Pansy Poems - Poems about Pansy

The Gardener Love The roots so deep, slowly grow With tender care There beauty grows From barren ground, they slowly show The kiss of sunshine, warms there soul The gentle touch of summer rain, feeds them all Remove the weed, and let them bloom From a little seed a rose will grow Tall and sleek With spear like leaves, and purple trumpets Stands the proud Gladiola A...

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Step on me today You'll see me tomorrow, Still loving myself A trait you can borrow The bumblebees know me And so do the birds, Butterflies aren't flustered By silly, silly words With sticks and stones Piled 'neath my feet, Along with the manure I grow in the heat I've got the sunshine And I've got the rain, The worms in my garden The windchimes' refrain...

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Chipmunks tease us after we bloom we're clueless as to why the words of the birds and bees loom we're small we don't deny Grow low, we'll be out of the way lowly we grew to be thought our colors a bit risqué butterflies shout, PANSIES!...

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I am a garden pansy, a descendent of the family Viola, poet's write praises of me not just these days; but in the days of Spencer and Shakespeare, I am that old, I am a small flower but a...

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When a seedling, handsome wind caught my eye and together we flew with the birds Then, suddenly, I tumbled from the sky found myself in a land of rows in thirds. Other seedlings lived there and asked my name Bashfully, I answered, "I don't know it!” Then you're undoubtedly a weed—for shame! I just knew I would never outgrow it one day, wearing...

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Like magic there are leaves on trees, grass is an emerald green sublime; sweet pansies are gems in the breeze, in the dusting of the Spring time. A spring time pansy paradise, each so lovely and full of grace; gems that don't mind a bit of ice, and more than just a pretty face. In the spring- grandma planted them, and butter's...

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pansy, dandelion, ill`behavior, nopoe,^shrub_,thistle? I have no idea who you think i am or was, Serotonin, Dopamine, Endorphin? Could be i'm a Syntax error in line 150. A Happiness Frequency, now offering beautiful parting gifts. Sharing way too much info in a room called #UFOs. Neglected, abandoned, disregarded, ignored and left alone, unattended in #Hell. white`noise, poesie, ^truly_, solaris? Could be i'm a painting...

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On the cusp of two seasons, We savor warmer days and sun, But bundle up at night for good reason. The air smells suddenly alive, My mood's no longer doleful. Time to revive and thrive! Sturdy crocus open and close. Chilling rains test their mettle, As the snow pansy beside them grows. Flocks of chubby robins flit over a barren tree, Where a stubby...

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All of a sudden it’s spring, Along my front fence. When tulips open it’ll be in full swing, With many colors so intense. The mini rose a birthday gift, A hot house baby that my spirit lifts. Pansy faces make me smile, So cheerful even if frost covered awhile. Each day now one discovers, Another beauty and then another, Spying from under wide tulip leaves, While...

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Out of all of the flowers a garden could ever grow, He reminds me of a purple pansy, purple for his compassionate personality, the yellow pop for his positivity, each petal for his layers of kindness, All of which I have discovered. And even today, I carry my purple pansy with me. Right next to my heart....

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OFFERING OF PANSY Plucked at peak season, her blossom’s open - Cleo, short for Cleopatra – brunette. Her bloomer’s heart, displayed, shows she’s hope’n. Hands him a pink pansy – eyes haven’t met. Whistling inside, collar tight, he’s grope’n, With fright. Cleo’s bold and brash, wide open! 2/1/2017 Laura Loo's A Rhyme In 60...

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There once was a pansy named Fancy and she was as pretty as could be. She would stretch high above the other flowers as tall and straight as a tree. Raindrops made her petals glisten like stars in the sky at night. Perky little leaves tucked in tight. Then one day the gardener seen Fancy's beauty noticeably clear, So she reached in her basket for her flower...

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color, dance, imagery, inspirational, poetry, wind, word play, In my pansy patch The flower petals surround Cherub expressions! The pansy petals Edge their small faces in bonnets Framing heads so well Flower pansy dresses My petal faeries wear well ‘Show-offs’ with such airs! My faerie pansies Bow and bend to the winds song Under the sky blue! Butterfly sets down Over the pansy’s to draw Syrup...

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Two artists that once danced on high trapeze... then fell to doom, his death a fate unkind. All hope bereft, her sanity soon flees. Life lingers on, enduring crippled mind. In steel-toed boots and shabby overalls she takes her toy red wagon for a stroll. Young children run to hide inside their walls, unable to divine her kindly soul. Did you dream of...

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sun sets graciously on gentle horizon kissing silky damp beach goodnight shades of mauve and salmon rose as waves lap soft blue sighs skylight dusk illuminates iridescent white fragile flowers resting on sand bouquets that shower shore as countless pansy shells crown land (Inspired by our recent trip down California/ Pacific drive-- Pismo is half way between 'Frisco' and L/A-- I was overwhelmed by this sunset walk...

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