Flowerbeds Poems - Poems about Flowerbeds

... Solid gray skies Over daylilies trying to bloom Several different species so colorful Open only a day, live life to the fullest What have I done with my nearly 29,151 d......

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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 ridges of the living room radiator, ready......

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...Can blackwater lilies sing forth sonnets of daylight and unsung those cacophonous notes of omen, which rhymed with sombre elixir of spruce rivulets and veiled your crimson tou......

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...The Rain When the spring bursts into bloom again I come along in showers of rain Watch as I dance upon flowerbeds Aiding plants to raise their pretty heads. Li......

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...Nightingale sings to herald spring, I watch nervous fledglings take to wing. Children build sandcastles that reach the sky, parents sunbathe on the beach - summer holiday fun! T......

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...Summer sallies in blazing hot Gentle in approach it is not Chilly Spring winds soon forgot Scorching sun off cooling soil steams Warming all the rivers and streams Melting core of soft snow dr......

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...Bare of snow and ice we were In the winter’s dwindling days And we marked upon the calendar The season’s changing phase Eager things poked up their heads To test the springtime air Some colou......

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...Grandma’s aches affected her sleep; She often made the help weep. But at least she was regal - Until pot was made legal. She ditched Big Pharma And moved to California Now she takes pot For ......

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...Raindrops splash like burgers spitting grease on grills furtive relief from simmering heat from the daily twirl of white dust Clouds part in snippets, rain ba......

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... An unceasing explorer of the woods of birch and maple until this moment, I wish to weave my dreams of soothing repose in this moment. Every day has painted a tangled image since echoin......

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...Blue cornflowers quickly accrue; accrue under clear skies of blue. May is a time for fun and play; play is synonymous with May. Reds and whites adorn flowerbeds; flowerbeds filled with w......

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...Winter's arrival signals my departure hidden by soft snow in the ground When Spring returns, I emerge from hard mud on sidewalks and in plush flowerbeds I'd love to warm myself, to lay in......

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...Walking at dusk through the old park, the golden glow of forgiveness hangs in the air long enough for you to steal it with both hands but you choose not to, you choose, deliberately, ......

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...Moonlight Sonata A mockingbird sings his nocturne, Silhouetted against a sky of velvet blue, Welcoming on the garden path The Lady Claire de Lune Slipping from behind tall cypress tre......

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...Painting is poetry that is seen rather than felt, and poetry is painting that is felt rather than seen.” ... Leonardo Da Vinci What if there was no poetry in this world? Unpoetic world with no......

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