Best Flowery Poems
Amidst a flowery meadow we walked this sunny day
Two in love a wandering to find a place to lay
We happen across an Oak tree, as old as old can be
Below it's green filled canopy, we lay in love so free
We chatted and chatted for ages amidst this greenery
Our minds knowing our eventual, to be naked and so free
We turn to face each other, leaning in we share a kiss
Our eyes know our looks, to be in desirable bliss
Lips now touch like whispers, in gentle delightful flow
Urging excites our wants, our desires in us grow
Slowly I undo her buttons revealing charms so sweet
Her body reflects my attention, in pertness rising greet
Cupped I kiss her gently, her hands run through my hair
Her torso openly naked, whilst the Oak can only stare
Sighs now resonate across this meadow of colour
She whispers words of crave, delight my wanting flower
I touch, I kiss and caress, this bloom in radiant pink
Two now become one, as we start to love in sync
Frantic kisses now shared in lusting craving require
Our orchestrated echoes confirm our wanting loving desire
Amidst a flowery meadow we walked this sunny day
Two in love a wandering to find a place to lay
Our passion and love flowed in this lovely flowery place
Below the oldest of Oak trees, lovingly we graced
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Many poets write glorious imagery using flowery words
only three people know
two of them dead
one being Coleridge
the other Shakespeare
I hate them for knowing these words,
despise their guts out that they know how to implement them correctly.
I comment, knowing my comments are crude, banal, a joke at my expense.
These poets are too gracious to call me out.
They pretend that my words are suitable.
Luckily this sooths my pain
and helps me to not feel the need
to look up all of their words which I do not know.
A kingdom with flower citizens
competing with the west with discoveries and inventions,
boasting of a time-stretching written language
and a non-stop dynamic civilization globally significant.
White is for sadness and red symbolizes happiness.
Even with its obese geography,
all of it is timed under one scale.
Its culturally molded body-defense arts
originates from ancient hunting and farming skills
Unique in its glamour and special in its glory;
from the awe of greatness of the forbidden city
to the great modernization and powerful skyline of Hong Kong.
Also the beautiful intimidation of the stone forest
and the amazing human grit exhibited in the terracotta army building
all stand tall in the flaunting of the globes bragging rights.
Popular is the amusement established in the combats of crickets.
Inhabits one of every two swine in the planet.
Creation of ghost metropolis as its exhibition of economic power.
American census can’t even beat the number of its English speakers
and yet, the pipe sucking out its mental potential
is known to be the largest in the whole world
A writer of flowery verse
Thought Shakespeare was much too terse.
Feeling that Twelfth Night
Could use a rewrite,
He made it a whole lot worse.
A paradise of nature eloquent flowers bouquets sculpted by a spiral maze:
that has yellow, orange, pink, red roses with a rich redolent scent phase
Lilies, lilacs tulips, daisies, daffodils, buttercups of bountiful blooms;
all have enchanted scents of fragrant perfumes to sniff then to choose
Love interludes does ensue with varying and vibrant exotic love cues;
red, white roses and purple azaleas and orchid bed gardens muse
Summer countryside morning-glory flowers are new to you:
wildflowers consisting of colorful shades and natural hues
Pluck pretty prime peonies, pincushions and pansies flowers;
this to deployed plentifully in a pretty precocious bridled shower
Rhododendrons, impatiens, tulips violets are lavish lush tributes:
flowers are a botany study and nature's romance "love divine institutes"
"Escribed here are the Floral flowery poetic tributes," a Floral salute!
Ladies' scents
so nice everywhere,
midst the hats.
Every style
making their unique statement,
like garden blossoms!
seduced by nectar
beckoned by fragrant beauty
hovers in delight
arrayed like precious gems
seducing with nectar
sways to acquiesce
By: Joseph May
the flowers die as i walk slowly by
wither away to coal black dust
my shimmering parasol graces their dying bulbs
as i swing to their death, round and round
my words are dried blood
staining the pages of my mind
creating the illusion that everything is fine
when the blood cracks and you can finally see
there in lies the death of me
my eyes avert themselves from the mess that i have made
my hands do not tremble as i sweep around their ashes
no thoughts or cares to the destruction i have laid
as the world around me trembles and crashes
strips of blood flow from my words
cuts and bruises from on my mind
ruining the illusion that everything is fine...
as the blood washes my mind away
you can finally see, there's no way i can stay
Flowery words portray an inflated ego, only impress the intimidated.
Meadowsweet & wiilow herb
and forget-me-nots
Blue,white,green & yellow
Wild flowers in abundance
Pastel shade my garden plot
Fragrant, flowing fields of flowers.
Faitfhful friends, fantastic festival
Fittingly fresh, free, fertile fonds
Framed fortunes,forevermore!
4/19/2023
lines cut and arranged
deflowered
deadheaded bouquet
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Flowers are the souls that are falling apart,
wilting and blooming-
Their vibrant colors expressing emptiness,
showing the gaping hole in the fields.
Stuck in the leaves expecting change,
flowers continue to die,
but give it a moment,
the wonders we'll see,
The trees are crying,
the flowers are gone,
but suddenly a vibrant purple,
with a sea of gold,
the viola blooms,
and suddenly the empty field-
Is filled by you.
David "Davy" Crockett,
wore a coonskin cap not a pretty flowery locket.
Was he the "King of the Wild Frontier"?
The bears would hide from him in fear.
In 1834, David "Davy" Crockett published an autobiography, A Narrative of the Life of David Crockett of the State of Tennessee. Many have written about him.
fairweather redbreast
a past, charming summer feeds
under the flowers
robins are calling
as the sparrows are singing
redbreast fairweather
7/3/19
written words James Edward Lee Sr.