Flower Forget-Me-Not Poems

Forget Me Not

Forget me not when petals drop
or when succulent fruits decay,
though their energies dissipate
their existences are recalled,
on duller days when seasons change
and a brighter...

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Awakened by Hyacinthoides’ bell,
the riverside carpet starts to swell
as tiny blooms; hues like skies;
wink open nephophilic eyes,
to gaze where roving lovers, hover;
flowers to gift to...

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light periwinkle blue
with yellow face
she draws butterflies

she can be ground cover
prefers cool climate
found in woodlands

tolerant of rabbits and deer
reseeds herself
spreading her prettiness...

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I had a passion for vibrant flowers, and I was often found in the garden,
As one gains the haunting night bird songs, in burgundy skies...

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I press a forget-me-not somewhere in the Psalms
For no particular reason, I simply make a memory,
She liked them, perhaps, it was for my mother, alms
I...

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Riss Rumphius lived by the sea
the Lupine Lady, free as can be
tossing seeds for many hours
pleasing kids-- with her flowers

I think she lived a fulfilling...

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Minuscule sapphire blooms,
timid starlight eyes
verdant foliage swaddles,
exquisite, elegant sight

tranquil, serene, meadows
flamboyant petals play
vibrant, petite, bouquets
baring messages to relay,

soothing mother's anguish,
in sorrow, you're not alone
dainty flowers...

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Like a cold winter night
I hear thy call my name
Little whispers
“Come play a little game”

The path arises and the pace quickens
The faster I run, the...

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A flower bloomed upon that hill, 
and though it was so long ago, 
and none but I remember still,
it felt the sun, and dared to...

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Blue petals of a forget-me-not
juxtapose a white marble headstone,
and weighing heavy upon my heart
I play my violin all alone.

Looking out of place on the white...

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five petals show charms 
                    ...

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On her right arm a beautiful blue tattoo comes alive
But her face holds a sadness that crushes what her arm strives
In my eyes her perfection...

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Through-out the night music in motion was my poetry,

so many beauties captured like still photos in the movement of skin,

like peace billowing in the wind,

the...

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Remember us; forget- me- not,
my lips now, liked severed petals.
Blossoms grew with every smile
then, our kisses became the nettles.

Remember us; as glory stems
and nostalgia frames...

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