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Florist Poems - Poems about Florist


Florist
she sells beauty she is a belle florist sells flowers and smiles...!...

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Categories: florist, allegory, allusion, analogy, appreciation,
Form: Light Verse
Premium Member A Florist In Nice
Roses and some violets, I'd say, Make an especially nice bouquet A florist in Nice Used some in his piece, But his customer refused to pay! FIRST PLACE WINNER written February 7, 2022 especially for "Roses and Violets Five Ways" Poetry Contest sponsored by Andrea Dietrich...

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Categories: florist, flower, humor,
Form: Limerick



Premium Member A Tree I Write Florist Inside Me-
In a kingdom full of documents a tree A forlorn virtual storage parking paper words a tree cut down for me fashion into paper ink stains on them effort extensions and point editing I can't read yet I write I can't see yet I fight open ended the pages still yet arcing Trappings of a forest breeches the...

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Categories: florist, adventure, allusion, environment, metaphor,
Form: Free verse
Florist Shops
Florist Shops Florist shops, all out of flowers. Young people chanting peace and love, not war. Last time I came home, they spit on me Everywhere I look, I see a black hurst Filling up green fields with all my brothers, My brothers in Arms, and all I can do is pray, Is pray that one day it won’t be me. This jungle...

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Categories: florist, military,
Form: Free verse
The Florist and the Poet
A florist working in her shop, snips and clips and cuts away, making a fragrant floral bouquet. A poet writing at her desk, picks and prunes her words with care, making paper bouquets with others to share....

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Categories: florist, flower, poems, poets,
Form: Rhyme



The Militant Florist
if nonchalant meant blithe unconcern the militant florist arced the bouquet through the air like some Olympian athlete with the greatest chalance the muscled biceps rotated smoothly with grace and purpose as the petaled red and blue grenade of flora with ferns hurtled toward you the florist then alone, stood erect not watching the flowers as they curved the baby-blue sky to you, but at...

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Categories: florist, hope, love, passion, peace,
Form: Free verse
At a Florist Shop
I’m standing here at a florist shop, For couples of minutes now, thinking Which of these flowers I’ll choose; Just for you, as a gift on our first year; I have no idea, which one to pick; They’re all fresh, pure and beautiful--- A labor of god’s gardener--- his pride; But, when I saw you on the other side, Of the street, with...

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Categories: florist, friendship, life, lost love,
Form: Free verse

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