Flower Growth Poems

Awaiting a growth spurt that never happened

When a boy,
I wanted to be as tall as my father
(he passed away October seventh
two thousand and twenty
linkedin to...

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Flowing through my heart’s hesitant beat, rhythms of light – graceful and quiet, reminding me why I can always find peace in the garden, where...

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She turns sixteen one cold December clime
He strings dissembling lover’s thorns so girthed
The sprouts of pristine virtue split by crime
The core is sore, this shriveled...

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I formed in the heavens; they built me in a pure overcast
Concrete looks far too weak to break my fallings contrast
All flower petals decreed a...

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Warming myself in the fire of the sun, why must the soil be so cold?
Listen closely, and I'll show you a story of ancestors I...

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I started as a seed,
Took my time and slowly started
to grow, grow, and grow.

Overtime I also learned, 
learned and learned.
I learned lessons,
lots and lots of...

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As strangleweeds ghost life manifestly,
caused by an Atropa belladonna
exposé mind-bending, marijuana
bears parallel outcomes, yet, it's deathly,
Greek myth Atropos cuts the thread of life
belladonna, a woman...

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The Solar Spring is breathtaking sending out itself everywhere
a sense of renewal is arising, growing, budding, and blooming.

The groundbreaking is taxing the granules of rich...

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Your life is poetry— 
whether words make it 
on a page, a screen, an ear, 
 
whether messages 
or moments 
meet the light of dawn,...

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One day, as I sat musing
Matter at hand, confusing

Nothing came to me enforced
No matter how much coerced

Effort was there, intent too
Ideas not coming through

Seemed to...

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Poor
Cold child
Of summer
Was winter too 
Much to be endured?
Let the sun melt the ice
And dance among the flowers
Let their wild nature be your song
You are...

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Flower blooms heaven in seventh-year warps,
yet, Coryanthes, the Bucket Orchid,
is an odd flower. The lip's limited
into a water-filled bucket; bugs, oops, 
fall in, but can't...

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Bug-free surroundings are most possible,
but not this repulsive, disgusting beast.
The so-called, Corpse Flower, how shockable,
repulsive, disgusting, and to the least
of it said, gives off such...

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I wish I could bury my self in the autumn dirt 
To die in the cold, dark ground in the arms of my mother
After gravity...

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It’s the breath I need but can’t reach
Arms extended as far as they can reach
But the superhero is late this time and can’t save me
Plan...

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