Dahlia Poems - Poems about Dahlia

JUNE 2022 Let me be your dreamcatcher, Just as you are mine. My feathers and my beads, No longer intertwined. Let me be your moon, And you can be my star. Your sun spots and my craters Make us what we are....

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I sing a song that has never been sung before I Remember all the times we spend writing everything we felt And still the words have a hard time finding a page Words can't explain The love I feel all the times we rose above through trial and error We never failed to rise to the top To learn to say...

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Oh my enchantress dahlia, an inspiration to my muse. I remember, meticulously planting your bulbs, so you would bloom in an abundance of colours. I watched your emerald stalk blossom slowly, until your sepal gave birth to elegant petals. Dawn's fresh sun rays glowed to embellish your myriad tones, glittering with dewdrops. You flourished in shades of burgundy and ivory, scarlet with hues...

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Dreaming dahlia delicate and demure Looking sleepy in solitude, taking a rest You enhance the garden, showing your pure Out of all the flowers, I love you the best...

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rainbow butterfly ode colors aliferous possessor of eyes...

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This spring, pink dahlia blooms Burst forth in vibrant hues Their beauty is enough to consume All who stop to count on their views Petals soft akin to angel's wings With shades that dance and play A symphony of pinks that sing And brighten up the day Their centers, golden and bright A beacon for all to foresee Drawing in bees and butterflies To sip nectar...

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segmented cut toothed feather-soft weather-proof layers --- charm in luring quiz 18 November 2022...

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Dahlia dreams blooming with the scent of you; Our sweet Summer adventures I inhale, luscious moments felt too good to be true; Through my closed eyes I see every detail, passing quickly time is so very frail; The colors in the flowers fading now as they give way to Fall with a soft bow; Trapped in...

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JERUSALEM Collaboration with Dalia Shahein (Jordan). Posted here on PoetrySoup, 04/21/2017 I, First My Salem, my shalom, maybe yours as well - Be well; build a well again – we’ll all be well, or Better than before in Jerusalem of the heart Whose Jerusalem made Jesus weep? “O Jerusalem, Jerusalem, You who kill the Prophets …” Forgive me, Redirect me, as your beloved...

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You stand there! With desiring lures! Captivating, Flattering and flirting, Scented fragrances, Attracting! Drawing! Magnetism! Creating happiness, Without a word, You entice, Reflect And seduce, Temperature intensifies, Your beauty blooms, Time stands still, Capturing my heart, I’m taken! To a far distant land, Riding on clouds, Of heaven. 07/02/2017...

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starburst colors dance above stems tinted emerald a joyous dahlia ©2016 by Regina Riddle...

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She flows, flows while petals spread their vibrant blooms On April's mural , those lips dare to tease... Her contours trailing with velour costumes Wildly ablaze, to ride on spring’s trapeze. This ambrosial drift which shines ,which glows From heaven’s mold granting dahlia's trance Enchanting a whirl, my shade of yellows... Like me, she curls into a floral dance! Flower Contest:Brian Strand...

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A phantom beauty sheathed within a gown of utter darkness, Stalks the lonely avenues of Los Angeles, seeking in vengeances Revenge for her murder to bring him unto justice’s final damnation! On the corner of thirty-Ninth Street she pauses, in reverence for The mangled corpus sliced in half, and posed in displays erotic Subjective stance for the gawking voyeurs to...

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The horn section fell off mars hangin' voodoo tremelos Crazy eyed jack was there twitchin' f-stop harmonies Chandeliers flickered smoke haze rhythms of green dahlias floating above 6 minute promises Amid forever, saturn shifted; rings penetrated for eternity Rings penetrated for eternity 01/30/15 © All Rights Reserved...

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- I crossed the road in front of a red 1947 Oldsmobile. Horns honking throughout the city. She sounded young and free on the phone when she called last night. Not meaning to clip the wing mirror I step on to the sidewalk. The driver tipped his hat as if hoping I was fine but drove...

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