Best Plant Poems

A bleeding heart
With a single drop
Falling from its sharpened point,

While strung on vines, 
These fragile flowers,
Waiting for the rain's anoint.

Much like valentines
Swinging in the breeze
To a tribal drum unheard.

Hearts grown in a row
With fine curves and loops
By God's design is revered.


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Plant me like a red rose in your heart
Keep me alive there never loose spark
When you speak may words deliver me
In love to trust what you are saying

Kiss my spirit with your thoughts
Transcending touch to bring lavender love
Fill me like an exotic tea kettle
And drink...

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I potted up a plant, with love, for you;
Although I fear it could turn out a weed:
I’ll have to stick a flower on with glue...

It wasn’t something that I really do,
But when I found a bird’s discarded seed,
I potted up a plant, with love, for...

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across the endless
desert pavement
six feet dance a
rapid two step

keeping the mirage
alive in mind
that there is
another side

darting and dodging
clouds that darken
and fall to earth
while passing

cracks of quakes
made evading
rush hour
rushing

not mistaking making
a b-line for grassy
trees reaching
the edenic

opposite of the other
now to stop and
gasp grasping
knowing now

an ant 
recants...

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Love is like a flower
Delicate and fragile
It needs just the right 
Ingredients to survive
Too much attention is like...
Too much water
You seem desperate
And the relationship drowns
From desperate attempts at clinginess
Too little attention is like...
Feeling dehydrated
From lack of attention (water)
You wonder if they care at all
So, you...

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Millions of magnificent miniature marvels,
shoulder to shoulder, sharing your showy shrub
as rich red rumblings rise from your racy petals.
Like sounds of cymbals you slice the still air,
shimmering in your lace of chiffon, shouting to the world!
Boom! Bang!
Colors bursting in brilliant blasts of 

silence...


08/04/15...

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Green mother,
Pregnant with tiny flowers,
Spews her fertile core
Through living tubes
Into her infant sprouts.

Green babies
Rise and grow to flaunt
That certainty she bled
Through them for
Their final separation....

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Houseplants reproach me,
and show drooping stems
and mottled leaves.
Death cannot be tolerated
Even at this level.
But then again, 
I'm far too lazy to do anything about it.
Conundrum....

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Good
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Finding happiness

Find something, anything..even a tiny seed. 

Plant it in the ground. 

You may not be any happier, but the seed will grow anyway...
 
It's a rule of this universe....

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Its filtering down.' Over the streets and open ground.' From
Clouds to fog formation, just forget about coal burnt waste inahalation.' Do not bother with I C E car emissions
This is a ( total war condition ) carried out in hidden labs
Our ecosystem is now reserved...

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Flattered... my name meaning a Princess of ancient times, 
In the state of Malawa, where temple-bells rang chimes,
Bard, Kalidasa, composed in Sanskrit an epic great
About a Princess and her story of disguise and fate. 

Agnimitra, handsome Prince, enamoured by her beauty, 
But he was not...

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On the twelve days of Christmas, West Texas gave to me
	twelve tarantulas creepin’,
		eleven javelinas diggin’,
		ten jack rabbits jumpin’,
		nine skunks a stinkin’,
		eight mantis prayin’,
		seven snakes swimmin’,
		six mountain lions,
	five sunny days,
		four mockingbirds, 
		three hoary bats,
		two horned toads,
	and a cowbird in a mesquite tree.

On the twelve days of...

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My eyes wafted toward the edge of a thicket
Where briars and sage hastened to thrive
There amid brush and bramble, a delicate face
Peeped out from the dense shrubbery and pine

Lighting my heart and reassuring my senses
That life was about to start fresh this Spring
Laughed the hesitant...

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I am a wallflower,
Tall yet not.
And despite my lush colors,
I’m stuck in one spot.
I see everything,
From arguments and friends.
I can even see
How the television ends.
I often wonder,
Why am I?
To be stuck on a wall
For them and not I.
Why am I here?
Wilting and withering away.
Shouldn’t it...

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