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...

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Cypress trees like evergreen steeples
rise above rows of gravestone woes,
their shadows lie side by side like railroad ties 
across writhing paths banded like snakes;
the gravel...

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In the narrow margin between life and death,
I feel as I'm walking a tightrope - but balancing.
I'm a portrayal of metaphors, 
illuminating like spring's moon,
who...

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One April day when spring was in the air,
I stepped outside so I might relish it.
I came upon a cherry tree so fair,
beneath its limbs...

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This is a very long poem and I will understand if you choose not to spend the time reading it. 
It is something I wrote...

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I am nature,
soul of a mountain,
buried under 
a billion snowflakes.

I float like butterflies,
from petal to petal.
As cinereal clouds clear,
under a glistening sunrise,
I illuminate like a...

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Pondering prophetic legacies of timeless lovers,
my heart yearned for a province lavished with perennial passion.
Searching for an enchanted perfect petal,
I wandered within the flower garden...

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A soft yellow ember,
the sun is arising
Horizons remember
the smile on your face

Meadowlarks sing
as the morning approaches
The start of a new day
in hues to embrace

Rose petal...

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He was ever gentle with her
always careful
composed
never passing the boundaries
never asking too much
a man of his culture
and bearing
didn’t move too fast

She was a flower
pristine...virginal
a flower...

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Be gone..
Do not look me in the eyes 

We were not belongers
But,Intruders 
who happened to trespass 
into each other's  lives 

We were no Romeo...

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Coffee bean scent still fills the air

with each new sunrise in our log cabin

My arms around me embrace the winds of winters gone.

Every sky-night the...

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We don’t appreciate
the sun until it r a i n s,
warmth of gentle rays
that subtly stroke
distressed skin
  when time was f r o z...

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“I know my heart will never be the same
But I'm telling myself I'll be okay”
Sara Evans

My heart no longer
beats the same,
as I’ve wiped away 
tainted...

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On pensive planes of wraith-like existence,
Are stoic shadows feigning affection;
Crimson lips of withering consistence,
Have lost their craze for craving confection.

Tear-filling prisms tilling a rueing sphere,
Pathos...

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POTD 29 Jan 2020

A balmy fragrance of cedar and lime lingers
A will o wisp floats by gathering dew
A mark on the page of another man’s...

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