Best Wildflower Poems

Wildflowers color the day
                                      it is both true...

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                        ~ experience the life cycle - through hope,
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Winter Wildflower

A billion snowflakes do collect upon a wasteland of neglect
The sky frigid no sun to reflect appears a dot lonely specked
A tear does fall melting snow as the speck staggers to grow
A wildflower starts to sough as the winter winds seek to blow
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Amidst frozen...

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sun’s heat sunders sand
clustered lanced leaves green hug
widow’s tears collapse

Widow’s Tears is the common name for Commelina erecta var. angustifolia, they bloom on 
Texas beaches in sand or clay, and have the characteristic of flowering early in the morning 
and fading by noon. The bloom...

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Passionate nostalgia of our last embrace,
            
          the way we fervently shaped to each other -
     
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I saw it today, the first wildflower of the season,
It filled my heart with unending joy,
Finally after the barren winter, Life;
Life in the form of a vibrant Wildflower,
Yellow in color with petals seeking the sun,
Feeling it’s warmth after the long cold winter;
I saw in it...

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A wildflower grows on the cobblestoned streets of this dingy town,
Among the dirt and debris left behind by the seasons.
A misplaced beauty working her way up among the cracks between
the rocks of this place she calls home.


About her, the hustle and bustle of life worms...

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It could have been you
       Hiding behind the post
           Stretching out your arms
               Your tiny...

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Butterfly kisses on nape of neck
Make me feel warm soft blessed
Because you are my yellow happiness
My love like a dove that has flown the nest

Runaway love so red and free
The kind of passion like a fruit so sweet
For the old fashioned or newer generation
Love from...

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oh tell me what's this ruse, my little friend?
    proud petals spread and reaching for the sun
        did you not think that you should be undone
  by all the winter white the heavens send?

I...

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A walk through the meadow seems in order
The sun is peaking through some wispy cloud,
Coreopsis is in full bloom along the border
While verbena and cosmos are standing proud.

I make my way through the overgrown path
Pushing aside the wild carrot and floss flower,
Knowing I’ll have beggar’s...

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Quite by chance
I saw a single, small, white wildflower
amid a crush of grass and weeds 
along the roadside, its presence crowded out 
by seed heads and space hungry leaves 
of species honed for survival.

This wildflower occupied an area
no larger than my little finger 
and even...

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What if I,
came rolling through your pasture

Touched your hair,
like summer whispers on the breeze

You are all,
of every wildflower

As you take your bloom,
beneath the cedar trees

What if life,
were singing through your petals

As you bend your stem,
to reach your song to me

I will always
look for greener pastures

And...

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Glossy, heart-shaped leaves of galax
ringed ‘round the lingering lilacs
that played across the garden gate,
bent now – bowed from foliage’ weight.

Wild roses replace Venus et fleur
having a sweet natural alure.
Chicory and Madonna lily
grow here and there, and willy-nilly.

Bachelor buttons and blue bonnets
clothe the field with unsung...

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Can you recall seeing me on a country walk,
        winding my tendrils tenderly on a rusty fence;
tendrils and spikes are my leaves with blooms of purple,
            I...

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