Flowers Poems - Poems about Flowers

Oh! flowers why are you spreading, Fragrance and beauty without any cost ? You are being sold in market at a cost, Your quality and your beauty are selling. Oh! flowers why do you spread your blooming, Fragrance and beauty without any cost? They give you to dears to show their host, The guest sees your charm and feel...

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marvel at the vigorous blade of grass, resistant to the worst storms, marvel at the dandelion, offering a thousand treasures To the bees of the county, marvel at the hemlock flower, which could poison ten ancient poets, marvel at the plant world and its millions of possibilities, marvel at the fern, which does not tire that winter, marvel at how the butterfly marvels on the corolla...

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Raggedy Army As morning bathes in spring sunshine A raggedy army stands in line. Unkempt and ragtag, oddly sized, Unarranged, disorganised. Red, a splash among the grey A new parade at dawn each day. Some heads drooping, some held high, A handful gazing at the sky. Fresh and bright to start the morning, Most won’t see a new day’s dawning. In summer’s heat, the same routine...

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Impossible beauty, summer in swell, Fragrance aflowing and fluttering around; Though now, I admit, I don’t see it well, I know – my ears! – all the birds by their sound. Heaven surrounds me, but only for now; Howling the winds that shall crash on my head; Ripping the flowers that live on the bough, Never see summer return in its stead. Perhaps...

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Flowery paths wildly intersect rich, late summer; While beautiful flute music plays in green trees, Amidst song so rife, without drumrolls of thunder. In butterscotch ease, drift humming, honeybees. While beautiful flute music plays in green trees; The exotic blooms send pleasant fumes, far away. In butterscotch ease, drift humming, honeybees; With huge, tossed hibiscuses, in crimson disarray. The exotic blooms send pleasant...

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They bloomed together within the same state of mind though parted by differing time zones. Words sprouted into flights of flesh, sprig-like inklings soon budded into Passion Flowers as they nailed each other to a burgeoning phone-talk and flourishing images. O such blossoms! O how the wide world can cling and clutch around far distant hearts, sadder yet the perfidy of too hungry a need, for indeed he also...

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Spills of flowers everywhere - elation ! I love to water each petal with joy Bells and Daisies * Tulips and Carnations I am a gardener named Helen of Troy Garland dreams loopy Dahlia ali oops "love me like I am" says each bud to me Blooming kisses and rosettes, Tipsy Red ...

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Blue "miss you" flowers in a vase on the table wilting one by one; Orange "hey you" flowers wrapped in cellophane they don't last long; Pink "love you" flowers growing in a pot not plucked, left to live....

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She knocks on my rib cage seeking access to my heart again The knock—the pounding pestle— taunts, its echo won’t stand to be ignored I hold my knees and cover my ears as if that’ll keep my walls untampered I let my flesh wrap me whole— so tight I might suffocate, but I cannot breathe outside this prison, no—this haven She’s still...

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In the mystery of the universe, where mortal hands cannot stop the fall of flowers, tears gather like pearls on the petals of destiny, without defying the law of time, for what must be, shall be, like the twilight that bows before the night, and the stars, in a trembling choir, bow to the dusk with grace and...

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*************************************************************He told me a lie - He made me cry.* *To make amends - before it all ends,* *He thought for hours,* *To give ...

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Dropping Flowers, Blades Of Grass, And Us Like flowers droop but refuse to die from the heat, like tanned fields subsumed in the struggle to survive and keep the flow of transpiration, like the trodden blades of grass pushing through sidewalk holes to capture the cosmic energy that fuels them onward the victory they seek to be free, we, like all of nature, must continue to travel the jubilee road...

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Wilted flowers Wilted flowers lie in empty fields Days pass as flies scour, Leaving the decomposing ideas to be eaten. The sun flickers as each minute weans by An empty shell of you left in bloody waters. A quiet silence crowding the space your words claimed. The once blooming pedals, scorned by your nectar. Craving the burn you bring into my veins; no...

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Some gates are closed, others are open I passed them all I lived inside The postcard views where as a postman I brought your package every night Check your emails if there’s a new Stifting a yawn you find the one In haste you almost read it through Replying with a glint of sun Meanwhile the coffee smells of morning You open up...

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Sweet snowdrop bells ring! The violets are coming Days are chanting spring. Crimson camelias call from dreams near the garden wall. Gold sun fields await rich tulips of tomorrow! Lily's never late. Then pansies' pink faces greet blue roses across the street. ...

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