Flowerpots Poems - Poems about Flowerpots

...Black onyx night, of the pearlescent moon, diamond dew kissed, musk rose red. Deep purple and white passion! Phantoms dance in lilac dreams; around the corner of blooms, with memories of......

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...My brother, John, was older than me; and I had ever looked up to him, As a golden sun seems always with you, but comes and goes at whim. My brother, John, taught me to roller skate, and h......

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...vibrant primroses in countless arresting shades bring back the glad smiles sunshine symphonies in fields, beds and flowerpots rhapsodic summer fragrance from a dream dreamt in the heart of......

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...We would go ghost hunting in old empty houses, me and my mate Terry. 13 -year-olds, armed only with a flashlight and radio-active acne. We fed on each other’s frights imagined the dead ar......

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...Wintry white weather whirling westward, whooshing wildly when winds wrestle. Snowflakes swirling starting snowy stacks. Spring showers sprout saplings some scattering so softly. Florist fashio......

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...In a little country village in a cottage near a farm, was a curious little kitten that was knitted out of yarn. In a rainbow’s worth of colours from its tail of strawberry red, to the blue an......

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...After winning a sweepstakes, I determined to go on a lengthy trip; And I wanted to tour the mainland, after I had disembarked the ship. The countryside was quite beautiful, and had myriad charmin......

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...My thumb’s not any shade of green Yet on my windowsill Are varied plants in flowerpots, So water them, I will. Most stay the same; they grow a bit But really do not thrive, Although I’m happy......

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...Dandelions and daffodils Baby's Breath and violets, mix In flowerpots on window sills A sparrows nest built broken sticks Cracked open shells, first flights from chicks Testing their wi......

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...We had a garden gnome named Griselda the bane of our small bungalow she was nasty and mean, at times quite obscene the worst that you ever could know! Her garden mate, Gregor, had feared her b......

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...Poetry is made with             rivers that flow through us,             flowerpots             and flowers that we             adorn life ...             With clothes             not wearing b......

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...In a local hardware store, An old one – not a chain – I found just what I needed, Though I thought I’d search in vain. Some saucers for my flowerpots So water wouldn’t drip. I’d recently tra......

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...We wear are days on our skin Truth seeking pilgrims in the land of the grim So long ago the winds rustle in, Lost cities filled with neighborhood friends We wake up to a day we try and defend ......

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...Water of the sublime dusk Slow moving, decorated in color A idea by the sea Moonlight shines on jasmine blossoms Waves and wind making ripples, crickets begin to sound Where do streams flow? ......

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...For the first time ever, a Cardinal's nest lay cleverly hidden in a juncture of two branches of the red rose climber on the south wall of our garage. Over the years, we'd watched with pleasure......

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