Life Flower Poems

Season to behold
Spring has an appointment
Each flower that bloom....

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Throng beautiful bees
Speak poetry in flowers
As queen looks the field....

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In the twilight of existence, as all closes like a withered flower,
Monotony extends its tentacles over hearts, stores, and truths,
Eyes blind to reality, souls struggle...

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Each flower bloom
In each own time
Your time to shine....

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Tell me winter jasmine dear,
why did the sun disappear,
and leave me all alone, here?

I am heartbroken and cold,
as I grow sad, feeble and old,
with no...

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Rosebuds draft in scarlet, crimson, or maroon,
dreams to capture the viewer's point of view,
as its blossom's sheath their basis to its prune,
magnificent achievers rise in...

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Your hands that once felt like flowers blooming under my skin now just feel like hot embers being placed on me
Your scent once so sweet...

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Windy blue sky
Falling petals scattered
Underneath my feet....

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A man with little means but a millionaire by heart 

A man underestimated and ignored, and he never fit the part. 

A man with little...

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There's a stillness inside.

One to confide in.

To release emotions,

Setting energy in motion,

It's an oxygen explosion.

Racing around the track,

Life gets out of whack.

Take two steps back,

Inhale.

The...

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From beyond the horizon of time,
Our roots unending, choose life -
For, as in the beginning, there was light.
When even in the dark of night 
We...

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Winters are ending
And the spring is coming up
The time has come for me
To bloom fully.

Its easy to say
But hard to act
For those who just say
And...

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Choose your Path to a Life of Peace, Joy, Love and Light. You deserve Respect, Kindness and Happiness. Treat others with Compassion and Empathy but...

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White throat open to the sky—
I swallow light, spit out beauty 
Like bloody stars

Dawn splits me open. 
There is no gentleness here: 
I break Into...

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‘Most of the dandelions had changed from suns into moons.’ – Vladimir Nabokov

The humble dandelion Earth bequeaths.
Oh, golden bloom which ancient lore bequeaths
that fortune ‘s...

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