Best Flowerpot Poems

The LittLe Flowepot 


A little flower pot all alone,

Looking for a loving home.

Over the years he had grown many flowers,

Inside the window and away from...

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the princess and frog

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It's rocking an empty flowerpot perched
in a pine tree:  'RockABye Baby in the High Top,'
its contents shell shocked in this February 
of zero wind...

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Eight months ago, a white coffin was carried out
                ...

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Blooming colors in shade and sun;
Fragrant elegance, not to be outdone!
In field, garden and flowerpot,
The rose, the violet, and forget-me-not.

Proud and erect upon the stem,
All...

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DRY THOUGHTS

blue mists drag out lakes
packs of past wolves
provide evidence
pointing to
double suicide

that never gets restored 
entirely
ladders and paintpots
crawl through present
hardware

nailed to the edifice
of yesteryear
the termites
fail...

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Apologies for the opprobrious actions that have been brought             

For Thee, who descended...

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Someday when my land is more fertile 
And my gardener is ready to toil
I shall welcome you my precious flower 
And nurture you in my...

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I go to visit you and there I stand
Between me and you 
Hay, dust, dirt, and some land
A beautiful pot of flowers unmanned
I feel like...

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My Gentlemen, 
I have done all it takes.
Made fore my man, was a formless frame
Worked by a wombsman, unplaned, clear of grain
A brittle whittled acorn...

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He ran through the city,
His pursuers being distanced every step he took,
He hitched a lift to there,
His lover's cottage,
He found the key under the flowerpot,
And...

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Repent and change your ways
Wait fervently till you see brighter days
Repent and change your ways
Martin Luther King Jr. just wanted us to feel liberty and...

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The couch potato sits as he did long ago
Since video killed the radio star and
Hands that do dishes
The box in the corner
An ever morphing capitalists...

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A unique and unrehearsed lullaby 
That wind and storms amplify 
A confined and precise ballet
That illuminate in shadow-play
A sun-kissed and bright sail
That awaits a melodic...

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Flobodobba-dob? asked Bill of Ben
Dobba-flob? Ben asked Bill to repeat again
Ah!! Dobba-flobbing flobadom Bill confirmed with linguistic skill
Flobbing dobba-do dob do Ben wrote down with...

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