Flower Rhyme Poems

You can burn a book
but not its truth
Flames no match
for time’s reproof

Planted deep
below the lime
Its seeds will flower
— where light to shine

(West Campus: May 6,...

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to gaze the beauty of heart within
to dwell in the aura of dawning hue
with respecting the vow of love,apart
to have a pretty friend like you

to...

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When I open my eyes at quiet dawn,
I see my dreams soar in the horizon.

If my dreams, soft as petals of flower,
luminous, scintillating, bright they...

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A happy day for you I’m sure,
A most lucky day to enjoy,
You are a double grandma now. 
You have a new bundle of joy! 

Apples,...

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Do you remember back in childhood
          How we loved the first of May?
   ...

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Bright yellow daffodils to see,
brighten a cloudy day for me
Such a beacon of hope outside
A flower like sunshine, a guide,
with all there is to do...

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Vulnerable

The only flower blooms in a feild of withered weeds.
The wind howls a strong,violent breeze.
A single drop of water drips on the desert sand.
So lost...

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The Flower and the Butterfly

In the subtle softness of dawn’s embrace,
A tender flower reclines upon her garden bed,
Enshrouded in the veil of morning mist,
Which caress...

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Unearthed, their vivid colors bloom as buds unfold
wafting in Mariah's breeze, in hues bright and bold
Beautiful flowers, mere words cannot rhapsodize
Secreted are their roots, from...

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I was out in Deborah’s garden the other day when what should catch my eye
flitting from flower to flower but a monarch butterfly.

A walk through...

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Unlike flower essence, which becomes roses or lilies,
Unlike animal essence that's born into birds and beasts
To bring within humanity love, justice, trust, and peace
The divine...

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Dawn drifts softly into sleepy eyes
a serenade of light from the skies

Awaking at last and sensing fun 
is meadow, as flowers lift their heads
It must...

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I love the end of the day,
when the sun want to climb into bed.
The moon will be rising soon,
showing off it's big bright face.

 

The...

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The northern pintail does not hesitate.
For mating season, he's never late.
When he espies the first spring flower,
He heads north at fifty miles per hour....

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”Flowers are the creator’s finishing touch, perfection in last strokes of His brush.”Quote - Poet’s own

Zinnia awakes in the morning mist
Awaiting the moment the earth...

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