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 know!

Her garden mate, Gregor, had feared her
but one day he mustered the nerve
with all of our backing, to send the...

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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 was quite beautiful, and had myriad charming towns,
Some with the most vibrant nightlife, after reddened sun went down!

I was having...

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Black onyx night, of the pearlescent moon,
diamond dew kissed, musk rose red.
Deep purple and white passion!
Phantoms dance in lilac dreams;
around the corner of blooms,
with memories of sunshine.
Comparing lovely costumes,
in fields, beds and flowerpots,
just steps away from moonlight.
A polka dot rainbow flared.


The names of the poems...

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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 really do not thrive,
Although I’m happy just to know
They somehow stay alive.

And yet my orchid plant (a gift)
Has flowered several...

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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 sunshine sets
sending sunrays sideways shimmering so sparkly.
Pool parties prove popular pastime plan.

Fall foliage falling fiercely
Floating, flipping, flopping… fell!
Autumn afternoon adventure
accumulating...

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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 streams flow? 
Poise in an old oil lamp
Fantasies filled with fireflies
Romance in an old wine glass
Bonfire on the shoreline blazes

Olive...

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o civilizations
    o development and progress
    in your rapid stride,
    in your vain pride,
     to vanquish  the nature ,
     u have robbed from man 
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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 the years, we'd watched with pleasure
as House Finches, Eastern Phoebe,
Bluebirds, and Wrens nested in flowerpots,
birdhouses, spruce trees, and on porch...

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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 blowers
From every corner of the neighborhood 
It was as though they called each other out 
Funny one man starts his...

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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 grand.

The branch of hope is Spring
Tiny buds hold up their heads
Birds are dancing on the branch of love
Pairs fly off...

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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 moon

teeming colors mass
for a doomed beauty contest
baffling all judges...

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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 friends

We wake up to a day we try and defend
Useless wars we wage to the end
Betting on stars to the...

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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 for my flowerpots
So water wouldn’t drip.
I’d recently transplanted
And I had to re-equip.

Imagine my surprise, though;
On these saucers, what’d I see?
A...

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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 chicks 
Testing their wings and flying skills

One day they'll learn to make their fix 
A nest for chicks, up in...

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My brother, John, was older than me; and I had ever looked up to him,
As a golden sun seems always with you, but comes and goes at whim.

My brother, John, taught me to roller skate, and how to fly a green kite.
We rode bikes and...

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