Marigolds Poems - Poems about Marigolds

Marigolds, seem so tame Multiply flame by flame Madmen, they stand so bold Menacing - draped in gold Midday to evening sun Mundane yet how they stun...

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Morning sunrise showers momentum of gold bliss meandering brightly at mountain and valley’s skirts making winged critters marvelously dance with mother nature’s richness. ...

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Moon sparks float above the meadow of golden blooms, mimicking marmalade mists of healing, and the magical muse of a mellow field, adorned with mosaic hues of hope....

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modest in stature, yet meaningful to many. Mystically adorning multiple cultures, its motif varying from mourning to offering, misfortune to blessing. ...

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roses and roses around unveiling scarlet drops echoing voices where raindrops fall a rally of imperfection painted into .. tapped touches sudden whirling whispers secretively drew blood prickly feistiness thriving in haze spun surroundings.. twinkling doves suffocating in an angelical sisyphus halo tender moonlight bringing an eunoia swiftest remnant nemesis against armies of withering shadows.. ebullient blooming daises manipulating fluorescent beauties with a frantic fabricated aurora in a frantic peony...

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On a cold winters day, Looking out my window, I only see the humble Marigold on display, To lift the winter shadow, That spoils my day, As the sun gives off only a paltry glow. ...

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So as one begins walking, is there nowhere left to go? To carry-on is the Marigolds' only reason found to grow Red and orange incredible the closer that they glow Cornucopias of shapes they have; but never a perfect row Rich variations beautifully subtle is the show In our mournings; kindness, and solidarity, they're left in tow However, ruthlessly; what they...

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I am but a weed In God's flower garden Humbled to exist Even if not as red as roses Not as tall as sun flowers Not as warm as marigolds Not as thrilling as lillies But I am wonderfully and fearfully made I invite imagination And like a falling star Children pick me to Blow blue breaths wishes upon And I fly into whimsical wind To deliver the...

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I was always enraged at twelve mother forced me to plant marigold seeds their bright green sprouts made me smile ruffled and perky with oranges and yellows they uplifted me...

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they've captured sunshine a vast sea of waving blooms yellow orange gold a noontime vision with the bluebirds and robins scarlet butterflies tiffany blue skies and the beauty of chaos a green green summer...

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My mother taught me how to plant marigolds I was eleven and in a bad mood, it was my punishment For days nothing happened, making me angrier Tiny green sprouts got me excited I watched them grow into little double leaves on stems More leaves arrived daily, it was a tiny green hedge now I kept watering One morning there was...

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merry marigolds, and I, meditate in sun. to a big, lawnmower’s vibes 4/19/2022> ...

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I marvel at marigolds as I’ve never seen mountains I watch in wonder the water flowing from fountains yearning to learn what it is to be cared for I've spent my life seeking to capture the rapture of one moment of bliss the search thus far proving fruitless He wouldn’t waste a single minute on a woman like me who spends her hours...

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Sing a dirge with crowns of marigolds. But not for me for I am much alive, my dear. Listen to the lovely lively rain, Pitter-patter on the thriving flower beds, Let them grow in all hues and shapes. I’ll pick the marigolds’ white petals. See, I love you not, I love myself. Next autumn I’ll fill my lovely cottage With the most...

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I had a rough year in seventh grade There was a horrible teacher who picked on me He was awful, and made my life hard. My mother sent me out to till the soil. She gave me a package of marigold seeds. I had to water the soil every day. I was amazed in a week when tiny green sprouts appeared. They...

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