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Short Celandine Poems

Short Celandine Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Celandine by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Celandine by length and keyword.


Premium Member More Is Less
A
lesser
celandine-
January
joy...

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Categories: celandine, nature, seasons
Form: Lanterne



Premium Member Buttercup

was never a weed
common lesser celandine 
meadow buttercup
...

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Categories: celandine, flower,
Form: Haiku
Premium Member Dazzled
Catkins
and cowslips,
primroses too-
celandine stars..yellow
my view...

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Categories: celandine, nature
Form: Cinqku
Premium Member Angel Eyes
Sticthchwort,speedwell,celandine
Sprinkled in the dew
Jostle in the rain,with feverfew-
Cowslips ,delicate as lace
Evidence God's grace...

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Categories: celandine, nature
Form: Tanka
Spring Flowers
Azalea of new
Bring the cornflower New
Evening Sun absorbed by the Glory of the snow
Calling upon the peach blossom slow
Ever the Lilacs are mixed fair
Dote on the Gerberas over there
Abridge and count petals of a Greater Celandine
Round about the Croas shines
Irises smile
At the Spoonwood for a mile
Nearing the sweet pea as Axalea of New.
April 2016...

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Categories: celandine, love,
Form: Abecedarian



Premium Member Through a Child's Eyes
Golden yellow buttercups growing in the ground. Dainty little female child, eyes with wonder round. “Beautiful,’’ the child beamed. Face alight with joy. “Weeds,’’ retorted Nanny Grey. Foot poised to destroy. Trembling tears that filled her eyes caught the golden glow. Mirrored in the child's heart, truth we need to know. Some see beauty in this world, others may not heed. Common Lesser Celandine, never was a weed.
...

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Categories: celandine, childhood
Form: Couplet
Premium Member The Old Painter
The Old Painter

sublime my paintings, memory be
lost in time, I now must see

where once the gale winds trembled chill
wrapped in blankets, remember still

a touch, a kiss, the summer sun
from deep within, must now be spun

I frolic to and fro in time
my brush, alas..... can only mime

I still can hear cicadas' whine
but yearn for yellow celandine

tho memories fade, my spirit thrives
aflush! my paintings will survive!...

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Categories: celandine, time,
Form: Couplet

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