Dogwood Poems - Poems about Dogwood

There stands the Victorian house by the small dogwood tree I planted at the age of nineteen thinking of a colorful spring; what a subtle joy palpitating inside at a short distance, before Lassie starts barking: her hearing is sharper than mine! I stop walking with a curious reflection: who built this house by a busy highway, was it a desolate...

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There is a dogwood tree planted in our front lawn. It reveals its beauty with each glorious dawn. It was pretty when young, but lovelier with age. Majestic white flowers, like modeling on stage. You gave your body so our children could be born. I know you think you look rotund and very worn. Yet, to me you are still as...

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I was a youngster when my sight began to realize, When I viewed a tree of flowers that grew across the road. Whereas this time of beauty was forming within my eyes, Where the shapes and lines are made from the clay that memories mold. A flower on the tree branch seemed to bloom before my sight. Sacred bloom was...

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May fashions days it will unveil; and there exists one which I hail. For me, it stands out from the rest- for proof May came- it is the best. Outside my window, grows a tree that blooms each year- now fifty-three. When dogwood blossoms open wide- May bares her beauty- amplified. May 6, 2022 Contest: A Lay For A Day In May Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich ...

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Born of ignorant sod King of kings, son of God Halo crown of thorn Pivotal pinnacles adorn Crucifix dogwood tree Suffer so dire malady Forge rugged cross Convey sanctioned loss Purest blossoms white Pristine petals alight Tips in sanguine red Pierced divine bloodshed Father's grief enlisted Boughs gravely twisted Ne'er again use malice Hardwood most callous 3/14/2022...

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dogwood blooms open revealing the cross Christ bore center crown of thorns nail dents on petals edge of petals is blood-stained glorious Easter March 28, 2021...

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Down hot sunny lane came pink robin, With a beautiful song in his heart! He perched on a dogwood in my garden, A moment of rapture, soon to depart. Blooming days in my garden of delight. The afternoon dragged waiting for him; And he came singing long before night, Like a rainbow's appearance on a whim!...

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A chickadee sings in the dogwood tree, sun rays highlight edges of pink blossoms; spring awakens all life to renewal. ...

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Dogwood Full of blossoms Blushing pink against green Petals of four crowd slight branches Summer flowers reign birthright of season Grace a vase as the centerpiece Creates smiling dimples Unique beauty Dogwood ...

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HIS SHAMES THAT HE STANDS BEFORE THESE MEN WHO REPRESENT CAESAR THE TRAITOR, THE HEROTIC, A SATAN WHO SPEAK OF HIMSELF AS THE SON OF GOD. THAN CAESAR DENIES SUCH, THAT HE IS GOD AND THIS MAN IS A CHARLETON WHO MUST BE CRUCIFIED. THEY CALL HIM THE " KING OF THE JEWS" THE MESSIAH,! WHY WOULD GOD MAKE HIM OF HIS IMAGE. TO HAVE HIM A...

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sage scent of dogwood glorifying my heart strings nurturing spring time Written 3-1-2019 Contest: Spring Haiku Poetry Sponsor: Tania Kitchin...

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A splash of white rises in blossoms tall On the Dogwood trees near the stone wall They have been growing year to year Now they have bloomed with spring cheer Decorated in white surrounded by green They are shining to fill in this beautiful scene Heidi Sands 5/12/18...

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Foxgloves and dogwood, oh my! Playing in the garden, When no one else is looking Having such a great time, Foxgloves they are so sly Dogwood so excitable, Dancing together And so colourful, Filling the garden With mischief and magically Bring to life all of natures beauty, The foxgloves and dogwood, oh my! They are both amazing...

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The blood and lapis daylight sets in ether. How the mind resets brutality of winter chill with February's codicil; what gossamer a dream begets. I hear the crickets in the dark, their clicking takes up where the lark has been. The flagrant marigolds have huddled into twilight's folds, on sanguine nightfall to embark. The eastern zephyrs fall and rise with rapid movement of my eyes and echo...

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Watercolor sketch Of a dogwood flower on Your sun-kissed shoulder Sangria toned, calls my lips Regret turns sweetness bitter July 3, 2017...

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