Flowers Romanticism Poems

As soft moonlight shone upon the maiden,
   She pulled her dark hair away from her face.
   With fresh flowers, her garden...

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Nature's Beauty

The world is full of beautiful nature,
Of wonder and in the pursuit,
In the landscapes, the mountains, 
And the oceans that we view.

The skies: their...

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she has a special magic 
or so it seems to me
in the early morning when i rise
i process the beans in the grinder
a short succession...

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Bristle summer days
In a land full of flowers and mountains....
—I love the warmth of your embrace
that makes pleasure worthwhile
and worries far away

In the winter night,
Saving...

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The red glow of her eyes seeks truth.
The twisted lips of glory has became rude
And the hair is the place where I sail
But sank after...

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Flowers before my eyes
 Dancing below the skies
   Flowers for your eyes
    Twirling yellow in dyes

Flowers I offer you
 Waltzing...

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there is a reason i requested this restaurant
much to ponder tonight in our realm
i brought you here on our first date
praying anxiously for a Lady...

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there is a gravity to you
whenever crossing the room
it is an existence that bends light
into an aura capturing my every breath 
a plasma that penetrates...

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As This Heart Wakes To Your Soft Touch

Sounding a change a call to arms  
echoes in heart's beatings
waging battles against world's harm
found within dawn's...

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If this was the final blink
And we exploded with laughter
Do we become a sun in another galaxy?
Cos everyone else wants to say enough

Sit here with...

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You are the season that opened my heart
the birthday present my eyes sought
the sun rises and you’re in my thoughts
as night falls our world’s seemingly...

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Forth from the heaven, from the misty moorlands of all sacred woodland greens,
drop by drop by striking the pebbles and untouched vegetations oozes, 
the intoning...

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Spring's First Morn, Promise Of Those Rising Seeds

When seeking beauty, 'tis the rose I choose
Its flaming reds, 'oft love and truth infuse
And so reminds fine...

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“Tall Poppies, Cactus Flowers and a Girl Not Called Betty”



All the Flamingos were called Betty
on a crowded beach somewhere 

Well heeled stuck in the quick...

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