Flower Over The Edge Poems

Peeked over the edge of Monday
Weary…eyes blinking, birds chirping
Spoke to the Keurig: “black, no sugar”
It growled back, slowly.
It seemed to be saying:
“Never go jogging with...

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On the edge of summer
When cherry blossoms bloom
They make sad faces smile
Pink bewitching flower
With power to beguile.

On the edge of summer
Green hedgerows growing spry
Woodbine’s singular...

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As a young child I was told,                                     ...

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She skipped along the edge of the lake,
her refection dancing upon it's clear smooth surface,

light brown hair flowing
in the cool November breeze...

singing a melodic autumn...

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I hear a distant, gay twittering,
Night's at the edge of the moon;
I see the butterflies flittering,
Spring waits at the edge of June!

I see the myriad...

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I write dark poetry,
I like to write in cemeteries . . .
of death and sadness
I write poems with tears  . . .

What kind of...

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Intensive spring, her season of flower,
Full vigorous essence, beauty's wonder,
Horizon of womanhood - her power
Intimidated me, mind asunder.

Her lips so soft but pressing pleasant there,
No...

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If pain is an illusion then why does it cut so deep, like the razors edge it etches itself further and further leaving reminders of...

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Dandelions comfort the bee,
lying beneath the aged oak tree.
Donating nectar by the hedge,
convening at the water’s edge.

Turtles eat the dandelion,
soon a state of oblivion.
The stuffed...

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