Best Gladioli Poems

...It's Monday
The day of the dead leaves and fresh flowers
The dry and wet hours
Like the other days
Of life and death
The desert and the lake
Thousands of the little ponds
The debris wa......

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...A flower beginning with A is easy you see, an Aster I would sow
Bluebells of every colour and size in most gardens grow

Colourful  Cornflower and Coneflower fills the scene,
Dianthus and Daisy l......

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...She surrenders her all oranges and apples
To his crimson basket of throbbing warmth
To let her caves dance in a downpour
And cloak her snowflakes in wools of love

They are like two entwined tre......

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...I avoid florists, not the people,
who generally speaking,
are polite and quite unremarkable.

I write of those floral gangsters;
the vainglorious gladioli,
eugenically forced greenhouse geraniu......

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...It was predictable
You would come
And smile

I cleaned the stable
Put a handsome
bouquet of roses
On a table
In the right hand corner
Near the window

Put some white gladioli
Wrapped with......

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...NOT  LISTENING


Choral gladioli  in formal circles,
Standing awkward beneath the pines’
Shade  -  their  pinks and purples
Gasping in the gloom for sunshine.

Immersed in a happy crowd muste......

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...I was in the garden tending gladioli
and collecting rosehips to make wine
When I glanced toward the sky
A cold shiver ran down my spine . 

Hurtling toward me 
At what seemed a thousand miles p......

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...This dress was ripe with stains
On the verge of being lost to last year
And its ambiguous grey-green shading

Last year's heart took my eyes and
Squeezed
The life out of them
Until they bled right ov......

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...I’ve labored,
I’ve sowed, and watered
Now, I wait.

The sun shall rise,
My seed shall grow.
And the heavens shall open up,
To weep.

Bathing in the sun’s rays,
And rain from last night, tri......

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...Breathtaking,
long tall stalks,
like a ladder,
tiny buds in thy thoughts,
array of colors,
pink through to yellow,
the buds one fine murky morning,
stay in mourning,
until the sun rises,
the Gladioli......

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...Gladioli wished,
Determination grew,
Taller! She thought,
Heaven in full view,
Great heights was reached,
Her colours to the sky,
Piercing with passion,
Romancing her dye,
Unstoppable in stre......

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...Within her eyes
Windows holding crystal sky
A Robin's nest of bluish peace
A handful of blue sea of Greece

Whenever storms lash and blades slash
Apples tumble in agony in warnings of d......

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...Word Quintet in E Minor

Too many tan hearses cruise down my street in 1963
Too many grieving souls cry shattered tears here.
Green throbbing lawns ruminate like grazing cows.
Red-bricked chimne......

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...All the dream lamps of the world have joined their rendezvous
In this porcelain time of the evening playing in my bloodstream
I am waiting when the river of nudity will bring about the coup
Fillin......

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...There could be a river
Flowing right to your sacred garden,
Like a 'blue blooded' princess
Coming to your world with sincere heart,
smile and open arms;
To hold you tight, and 
flow with you to......

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