Long Florets Poems

Long long ago in a lonely lovely hill
When earth was young, handsome and green
Besides the meadow near the curly winding flow
There stood a tree proudly high and spry.

Swaying and dancing in wheezy pleasy breeze
Never was...

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I'm an enlightened 
equinox, strolling in
faded universe, 
dreaming poetry in
susurrus serenades 
of rustling 
ruby-leaves which
whisper cool 
beamish hues
to my autumnal-
quartz heart, 
when the nucleus 
of unborn flowers, 
wishes for a 
meditative 
musing amidst 
this mocha...

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My love lies bleeding among the meadowbeauties, purple, 
entangled by hairy caltrop around her delicate feet and ankles. Climbing upward, 
its thistled fruit prick my fingers and palms; as I unsnarl the dodder from her...

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a wisp offered him a small bunch of her soul
  
          duet of florets dandelion with lavender

        ...

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Although I hardly gave it a thought
I didn't really doubt
our miniature juniper, a bonsai,
would survive our desert vacation.
                 ...

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In sepia foliage's of falsified fantasies,
cursed by haunting hornets stinging 
with honeyed painted lies,
her mind was like a matriarch of metaphors.

An inflorescent seed buried in darkness,
with a somnolent spirit rustling in onyx nostalgia.
Too afraid to...

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Staring at all the shadows of the west
putting all the rays of sun at test
stand the ugly face of the wood 
giving the best place under its hood

free from the worldly lives and vibes
the only...

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An abundance of fragrant florets 
constant reminder of regrets
Although they consume the misty air
they seem stale, because you're not there
Your absence has left a hollow void
Ghosts haunt turning the mind paranoid.

Just another day without you
Oh...

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My son is out fixing up the shed.
Winter is coming on. Needed doing he said.
He had the time and the bound-to’s.
I’m not used to this thought process, I’m not. Not from a child.

I watch him...

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The sweet, almost sickly, smell of flowers
cut through the soft scent of the morning's dew-covered grass.
The shadbush along the thoroughfare glowed blond and bronze.
The fields stretched like a flooring of ornaments,
jadeite and musgravite and blue...

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Sonnet 18: William Shakespeare

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date.
Sometime too hot...

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I have been pondering for quite some time, 
Is there a permanence to the meaning of the word ‘greatness’?
Whatever does it mean ‘to be great’ or ‘to feel great’?

You see, from ever since, I’ve attached...

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Our table is set – it looks divine
Crystal glasses for our red wine
Silver cutlery with which to eat
Our favourite meal – oh what a treat

The table is set on our patio
With romantic music and the...

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It was dawn, cool sunrise,
 extended Gleam defeating dark,
 Thirst quenching blossoms,
 Wet in morning dew;
 Blooming buds refreshing self,
 displaying arousing glamor;
 Rising high florets pride,
 Mentally flying high in sky,
 None like mine,...

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'O' spirits of land and Gods,
You beautify our world, 
With crops, fruits and forest roots;
Lakes flow full of precious water,
Vacillating fresh air to breath;
I kindle incense sticks, 
Embellish with colourful florets;
Gratitude you for your mercy,
To...

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Wrath whirled in the air, and satan manoeuvred  around.
Darkness enclosing around, with memories of the past jeering at me.
Pain blistering my heart breaking my being, shattering me
Their laughter ringing in my ears.
Cold wind pricking...

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Out of the dark, a lambent, lovely day has dawned
In silvery brilliance the early morning is drowned
In the sapphire sky, the sun has appeared on his diurnal shift 
Over the firmament the vagrant clouds aimlessly...

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A wild flower that grows with lovely florets yellow,
it is the dandelion-   a very humble fellow.
Some think them ugly and want to destroy,
but I recall as a child finding a dandelion with joy.
I...

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The beautiful forsythia blossoms,
Tiny green leaves and yellow florets appear.

The sidewalks clean and free from snow,
Easy to walk along and appreciate the environment.

Tall trees blossoming, I observe the green leaves,
Unravelling slowly and becoming a full...

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An ugly little weed the grows with florets yellow,
the very common dandelion is a very humble fellow.

Some think ugly and go to great lengths to destroy,
but I recall as a child finding a "dande" was...

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"The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen
or even touched, but must be felt in the heart"   _Helen  Keller
_____________________ 

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My childhood memories of spring's return
are filled with butterflies, florets, and ferns,
of saving baby birds who fell from nests
and Maypole dancing, colored ribbon fests.

Those daisy wings above Lantana bush
were cause to thrill me, make my...

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“It is spring again. The earth is like a child that knows poems by heart.” Quote by Rainer Maria Rilke
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Medusa cactus
in large blue ceramic pot
blooms a burst of sunshine
over her green appendages.

A sparrow narrowly escapes
from...

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Anacreontic Verse 4 - Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Edward Ebbs


a midsummer’s day
shares hope aglow
vigor shines beneath
soft hues of yellow
willows stroke the breeze
with sweet cherry trees
florets peek hello
vivid hummingbirds
whisper sharp tunes
without needed words
it gently consumes
the pink lily blooms
at...

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She waits...

at that spot he promised to reach...

When the dark blue and grey sky
Lightens up to pink and pearl grey 
At the moment, just before dawn

Under the huge mango tree
Besides the splendid sunflower garden
She waits...

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