Flower Question Is Poems

What gave me away?
Was it my sway?
Or my long limber limbs
Like glasses with broken rims?

Oh sure, wind has its way with me,
But broken or uprooted,...

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Delicate flower of thine,
How could one shun thy beauty,
With so much ease from sun fall to sunrise,
Escaping ignorant eyes.
Blinding yet giving needs without fail,
One does...

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Sunflowers,
cheddar-cheese petals
surrounding seedy-brown-mustard centers,
stand guard over hot summer pavement
like mighty oaks.
Laughing children
run in and out the yellow forest,
slaying dragons,
rescuing damsels in distress,
then pretending to be...

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I'm thinking of changing my profile photo.
(Wow, not much else rhymes except Toto).

The new pic is similar, one with flowers
In a small vase. It has...

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So what have we here? 
A pig and a hen
A nail in a pen
And do I see a bear?

So what have I seen?
A fully dressed...

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What does a flower 
Know of me;

The transitory darkness, 
Of a crossing shadow.
And when the darkness 
Comes too close
Death opens warmth 
to cold 
And light...

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No flower in the meadow is exactly alike
hundreds of them, each unique 
plethora of colors, shades, fragrances and hues
each blossom complete onto herself

violet grins at...

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"Oh damn!" bombilates 
the bee—as it pollinates 
the bawdy blossoms....

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Nature asks us no questions,
Beauty and Truth its source.
Mystery within its reflections
Awakens our souls of course.
When the sun shines at dawn,
We see, not hear, God’s...

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I am a child of this broken generation. 
An era where the leaders are the main concentration focused upon all of these 
negative allegations. 
I...

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My inside peace that flaunts hidden desires
Confronted by mistakes faced by liars
Hidden transgression to become arranged
Sweating above the obvious deranged
Custom to hold cater and love
Wishful...

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