Best Flowers Poems

Lullabies through tear filled eyes
It's truly, love at first sight
The bond is forged and galvanized
To hold forever tight

Each time you needed a hand
She always had one free
From then on, when in demand
As soft as she needed to be

No sacrifice was too great
A patient answer to...

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Eventide’s misty winds gently oscillate
Colorful clusters of crepe-myrtle flowers
Crowning atop rows of elegant tree-trunks
Blooms lavender, pink, red, and purple
Hanging in air from tips of twigs slender 
Bowing to earth, donning green foliage
Arrayed in symmetrical flower-bouquets.

On a summer stroll, my hand you hold,
Gazing rhythms tilting back...

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Spring Flowers

Opal open clouds let raindrops freely fall
Coaxing coy blossoms of spring to bloom.
Fragrant sweet scents permeate the air.
Snow drops begin the parade as they appear.
It is believed that snow drops originated 
When an angel breathed upon a snowflake. 

The pansy’s bright *French face in...

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They had fought.

He left without a word... 
...while she was sleeping.

She threw on the gown she had worn for him the night before,
pushed off the china vase and blooms he had given her.

She watched them fall in...s l o w...m o t i o n,

listened...

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Are Flowers for Picking?

I question myself,
silently standing beside
the quaint wooden kiosk 
in the centre of the square.
My eyes scan the freshly 
picked assortment of roses, 
carnations, lilies, and orchids.
The array of colours tempts,
softening niggling doubts
arising from tender pity.

I enter the hospice, briskly
making my way to...

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I See You, Flowers In Your Raven Hair

I see you, in flowery meadow scenes
walking, your blue dress swaying in the wind
your raven hair, beautiful stuff of dreams
and promise, deepest love that never ends.

You see me, with my old pen scribbling so slow
words that poetry absorbs...

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Apple blossoms in abundance; sweet aroma in the air.
Begonias burst with brilliance. Blue bells pop up everywhere.
Cherry blossoms cheer with pink; corn flowers cluster blue.
Dandelions dance with wind; Daffodils dance too.
Easter Lily, always early, blooms exquisite white.
Forget-me-nots, fresh-picked by tots, are a Mom’s delight.
Geraniums, garden-fresh,...

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When the Flowers of Youth Fell

Winter stayed late that year
courting Spring with a fury.
Beautiful gifts of snow
and dazzling ice, he gave her.
It was during such courtship
I found myself lost -- adrift
in a place that once was ....
decades from this century.

Where mud and blood held hands
beneath...

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In a crystal vase, a flower bouquet I arrayed:
 
Iris flowers purple, yellow on its outer edge

Interlaced with a layer of tulips burgundy-red

Beholden to support of emerald green stems

And gracing the center are tall pink rose buds

Warning their sharp prickles not to interfere

With romantic dreams...

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The garden of love bids tending
                 so often it pains us to render its due
when drought offers threat
and water is scarce
        and...

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We all seem to think of flowers, only in the sun.
Did you realize at night, it is time they dance in floral fun?

After the busy insects, got their tasty food for the day,
The flowers can relax in the most unique, enchanting way.

They recall with nostalgia,...

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A broken heart 
who humbly cries 
As the flames began melting 
tears hidden under the seabed

Sizzling hot a trail 
sparkles into the night sky
love comes in colors 
that kisses burn passion

Following your starlight flooding
memories are forever made pure
Even if you are not here
I can feel...

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Flowers In Your Hair, Gold Dust On Your Trailing Gown
 ( Robert Lindley and Nicola Byrne )

Flowers in your hair, gold dust on your trailing gown
You my true sky angel, had floated right on down.
Golden sandals on your feet, toenails glowing white
All eternity shan’t see...

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 Knotted in the Dance

Our eyes in a silent promise locked, 
the way only stranger's can.
Perhaps foretelling of lover's, unfrocked,
langoured and breathless ran. 

You, I think, blushed in surprise,
though I really don't remember.
For I, like a thief rushed window pried,
saw only endless splendor.

Your face laying...

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I counted each bone in your fingers as you ran them through my hair..
your lips played a merry tune I almost knew., 
and the soft warm winds blew through us, 
in horizontal horizons too vast to comprehend. 

The flowers in the field looked on, drenched...

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