Budded Poems - Poems about Budded

... I first flowers open, seasons begin ! : bloom before doom as always Rajasthani breeze sweet and scentful fanning out to the sunset : a caress ! across the ripeness of ap......Read the rest...

...It is you: the queen of hearts dubb my last breath your own even in death in a hole the rose above my chest...my- epitome, i'd call you home enveloping my broken stature beside fallen walls and stone......Read the rest...

...Summer morning sunrise Dawn paints with pastel hues Day breaks before my eyes Pastel hues gently brushed by angels in the sky when all the world is hushed The sky has golden threads stitch......Read the rest...

...I hear serenading songs of summer swallows and ruffling feathers of roosting starlings. I catch the sweet scent of heirloom roses that have not yet budded upon the bush. All these th......Read the rest...

...My arbored vines were frozen since mid-December. The seasonal chill, no one is able to tame, but my red winter roses, planted in September, have profusely budded and their blooms are aflame. Radi......Read the rest...

...Its boughs spread like a giant umbrella, Its girth, like the span of many hands, Its foliage was lustrous green and exuberant, Its roots dispersed like the tentacles of an octopus. This tree s......Read the rest...

...True Love Cento There must be a million ways To say I love you But these words will suffice for now Take all my loves, my love, yea, take them all: If ever two were one, then surely we. If......Read the rest...

...A Song of Spring (A Sonnet in Eleven Syllables) I hear the sounds of a spring brightening dawn, As fledgeling birds from sheltering nests emerge. A lone Blackbird’s singing lifts......Read the rest...

...To slow dance into night with a new love, anticipation building all the while! To look into your darling’s eyes and see the adoration that you strongly feel reflected back, for you too are ad......Read the rest...

...The early morning walkabouts gathers in the view an ocean tide of green yellowed sprouts splashing throughout in garden cue as flower buds edge forth upon the turf and petal blossoms flutter ......Read the rest...

...I was, as you were, an egg in blossom, a blood sac flowering in an amniotic garden. I was, as you were, an embryonic bud that also budded tuberosities, buds that later became head and limbs. W......Read the rest...

...Spring's fragrances seduce honey bees that nestle inside each delicate flower. I watch their flight from daffodils to hive, while butterflies hover over milkweed, laying fragile eggs. In tandem they......Read the rest...

..."Spring awakes with the touch and breath of God." the poet's pen No morning hoarfrost covered meadows and hills, just flowers ti......Read the rest...

...I wake at the ascension of golden dawn to meditate on the morning's mystique To the sandy shoreline, I'm always drawn as the sun climbs over the mountain peak How calm the lake's wa......Read the rest...

...Monet had his garden to paint, Water lilies and a bridge so quaint So many times he swiped his brush, To capture the flowers and mistle thrush Soothing pastels and budded greens, So content,......Read the rest...