Florets Poems - Poems about Florets

... the roses in bloom white florets on my pear tree . . . gone away in may......

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..."The buds on my pear tree will become florets this day, prettily unfurled a creamy white." by poet On leaves of green streams down the gold of a radiant April dawn, and blotted out......

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...You taste as if twilight were— lavender swirling like smoke from the earth licorice lingering with the full moon’s soft pull a sweetness both dark and divine. Your skin sparkles with starlight ......

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...O’ my dearest love, I gather the world’s rarest petals for you— Ghost Orchid fragrance lingers in the marsh’s quiet air look, love, it fades then rises in th......

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... O n c e upon a medieval arc, when the coral night was engrossed in fuchsia epitaphs of fireflies, your fingers, embalmed in the fangs of february moon, shredded the love ~ ......

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...Amid the recent snowfall, is a sunny, yellow cascade; For, jasmine blooms are now plunging, in cold shade. Stark trees are forever shivering, though much alive; Dreaming of the purple bird......

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... I'm little Arianna living in a fantasy land with angelic wings as antenna . On soft florets sitting grand. Charming butterfly to astound. Me as nice floral Regina. ......

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... Enchanted meadow With a sunflower glow, It's a dragonfly's delight. He's so pleased to meet A princess sweet, There on the florets, before her flight ......

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... Dear me, I breathe you in the pulse of erased promises ~ I'm a shadow in your space and not any voice which can be heard above restless mists, so, when the crystals of change mo......

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... "You can never kill a poet, their words are engraved for eternity." Silent One To the one who personifies my poetic heartbeats, every time you abandon me, silence is my nemesis. I'm l......

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... When the sun hangs low by scarlet-threaded silk, you'll find my soul waltzing in the womb of woodland like a viking warrior, where I'm rooted ~ beyond decaying diamonds, as life unfo......

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... Sometimes, reflections from my mirror, recall when I slumbered at nature's nadir, as naysayers whispered in whiskey breaths. Bewildered, I wandered in the wilderness, until the mercy of verse r......

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...A pale green, hairy, rough, strong stalk Holds her up high every morn to sun her, She, a brown dial of Fibonacci florets with Decorated rays of pleasant yellow petals, the Soil beneath works hard......

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... Three coins tossed at once; each coin is given a value of 2 or 3, depending upon whether it is tails or heads, respectively. Six such tosses make the hexagram. Some fortune-tellers use an......

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... In sepia foliage's of falsified fantasies, cursed by haunting hornets stinging with honeyed painted lies, her mind was like a matriarch of metaphors. An inflorescent seed buried in darkness,......

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