Best Flowerpots Poems

We had a garden gnome named Griselda
the bane of our small bungalow
she was nasty and mean, at times quite obscene
the worst that you ever could...

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After winning a sweepstakes, I determined to go on a lengthy trip;
And I wanted to tour the mainland, after I had disembarked the ship.

The countryside...

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My thumb’s not any shade of green
Yet on my windowsill
Are varied plants in flowerpots,
So water them, I will.

Most stay the same; they grow a bit
But...

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Wintry white weather whirling westward,
whooshing wildly when winds wrestle.
Snowflakes swirling starting snowy stacks.

Spring showers sprout saplings
some scattering so softly.
Florist fashions flowing florets
flowers form filling flowerpots.

Summer...

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Water of the sublime dusk
Slow moving, decorated in color
A idea by the sea
Moonlight shines on jasmine blossoms
Waves and wind making ripples,
crickets begin to sound

Where do...

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o civilizations
    o development and progress
    in your rapid stride,
    in your vain pride,
  ...

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For the first time ever,
a Cardinal's nest lay cleverly hidden
in a juncture of two branches
of the red rose climber
on the south wall of our garage.

Over...

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It is a morning in early spring
I see my flowerpots filled with left over growth
So ugly and demised
Peaceful and quiet ,until the surprise

Of multiple leaf...

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Winter snow make branches bow
The birds are careful as they land
Icicles and ice crystals make them glint like jewels
Dressed in these necklaces the tree looks...

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vibrant primroses
in countless arresting shades
bring back the glad smiles

sunshine symphonies
in fields, beds and flowerpots
rhapsodic summer

fragrance from a dream
dreamt in the heart of winter
under the pearl...

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In a local hardware store,
An old one – not a chain – 
I found just what I needed,
Though I thought I’d search in vain.

Some saucers...

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We wear are days on our skin
Truth seeking pilgrims in the land of the grim
So long ago the winds rustle in,
Lost cities filled with neighborhood...

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Dandelions and daffodils 
Baby's Breath and violets, mix
 
In flowerpots on window sills 
A sparrows nest built broken sticks
 
Cracked open shells, first flights from...

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In a little country village
in a cottage near a farm,
was a curious little kitten
that was knitted out of yarn.

In a rainbow’s worth of colours
from its...

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Poetry is made with
            rivers that flow through us,
            flowerpots
            and flowers that we
            adorn life ...
            With clothes
            not wearing bodies ......

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