Lilies Poems - Poems about Lilies

Summer Hiku 24 warm summer s ~u ~n ~s ~h ~I ~n ~e c -o -u -r -t -I -n -g lilies in...

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Lilies Of The Fields 1963 A field full of flowers. Yellow is my favorite color. Run freely in the wind. Stay young with an imagination. Be carefree through the open land. Live a simple life if you can. There's nothing like living out in the country. This is the way it should be. Swing high...

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Prompt :"A crimson sky breaks the distant shore" Sponsor : Joseph May Submitted: 20/5/25 Placed : 4th CRIMSON SKY A crimson Sky breaks the distant shore stargates opened veils upon veils portals portending lyrical lemon drops or so it seemed since senses were lost in open labyrinth lots angels poured purple pearls lacing comely camomile into timeless space I heard old lions...

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Midst a dirty pond, Pink lilies bloom unnoticed I love this place now....

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As I set foot in the paradise of flowers I saw a set of vivid pals Swaying and waving towards the unusual soul Connecting hearts and hearts entirely Greeting with a wreath and a glorious scent I stood there gaping at them As if that was a band of colour But of more colours and like enchantress I was entirely dazed and the...

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Trumpet-like lilies by the lake preen for the flamboyant flamingo, sifting through the murky waters, searching for algae and shrimp where crawdads click and clatter. While silvery fish glide stealthily leaving barely a ripple behind, a chorus of frogs’ croaks echo like the whining twang of a plucked banjo string. Dragonflies skim the water’s surface as their translucent wings shimmer like gems in the sunlight, dart about the...

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‘When you are not fed love on a silver spoon, you learn to lick it off knives.’ - Lauren Eden lilies and ravens dance together making mud puddles thick as salve caked on deep wounds stemming not the ooze tinctures from droppers bitter herbs labeled for survival use only as directed replenish nothing rancid birthday cakes gleeful candles form dancing shadows glassy story-telling eyes yearn desperately gleaming steel...

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The rain lilies stir with fast winds Snatched my rest of restful nights, Thier slim body beautiful sight My eyes sit, still on them,shut the mind, Neither I go for a second out of sight Nor I do household of any kind,take high flight. Hair hoist with heat streams Since eyes sleepless take dreams, The beautiful thing that I...

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On placid waters of the reflecting pool, petals fully open as in a gesture of silent imploring, surrounded by a world of shimmering reflections. Small red carp feed on tiny insects then disappear below, leaving ever widening circles that skim and intersect through each other. Steeped in prayful trance, seemingly undisturbed by abrasive sounds of nearby traffic or the...

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I am the swan with a broken wing — Not knowing where my old flock has gone. I drift now amidst embracing lilies, who Have long and dearly kept my pleas for close company… Thus, whenever hunters near, The lilies ask along with me, If Angels still come To wipe away Tears...

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Behold the brave ten thousand men When called to war they rushed right in Leaving both hearth and home behind Unaware of what they might find In fertile fields their foes had nested Strong as steel and battle tested Eyes afire and nerves were steady Standing stoic and at the ready Ten thousand men eyes full of fear Held their ground as the horde...

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Cleverness in chaos. Twisted mischief threads beneath razor intellect. Urban antiquity, out of place, sherry to eyelash to eye. Her cigarettes go better with beer wisdom and starry sky humidity. Grand Dame, ferocious girl. Lead me up a garden path that stings until 5am on barren streets. Vampiric. Languid. There is no elegant sufficiency, no want contained. Faded lilies. Threadbare wisdom swings to giggling gallows below, aloft. One more drink? Reckless friend, take my...

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Lilies and Glenda’s hair "Haiku" By Angerry Feliciano The breeze from the east Make the lilies of valley Wave like Glenda’s hair ...

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My borders are made of lilies. They are a pleasant reminder where caution begins and conflicts end. To those who know me, my borders are made with forgiveness, a kind and patient floral display. To those who try me, they are battle trenches that are now forgotten and unmarked graves. I have many flowers to give. They are a welcomed...

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RUNNING RACES CRACKING CODES No disgruntled dissonance between dimensions sliding down sigils galaxies of glories listening to lilies lyricing to Lilith flow of filaments consenting to classify eyes like echoes running races cracking codes so that Source can claim His-Her crystals into 5D carols ©GhairoDanielsPoetry& Song2024 ...

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