Dandelion Poems - Poems about Dandelion

All that has been, out-grows itself, becomes monstrous in a mouse hole. Thoughts pinned to carnival garbs hang under night’s pitch-dark tent to chew over minds missing links. The silence of wordless clowns mimes the shrill music of bats. In a dusty room, the hammer-struck face of a wall clock is a parody of my age for it is younger than the hands that...

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A cool damp spring day Jonquils shivered Dandelions danced dizzily Swaying slowly in a chill wind Sensually strutting their stuff Unashamedly celebrating their weedness Bowing to the jeering crowd The glow of their sunshine faces Savoring freedom While dreaming of a flower vase I gave her a dandelion ...

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dandelion seeds p i r o u e t t e over puddles ~ nature's s k i ...

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Dandelion inspiration. What do you see when you look at a Dandelion? Do you see a wish or do you see a weed? Remember that anything is possible - especially when we're flexible and reconsider our perceptions and beliefs. Spread Hope. Be Hope. Blessings.. I am a Dandelion By Michelle Morris 25/03/2025 I am a Dandelion I am the Inspiration that you...

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A spectrum of colors adorned the garden of love Heavenly beauty, the rose has a timeless allure Tiny petals whispered romance in the garden A yellow flower, not from a...

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Walk with me where wildflowers grow among weeds and thistle in the meadow. We'll share memories from years gone by. Then, hold hands beneath a lavender sky, and make a wish on dandelion wings of gold. That's how they come true, so I've been told. ...

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‘Most of the dandelions had changed from suns into moons.’ – Vladimir Nabokov The humble dandelion Earth bequeaths. Oh, golden bloom which ancient lore bequeaths that fortune ‘s woven into bridal wreaths. The dandelion turns from sun to moon. A dandelion morphs from sun to moon for wishes cast so young and old may swoon. The Shepherd’s Clocks are pacing march...

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I rise from the white-wine siesta, letting go of the serpentine songs, like a crimson-winged dragonfly lost in the poppy prairies of Persephone, untangling my prisoned heart chained by the churning deceit of Hades’s immortal chains, savoring pomegranate promises, pirouetting through petrichor nirvana, as the sky smells like a saffron rose above the castle of emperors dressed in fallen flowers. Yet the diamonds sometimes are engraved with...

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My pen rights my sins I can admit my faults Time and time again Writing finds me when lost That’s the fun of it To lose myself in my pages If dark then find me lit By the enchanting words and phrases I’m embarrassed to admit Often I don’t think at all Pink pen seems to vomit And journal catches it raw You can...

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Oh look here— behold a dandelion woman the original wild flower! I go where I want to go I grow where I want to grow — don't matter if y o u say no dandelion wine summertime relax and recline — remedy just-in-time I’ll intoxicate all your senses in all your seasons rearrange your reasons breathe your breath with mine watch...

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O, September, I feel the subtle scents of dandelion days melting into oblivion, Like spring waterfalls of delirious diamonds collapsing into the abyss of memory, While sentimental sapphire memories flow among clouds of color-blind cruelty, Revealing how the butterflies from the temple of fragmented armor have left my spirit At the altar of Ares, adorned with broken wings and...

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On a silent and mellow snowy evening, When stillness embraced the world, The sky appeared ethereal and endearing, When Winter’s last flakes of snow swirled. The last piece of ember remained red, Yet warm and cozy around the hearth, Reminding me of the spring days ahead, That brings fragrance and color to the earth. Looking...

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tiny hands grasp stems blow natural parachutes, conveying wishes...

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I believe, I may have missed the boat The water’s deep, I couldn’t float Perhaps the marks I set weren’t high The tide’s in now – I’ll wave bye-bye I read Thoreau and Frost, I know Of wilderness and falling snow Of Roads Not Taken tongue in cheek Of singing trees and babbling creek With pomp and ceremony flyin’ I stopped to sniff a...

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A symphony of joy raced through the Hospital hallway Mom in a wheelchair holding her first daughter Born after 2 boys! Dad alongside grinning like he struck gold! Driving home! Just minutes from the hospital Dad Braked to a stop! He spotted a wild dandelion patch shining bright! Mom was in hysterics! Joyful as a wee lad, he gathered armfuls Of bright...

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