Long Natureflower Poems
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~HAIKU RESERVATION~
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___hello kitty___
pretty and stylish
clean sassy paw print shower
purr-fect flower smell
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__sea of stupidity___
life without reason
beauty vanished common sense
follow the leader
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___city dreams___
low rise grey sunrise
dusty wind music terror
crystal clear sunset.
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___brain storming___
business in the sky
thirst engraved in my sand wall
wishing well compel
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___live bait___
catch me if you can
deep under salty water
aquatic spew smell
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___turtle wax___
twisted fresh smell
beautiful shine in the sun
clear crystal rain X
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___lonely and apart___
an empty kettle
fall like a flower petal
wet window ledge
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___ Margarita Time__
stainless creation
blizzard form from tornado
cold temptations
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___ withdrawals ___
clouds hide down below
my heart, my body, my soul
a certain form lost
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A lonely flower
Quiet and sad
Swaying to the melancholy song of the wind
No other flower for company
Only tall grass hiding her from the outside world
One day brought a wandering bee
Saw the flower
And lost his heart
To her slender beauty
He tenderly sat on her soft petals
Caressing her center with his mouth
Overjoyed on being so close
To this delicate being
She—her emotions were in turmoil
It felt like heaven
When he caressed her
He danced from one petal to another
And she swayed in pleasure
The wind supplied the music
The sun came out to give warmth
The bee tenderly opened
The flower center
In he went and drank the sweet nectar
Which seemed to go on and on
Satisfied he came out
Saw the flower was pale
Slowly one by one
Her petals dropped
She bowed her slender head and died
There was a soft smile on her face
The satisfied smile
Of a full and happy life
He sadly looked on in silence
Swaying slowly with the melancholy wind.
And golden ears of corn stretched to listen, to the suns
warming ray of words, as stems swayed and rattled. In
the next field yellow Sunflowers genuflected, lifted
their heads to their heavenly maker, turning not to lose
his eye. And the sun beat of an egg blue sky, a blanket
of life for all to nestle. Only song rained, spilling from
the throats of lofty Skylarks sharing their delight on this
miracle of days. Hawthorne, Bramble and Blackberry
wrestled creating a thorn haven for Blackbird and Thrush
as they cared for the young ever gaping mouths. Bumble
bees and Hover flies darted flower heads, intoxicated on
the abundance of rich pollen, the flower kissed and life is
granted. The fruits ripen, Field mice nibble the sweet corn's
tender pods, and the Buzzard glides softly with searching
eye. This day takes place with no rush or haste, no agenda
to adhere to, just to amble at natures pace. And on I walk
forever lost.
We have a flower box on our back porch.
The house is painted gray, the box is red.
I can see the flower box from my bed
it sits upon the railing on the porch.
When late afternoon shadows start to grow,
and light starts fading in cloudy demise.
A cool brisk wind startles the tree below,
leaving limpid leaves rippling in the breeze.
The porch protects the flowers in the box,
but, a boisterous brash breeze calls to them.
"Come join the dance, pirouette with the Phlox,
bring your white petals on your lovely stem,"
Serenely the petals appear to pout,
then seductively twist and turn about,
as they stretch long and tall above their bed.
Stirring white petals on their long tall head.
Lets leave our beds and run around the house,
feeling warm west wind blowing through our bed,
a soft caress for paling white effuse,
with drops of pouring rain upon our head.
The Rose memoralized by William Shakespeare
Has been on Earth for thirty-five million years.
Did she dazzle in this pre-historic existence?
Did her beauty bring the dinosaurs to tears?
Dispite her age the Rose is still a winner.
She's the queen of all of flowerdom today.
New varieties entrance and scents enchant me
As I walk along my rose-lined walk-a-way.
No other flower has so long a season.
None other comes in such beguiling dress.
The lover chooses her to woo his lady
Who takes his gift and holds it to her breast.
She comes in all the latest styles and colors.
Her scents are aphrodisiacs to the nose.
With nothing in the whole wide, world as lovely
Of course my favorite flower is the Rose.
Written for contest "Bloom" Won 2nd place
Mother Nature took her paint brush,
and eloquently tipped each petal
With a multitude of glorious colors.
She awoke the morning sun and coaxed
the pedals to greet the morning rays.
She dropped, droplets of morning dew,
watching the moss green carpet
stretch to catch each drop.
She painted nature's floral bouquet,
and they happily, danced in the breeze.
Her landscape, soon became a work of art.
A scenic wonder, that soon brought the bees,
Who busily, flew from flower to flower
tasting each, nectar filled blossom.
They happily flew to the hive and back,
Bringing excitement over the floral find.
The flowers continued to flourish under,
the fine painters hand.
A flower blooms,
Out of the earth.
It’s soil feeding it,
The nutrients it needs.
Not only does this little growing flower need nutrients,
But it also needs water to survive.
The clouds let rain fall down,
Just to quench this flowers thirst.
Flames of shades of red come out of nowhere,
And cut through this poor flowers stem.
As the leaves and pedals turn into nothing but ash,
The flower takes in it’s one last look at the beautiful earth it once belonged to.
This poor little flower never stood a chance,
Against the four elements of Earth.
** For Barbara Gorelick's contest THE FOUR ELEMENTS**
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