We wait for the redbuds – where are you?
There are dark spring clouds under the blue,
And one proud yellow dandelion.

Nandina berries like Christmas late,
Spring cold breezes...

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How easily 
the dandelions let go –
the brush of a breeze
sets the seeds free.

They float away,
leaving small scars 
on the green body
where they once anchored.

I want to learn
not to cling 
to those who must leave
when the time comes,	

to watch them drift 
towards growth,
the scars a...

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star-like seeds disperse
            adrift in the air so swift
                         left...

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I rise from the white-wine siesta,
letting go of the serpentine songs,
like a crimson-winged dragonfly
lost in the poppy prairies of Persephone,
untangling my prisoned heart
chained by the churning
deceit of Hades’s immortal chains,
savoring pomegranate promises,
pirouetting through petrichor nirvana,
as the sky smells like a saffron rose
above the castle of...

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I sent you a smile
on a dandelion seed,
gently it floated the air

Hoping its touch
would be what you need,
coming from one who did care

And as it danced
close to your heart
while you were drying a tear

Know that it meant
though we are apart,
I will forever be near

~...

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I am but a weed
In God's flower garden
Humbled to exist
Even if not as red as roses
Not as tall as sun flowers
Not as warm as marigolds
Not as thrilling as lillies

But I am wonderfully and fearfully made
I invite imagination
And like a falling star
Children pick me to
Blow blue...

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