Imagination Flower Poems

I love the end of the day,
when the sun want to climb into bed.
The moon will be rising soon,
showing off it's big bright face.

 

The...

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Quote By Poet "The faces of pretty flowers will brighten anyone's day."

Here in a lovely garden we sit,
growing very close-knit.
Our faces of pretty color,
are bigger...

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I worry that my coat will murder me.
Hanging on Banister’s Edge it’s a man lurking, dark.

I’ve seen rows of killers shadowed and waiting,
hidden in the...

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Four blossoms fall
coming to a rest
on the crest of a wave
rippling across the fathomless lake.

Three flowers flowing
sweet wind blows
the scent of fresh buns 
in the...

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By Poet "The faces of pretty flowers will brighten anyone's day."

Under the bright blue sky
Pretty flowers are blooming to catch your eye
Lifting their many colors...

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"Ethereal Lanterns Poetry Contest"

Winter has gone to sleep,
fast asleep for another year.
Spring has opened it's eyes,
for a new season.
The cold of the winter,
has turned into...

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Long 'ere legends encountered finesse amidst flairs of passionate cravings,
thereupon, be a period wherein an episode occasioned an opportunity that will be reserved forever.
An outbreak...

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Quote By Poet  "March will start Spring off with a big smile."

March is a great time of the year,
they even serve green beer.

 
March...

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Spring Time pretty flowers in my garden will start to grow,
do you see the old huge black crow.
Summer Time with lots of outdoor fun,
watch out...

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What happens to all the oranges
hanging on my neighbors' trees
would they let me have a bag of em
if I bargained or said pretty please

Why are...

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snow
no more
warmer days
birds are singing
squirrels scampering
pretty flowers blooming
kids playing and having fun
lawn mowers are humming away
looks like spring has sprung into color
spring is the very...

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Pretty gardens, peaceful grounds praying gratefully.  

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Spice tea is for me,  
hot with honey on a cold winter's day.  
Pretty pink rose cups,  
are filled to the top...

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Behind the mask made of many ears
Calla lilies earnestly listen
Their canals thirst for morning’s song
For the manic moon stared upon us
with hollow light transfixed
Behind the...

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Close up, on the smooth couth
meretricious pod, vibrantly
violating my optics violently,
even through the microscope.
Its swarthy stare is maliciously
resplendent and evoked from 
parsimony.

Nature's beauty is suicidal.
pulchritude...

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