Best Geraniums Poems

She used second-hand water.
Water which had first been used to scrub vegetables, or rinse the dishes.
And poured it over her red geraniums with loving hands
Waste...

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The amethyst paeans of hyacinth
crest with a gust of butterflies
on the scent of orange blossoms
cascading to earth like snow flakes.
Blood-red geraniums blazon Spring's birth
not with...

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Look closely,  feel the harmless heat 
enveloping black-diamond 
         petals in the glistening
   ...

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Violet, a lovely lady, kin to Purple, can be a contradiction.
Between her fellows Red and Blue (yet more inclined to Blue),
she lies with a calm...

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Our dinner, boiled to death root vegetables, we swallow in silence as night closes-in on the school. The co-opted Buddhist monastery housing us empties its...

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I see three doors before me.
The one to the left is blue, a beautiful lupis blue
with ornate lacework in its center.
Parisian-esque, it looks likes an...

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Ajuga, will be a must, a blue beauty that blows in the wind.
Bellflowers, charming and faithful and lovely, of course I must have
Candy Tufts from...

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, 
riddles N' rainbows paintbrush the day
summer's heaviness invades
rain circumvents geraniums 
ant's N' azaleas dance through sidewalks 
where tiny green grass creep 'neath weeds 
to...

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Larkspur blooming in the garden,
With violets in the dell;
Ask to beg some pardon,
Because their petals fell.

Roses climbing on the wall,
Reach up to find the light;
While...

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Flowers of the Spring



Apple Blossom petals cascade in the wind
 Blue Stars light the path for Spring's friends
  Cosmos intoxicating euphoric scent
  ...

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(ALLITERATION)
Cows milked: mitigated mooing in the meadows then
Weaving on the warp, some workaholic women

Harvest of hapless halibuts on hooks
Bookish book-worms buried in books

A palomino and...

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The young men sat, planted under the overhang
like the pansies and geraniums that surrounded them in boxes,
as the rain pelted the terra-cotta terrace.

The mountain air...

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  I wake to cloud drifting skies-   quiet and cool,
        except for the sound of...

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I smell no Jasmines, Daisies or Geraniums this Summer

Nor my soul desires an ancient amphora

Crimson riddles my skin

My mind is an Amethyst.

An Amaranth a fixed...

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May is my happy month, for she is my birth month 
Some people treat themselves with a birthday.
I made the decision to celebrate my birth...

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