Animal Flower Poems

Cool comforts from the moon shining in Spring
diverge from coming Summer's scorching sun.
Sweet honeysuckle lifts its trumpet string
to set swift tempo for the Springtime fun.

The...

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Hey, Jack-It-Up, it's etiquette,
Yep, Stan-In-Up, a wipe-n-kit,
They don't know us too well,
Cause I truly can tell,
Still, just one bud, you've found yours yet?...

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"The forest is a sanctuary where you can grow to be you," ... by the Poet.

The passing of a torch, when Spring was announced, 
was...

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I held the hand
of a madman
hiding in Hollyhocks
blending with ogres, 
eerie in tombs, 
chasing stars through
their animal shapes; 
others, a witch 
to their ghosts, anew,...

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If this was the last ray of sun, or gossamer breeze.
The final child’s laughter, or rustle of the trees,
No more floating bubbles, or deeds to...

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On my own
my thoughts guide me
discover confidence unknown
unfold me
one petal 
at a time

sweet nectar
inside untainted
no one could control
all of me

freedom and curiosity
all blooming
sweet and earthy
scents...

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Quote By Poet: "God's pretty colors paint a pretty day for us to enjoy."

God paints butterflies
magical colors to see
dancing on flowers.

God paints all flowers
from His...

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Scurrying people
windy city wind whistling
Wet animals flee
Blue thunder, silver slick streets
Hued blooms close their perfumed rooms....

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    Ballerina barre bob, white stocking wings whir
    Mushroom plume tutu trails translucent steam
    Sticky foot...

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Being present in the moment
                    ...

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I was a skillful, amiable nursery worker, cultivating blooms in a greenhouse,
Like feverish and fragrant blooms, often grown in redbird's green treehouse.

Hours were spent sowing...

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I planted flower seeds
on my rabbit's grave
and they never came up.
But today, by the cross,
was a buttercup
and that is all I need....

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"Why so grim?", Old Tom Cat asked,
but Little Kitten turned away –
stared at the sky with wistful eyes,
withdrawn from this sweet, golden day.

"Why so gloomy?",...

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Are you the butterfly
while in my dreams
I flit after Soshi?
—Basho, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

It's not at all anxious to bloom,
the plum tree at...

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I gaze at a saffron sunset
as a tawny owl sails overhead,
while yellow sunflowers feel threat
until evening prayers are said.

The flaxen fields and amber plains
reflect the...

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