Best Petal Poems

Pink and perfect mystery 
to which I ply my finger, 
she ripens so exquisitely
the longer that I linger

and fluff the modest blossom
with my gentle loving hand,
teasing, ever pleasing
so that now I understand

how beautiful the flower
that yields without duress,
blooming now so fully
in the warmth of my...

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The thorn asked the scarlet petal,

"Why is it gardeners admire your beauty
and are intoxicated by your fragrance,
yet they fear a prick from me?"

The petal replied,

"because you are a harsh reminder
that behind everything beautiful
there is pain."...

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My heart resembles the fragility of a petal.
Blossoming behind metaphors within poetry.
The beauty is in the grandeur of their silence.

I portray my words for you to study my silence,
but you seem blind to how I'm wilting like a petal.
You always seem to believe it's the...

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a tender petal
dreams of becoming flower
before a hailstorm...

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Pink and perfect mystery 
to which I ply my finger, 
she ripens so exquisitely
the longer that I linger

and fluff the modest blossom
with my gentle loving hand,
teasing, ever pleasing
so that now I understand

how beautiful the flower
that yields without duress,
blooming now so fully
in the warmth of my...

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Walking barefooted
along the shoreline,
in one purple sunset;
The tepid seawater
like summer kisses
on my weary feet.

I sighed...
As I took the scarlet hyacinth 
attached to my rosy ears
and began to pluck each petal
One by one...

He loves me, 
He loves me not; 
He loves me...

The last one...
I couldn't pluck,...

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She whispers, “He loves me; he loves me not,”
as she plucks the dewy petals off a daisy.
She thinks of the misery that loving him has brought.
Oh, but his sweet kisses. They melt her and make her crazy!

As she plucks the dewy petals off a daisy,
she...

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I wonder, do daises tell? 
Among us, who hasn't tried 
More than once petals to expel? 

Watch whispers of white-hearted hope 
From within this circled chain; 
Petaled path on which we grope. 

Numbers hold this uncertain 
Mystery until they're plucked 
One by one.  Life...

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Another petal falls, a barren Rose
     As nature reclaims her beauty
Another one to sweet repose
     The universe in fated duty

A Robin sings a farewell verse
     She leaves this world, her passage drawn
With arms...

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Last week I cut a bouquet of flowers
from my garden and now they’re withering.
It fills me with melancholy memories
about a time when my love was new
and gently flowed within my heart.

Time between bud to bloom and death
of the once velvet petals has come too soon.
I've...

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The petal of a rose once fell 
then drifted slowly through the trees.
Upon the wind it tumbled long
until it drifted up to me.

At first I saw no value there, 
in just one petal all alone.
But then I stooped and picked it up,
and found that it...

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a oxeye daisy
                              you don't love me - you love me
     ...

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barely pink blossoms
Vincent’s funeral blanket
lay atop his grave

Kathryn McLoughlin Collins 
July 26, 2012...

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The petal has floated into a new vast world
The wind of harmony uplifts the petal
The petal is drifting with serendipity 
The petal is in love

Bliss is all I see, floating on winds that freed me
Dancing with others in a swooning flurry
How long will nirvana last...

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Flourishing life lives
Colorful and creative
Burned away and lost...

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