Bloomer Poems - Poems about Bloomer

(“Tapestry”, 2025, original encaustic) Late Bloomer It wasn’t until I was half my age That I came into my own And finally felt whole. Now at sixty six I’m not sure what you’d call The way I feel. Over the hill Ripe in a hard cider way Nobody going nowhere. But there is peace In having been there, done that And gotten over the need for more. Knowing...

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Skinny in youth thick in later days Champion for truth despite delays As a late bloomer in thought process Born to a baby boomer and so blessed Believed in God but didn’t get much church Felt so odd how the church clicks work Rather open to explore other fuchsia faiths Went to the mosque just couldn’t be great And with Buddhism she...

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I'm starting at the finish line, Head spins, blood flushes through Adrenaline bolting than sound. Am I late blooming? Dried Leaves seem young. Ecstasies dance off my guts. As I dine to the feel of butterflies While being swept off my feet My heart now leads my brain. The suspense of romance persists. Obvious mistakes embed to the core. I guess I'm losing control. Entanglement of emotions, The...

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red rose ploy seen as “bloomer,” blue mood wallflower’s strategy backfires! Date posted : 7th February 2021...

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Late bloomer in old body. To whom made me live mortality- Somehow felt I'm somebody-- Mistook defect from abnormality- I give words, with their eyes of pity-- Words in various dimension, Their Humpty Dumpty conclusion. Invisibility of words- I befriended poems-- It's hide and seek- Who sees, it's a mystique!...

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i cry at the thought of heartbreak i speed in the hopes to create a kaleidoscope alternative i crash to make the illusion last forever i die dreaming of you loving me as i cross over i become a dark artist painting light images i look for a penny, but i can't find the fuse box of my sanity suddenly, it is...

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There was a spaceman called Mork Who tried a train for New York He thought the trip too far Hopped right onto a car Upon which he came to Cork...

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She is awakened by the heavy rain when summer bids adieu. Intense excitement, eager to sustain, hits home, and right on cue from hibernation slowly finds her way to where the waiting sun extends a welcome for a blissful stay: a greeting not to shun. Autumn Narcissus – fragrance fills the air. A fleeting presence – ours a brief affair. - - -...

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Missing a glimpse of her Was just as bad as being late. My feeling flown all over the place. The punctuality of being at the exact place at the right time. Missing this glance everything falls out of place. The sudden challenge of tomorrow. Being on time, this moment left behind. Admittedly I hurried the next moment. To miss...

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Wake up! snow’s a thawing Robin’s eager, getting dressed Wake up! wind’s withdrawing You’ve now had your winter’s rest Bless us as you flourish In your colors, every hue Bless us as you nourish ...

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healthy and happy though a late bloomer walking each crutch a memoir...

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Late bloomer, Produced an abundance of fruit, Marinated for centuries, Tasted exquisite! By: sabina Nicole...

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Lazy Daisy for Brian Strand's April Footle Contest...

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