Hydrangea Poems - Poems about Hydrangea

hydrangea blooming buzz, buzz, buzz goes bumblebees.... red sun rising...

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Listen to the shifting winds carrying musical meteors, there soars floating letters between lyrical lines, emanating runes that reflect revolving rhymes of faith within and beyond. For we are more than just spectators or actors, in this theatrical life, we are the assigned maestros of God orchestrating joy, through strings of interconnected instruments. In the midst of reality, when chaos knock on the glass doors of our thoughts, we...

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In the marshmallow mirth of blueberry beginnings of bliss, I wish upon stars that blush behind mint-grey memories, drifting along sheets of fluffy daydreams, across orchid skies. For I am carving silence before the Goddess of Ocean ascends and swirls to the sterling rays of the tulip moon. My pen pierces through paper promises of what tomorrow may bestow in blue, where magic...

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Walking along these old country roads, the path littered with jagged stones. Flowing to the wind melody adorning the side of the trail ahead, the little stream gleams at them in jealousy, the sweet fluttering white flower bed. The early rising sun beams in pride, At the flowers dressed like a bride. Basking in the morning light,...

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Two poetic hydrangea mobiles ~ happy or sad, take your pick ~ Weeping hydrangeas spill sapphire tears falling, drenching grey scale gardens suspended, free flowing a mobile of distractions on tiny threads scattered above clouded daydreams Worded floating silent streams, spinning slowly, creating phrases on whirlwind petals, browned edges frame whispered wonderings sans answers upon somber breezes of yesterday’s questions or A cappella Hydrangeas send harmonic petals floating upon melodic wind chime breezes, suspended...

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ODE TO THE HYDRANGEA Misunderstood little Mophead, They call her ‘Changing Rose’, Her colour comes from the soil And the acidity in which she grows. Chorus: Water in her name, Water in her veins. Blue Azorean stranger, Nothing rhymes with Hydrangea. Graceful in the half-sun, She turns pink with added lime. At home in the Himalayas, Found globally over time. Water in her name, Water in her veins. Blue Azorean stranger, Nothing...

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Hydrangea Influence Pull of gravity drawn on the senses, hydrangea scent Fragrance bliss, orgasmic burst, flowering forth Explains beauty one petal at a time in naked white Flavors come on nasal whiffs in flight Fragile buds nod to blossoms under the glacial moon Delicately delicious invisible friends seen once again Spread up ahead on garden paths On wings of spring Past the river,...

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Multiplier and large blooms Colors varied and depend on the soil ph Hardy plants are hard to kill Blooms all spring and summer Until frost, you delight me No need to fret for you You never displease me Your plant grows and thickens Each year, you grow more beautiful My delight is in your blossoms. You stand for rebirth and eternal life. For Linda...

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