Work Flower Poems

Quilted yellow comforter of sunflowers
Lay across the once black meadow
People driving the highway stared
Wondering if this was a farm open to the public
It was the...

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I was an experienced interior designer, whose specialty was outer doors,
Ever opening to amber sunshine, as petals open, when vivid beams pour.

Functionality and beauty were...

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Although the rose is unadorned by dew, rain or sun… she shines still brighter when all her work is done. ~ quote by poet

If often...

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They met at the foot of the tree when the temperature was minus zero degrees, the wind was blowing, the trees were shaking, and her...

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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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You fascinate clearly
Once you're out of your hive
Flitting here, landing there
Keeping gardens alive

There's a sweetness, and yet
Nasty sting so beware
Your work all consumes 
As you...

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Beauty is in the keen eyes,
Not in the clear blue skies; 
Clouds that twirl in shape,
Or forest greens that drape;
Life is beautiful, if only we...

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Red, red roses, you flowers of immortal love
You first blossomed in God’s Garden for Eve
In my garden too, you bloom so bright
I tend you with...

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honeybees in sun
hover through hours like honey
red gold and green blooms

faceted stained fields
fragrant like fumed fantasies
flaunting like fashions

hypnotizing hum
hot high noon activities
plum hourly humdrum...

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Alas, beautiful gardening gloves, I knew you well. I remember that early March morn; I opened your package and slipped you onto my hands. At...

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I was a vivacious, aroma loving barista, laboring midnights in a coffee shop,
Offering tasty drinks to fellow night owls, while others dreamed of lollipops.

My work...

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There was a time across this land…with every flower in bloom
When the Earth was witness to their blended beauty…and inhaled their sweep perfume.
Stretching across her...

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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 was an artistic, floral designer, intoxicated by the sweet-smelling blooms,
Like magenta butterfly swarms, at a standstill, intoxicated by floral fumes.

Gold days were full of...

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Who was that beautiful girl I saw?
Her hair was like a golden waterfall,
Her eyes like stars in the night sky,
Her smile, oh her smile, it...

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