Best Wildflowers Poems

luscious light, lingering in a world of delight- sweet serenade
perfect place, set with grace, tender thoughts embrace me 
there is magic in the air, beyond compare
fragrance of love, i am swept above 
- - oh sweet perfume, welcome me soon - -
to where the wildflowers...

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Wildflowers

Your words scream out the relative cynicism
Of an age that doesn’t believe
	In anything –
		Not God nor Goodwill
		Nor possibility:
You label me a Pollyanna,
		Mary Sunshine,
		And a fool
For believing – 
	For grasping onto every positive mystery,
	For staking claim to promises
		Made in an ancient land of promise;
But,
	Remember, my friend,
	When...

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Colored wildflowers form
In fields of grassy green
They don’t recall, the day they were born
They only love to be seen.

In fields of grassy green
They claim their place in life
They only love to be seen
Though they are, scarred by strife.

They claim their place in life
They beautify the...

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Another dozen fragrant roses, 

so vibrant  so sweet

luscious scarlet petals 

where beauty and nature meet.

Another romantic evening

a record on repeat

The same special circumstances

where roses expected to greet.

But where is the passion

that sparked the feelings in me

the variety  the unusual

the wild and carefree

 remember...

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West Texas Wildflowers
Waving in the wind
Weather-worn whispering
Whirling warnings to my window
As I water my wallflower
The weeds won’t stop growing
So I whistle the wisdom
I once welcomed
As I wish it away
Watch me wane
As it wastes me away
I’m wilting
With the willows
Weeping
Weakening in this web 
woven around me
I’ve quit...

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                                        along the roadside
  ...

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Sure I enjoy the scent of candles
Watching the flame dance upon top of the mantle
Beautiful reflections and silhouettes all aglow
Flickering flame swaying to and fro
For the fragrance I'm seeking an imposter won't do
Sorry my beloved candles when Spring and Summer come so ends our sacred...

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Aspen leaves flutter like birds
as a breeze ponders the lake's surface
and I brush away a willow leaf of cold jade.
Soon there will be a face in the moon
with its familiar brow arched
over what should be cornflowers
now residing beyond the lambent braids
of feral rye and muscled...

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Wildflowers are uncultivated vegetation.
In forests and towns growing without cultivation.

Like most they are used in home medication.
Dandelions are nutritious and can ease pain's vexation.

Fever few staves off migraine attacks while,
Low immune is boosted by berries and chamomile.

Our bloating and gas is helped by chamomile tea,
While...

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A place to see wildflowers in great
 abundance is high in the mount-
  tains in a bright green meadow
      The sky is so blue and
        the flowers colors
    ...

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High on remote cliffs,
wildflowers huddle
between 
wind scalped boulders,
heads kept down,
their roots weaved 
into crevices
where a little soil has been
won from rain wash
and wear. They grow
surrounded by a constant 
howl, just above
the clawing fingers 
and thrown up fury 
of waves.

Deep 
in their creviced home,
they snatch only...

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warm breeze

bee's knees...

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Charming patterns surround us,
          whispering in
          shadows of our lives.
Born as thoughts, painting our dreams
          with landscapes
 ...

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I've searched nearby hillocks and sand.
They've gone missing sooner than late:
no wildflowers to perk barren land,
gypsy flowers by garden gate.

Where are those tiny violets
that snuggled closely to the ground;
yellows that smiled to all they met,
iris-hued daisies always found?

Blossoms dipped in a sunset's peach
once caressed my...

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a statement in their freedom of expression
the verdant undergrowth – 
a green carpet, indispersed with yellow, white and rose flowers –
leaning away from the regimental lines of the centre lane of poplars
the tree trunks, a whimsical hue of lilac
a profound blend of renewal, early love,...

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