Best Florists Poems

WOMEN ...

Truly amaze me ... they possess the super-human
strength to birth a child - one of the most painful
and demanding physical and emotional feats of end-
urance known to our species - yet they have the
self-confidence to be meek and tender, with the
gentle and sweet fortitude...

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The Devil wears Armani
By Steven Cooke

She was eighteen, I was thirty two
She was an unread poem,
I was yesterday’s gift.
Her heart she gave gladly,
Her beauty mine, to enjoy.
Given away in youthful sacrifice,
The Guilt was all mine.

But I take this gift,
For business is good,
And I seek many...

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T'was a beauteous morning I stood there adoring,
the florists flowers finest.
From outside I peered as a little I feared-
may come down with a pollen puffed sinus.
That's when I sighted hence truely delighted;
a blossoming rose differentiated.
Dashed in and out to purchase the sprout,
which completely captivated.
Studied it's...

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I avoid florists, not the people,
who generally speaking,
are polite and quite unremarkable.

I write of those floral gangsters;
the vainglorious gladioli,
eugenically forced greenhouse geraniums
with their large shar-pei heads.
Garish claustrophobic hosts 
pressing in.

My center inwardly trembles
when confronted with Pelargonium posses 
all the heavy menacing smells
of the over-cultivated.

Charles Darwin,...

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Walked six years, that way,
And watched this new suburb’s trend.
Near Mysore Highway,
Close to Bengaluru’s end.
Three storeys tall, stood,
This awesome tree-spread, so pretty.
Blue blossoms, good wood,
Half acre’s canopy.
‘Neath with sun-warmings,
Faded blue a carpet rose.
Of fallen, dried awnings,
Nature’s cycle, as it goes.
Hanging Traffic Lights,
Often, brushed by its...

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If I were the King of the Forest 

I,d have a laptop installed in every tree

a GPS for lionesses

 robots for cleaning messes

there'd be no need for marking territory with pee 

If I were the King of the Forest

 I,d stop this stuff of parading...

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I took a trip to the florist,
This past Christmas Eve morn.
And happened by a homeless man,
Who seemed lost, and forlorn.

He said: “Good sir, I need your help,
I don’t seek to deceive,
I need some roses for mama.
For it is Christmas Eve.”

“But they act as though I’m...

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Unsung heroes of the garden fringes
Perennial favorites for a colorful bouquet,
Purple coneflowers with yellow twinges.

Violets are sweet…, yes, they are okay,
But they are too small, coneflowers tower
Perennial favorites for a colorful bouquet.

They are imposing not unlike a sunflower
Those bright purple petals, strikingly nice,
Looking swell edging...

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his final journey
in a huge black limousine
death comes to us all

the funeral cost
he won’t have to pay the bill ...
grieving relatives!!!!!!

I know the florists
make a 'killing' out of death
no wreathes when I'm gone!

I don’t want any
floral tributes when I die
give me flowers now!

I would much...

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Bath streets have sights on show
and houses sitting by the row
there’s not a place you cannot go
our crime level's always low

packed all year round with global tourists 
city centre market stools fruit veg florists 
nothing to be weary of or fear if I’m honest
wandering this...

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When seeking a respite from the city,
I turn to nature's calm and tranquil ways.
And go to a lake that's beyond pretty,
a quiet place to stay for a few days
while I relax, soaking up the sun's rays.

The primeval pulse of nature, for me,
is felt in rugged...

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A ROSE IS a type of flower.
I'm  trying to understand.
A flower is not always a ROSE.
Although a ROSE could be a weed.
A weed is not always a ROSE.
Is a ROSE always a weed?
So then we can all conclude that a weed 
Is sometimes A...

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In the mid 80's, I took a job as a receptionist for a wholesale floral company.
Encased in a glass claustrophobic space, I answered their busy phone lines
as I gazed at the warehouse walls of greenery and the production staff scrambling to fill their daily delivery...

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He avoided florists,
those over-cultivated blooms
in their overheated shops
seemed to be a perversion of nature.

He shunned all those floral gangsters;
the vainglorious gladioli,
eugenically forced greenhouse geraniums
with their large Shar-Pei heads.
Garish claustrophobic hosts of peonies
pressing-in and crowding his mind
with a ballooning menace.
His stomach trembled when confronted
with petulant Pelargonium
or...

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In one more week, loves season will peak.
Where lovers can find what a true heart will seek.
The fragrance of February flows in the breeze.
And even some men will get down on their knees.
 
The florists and drug stores will ring up their tills.
As graveyard shifts...

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