Geraniums Poems - Poems about Geraniums

Geraniums have always been my favorite flowering plant, with their vibrant burst of colors with warm spicy fragrant scents. Nostalgic memories of going to my Grandmother’s house in Spring. Sitting on her sunny porch, her smile as bright as her crimson flowers. Her house greeted me with scents of fresh brewed coffee and banana bread. It was our secret...

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delicate ruffled rose colored geraniums snaring honey bees lasting all summer lifting faces to the sun glorifies the yard bordering garden a fairy like loveliness lasting one season...

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Red Geraniums In the flower beds This my choice~red Wave petunias run Down the sides~purple The old sage said When I grow old I'll wear purple With a red hat I know it Doesn't match But again Could be Some fun Laugh!! ...

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red geraniums clusters of joy for her soul posted on October 10, 2018...

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In a sprinkler's mist white geraniums cluster like sweet butterflies...

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Believe it or not I was a shy young man Led a very uninteresting life Then met a crazy lady named Cathie “Laugh every day”, her advice Life's short, you'll wonder where it went Don't know how much is remaining “So party it up, make the most of it,” she said “You'll soon be kicking up geraniums” So I took her advice maybe...

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red geraniums growing in a flower box... approaching dark storm...

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She used second-hand water. Water which had first been used to scrub vegetables, or rinse the dishes. And poured it over her red geraniums with loving hands Waste not, want not....that was her motto. In offering such hand-me-downs to her flowers, ....they cared not. .... For her own apron was a hand-me-down...made from a worn out shirt. ...

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She used second-hand water Water that had first been used to scrub vegetables or rinse the dishes And poured it over her red geraniums with loving hands Waste not, want not...was her motto In offering such hand-me-downs to her flowers They cared not For her own apron was a hand-me-down Made from a worn-out shirt,... and simply told ...

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Disgruntled ragged geraniums in my window curse September for shutting out the sun that was a glorious summer...

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