Short Perennials Poems
Short Perennials Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Perennials by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Perennials by length and keyword.
On our lawn I stand
Admiring three Islands
Perennials returned
Your harsh words they've outgrown
How would YOUR garden grow?
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Tulips in Spring
Daffodil-Summer
Snowflakes, December’s designs
~ melt on the front of my Hummer
petite orange daisy
perennials delight me
howling with gorgeous
dark gray sky sets in
daisy anticipates rain
day turns into night
fall
rust shades
leaves dapple
cool playful ground
perennials bloom
festivities
shorter days
long nights
fall
11/7/2023
I live
in
Paradise
alive
in
love...
allow yourself
depth
think
dig
infinite
eternity
loving
words
perennials
pleasures
sentimental
poetry...
A backyard garden
planted with flowering perennials
so as not to seem deliberate
the green stalks swell
with anticipation
awaiting the creaking gate
of summer to open up
letting in, with a firm step,
the first orange flowers
Lost efforts
Will sometime abound
Not something needing
To hang around
Time in the moments
Can not be regained
But the rain check
Rings back from the mind
Giving better means to wind
Of ways to astound
The understanding
Peeks an attitude
Knowing the word lost
paints wins turn
Winter perennials lavished with hope
under layers of crisp snow
waiting their turn
Spring perennials hope to be noticed
duller than annuals
but more dependable and loyal
Summer perennials outlasting the annuals
proudly soaking up morning dew
last men standing
Fall perennials going away gently
giving their seeds gladly
easy like trees
Smith-Gilbert trails — trellises of Georgia roses, the piney scent of conifers, plentiful perennials, the shady pond with splashing koi, the mulberry bowl, hand in hand — my grandson and I.
amid faerie garden
and bonsai forest —
buzz of coneflowers
7/19/2020
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When fall comes the perennials change, then die
Usually, a frost comes then the tops turn brown
All seems lost for soon even the ground seems gone
Frozen, hard, some even three feet apply
When a farmer drops a seed in the soil,
And earth warms after nice spring rain comes down
That seed will be drawn to come forth one dawn
For it's design by God, devil won't foil
It pushes on
finis'
riot of colors
early spring perennials~
edible petals
I looked up some articles that said, if not chemically treated, tulip
petals may be used in salads or garnishes.
used howmanysyllables.com
April 2, 2022
entered in the Nature in Spring Themed Haiku Poetry Contest placed 9th
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
April 14, 2022
entered in the Bite Size no. 42 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
I need plant therapy
begin planting mid May
annuals are brighter and prettier
but I usually plant perennials
because they reappear each year
the red geraniums are nodding to me
a gorgeous hydrangea gives me a nod
better have some Miracle Grow
I do not quite fill up my trunk
So I come back and get three more plants
the cashier smiles at me; she knows me well
Bet I’ll see you two more times today, she says
She is not wrong
On our lawn I stand
Admiring three Islands
Perennials returned
Your harsh words they've outgrown
How would your garden grow?
Again you scoffed at
Sheer joy I earn with carve and trim
Life to lawn once dying
wins.
I know that feel inside
As you rock with breeze
Rocking chairs have held you
Have heard, "We don't need those."
There you go again
Denying flowers before I die
Your pie waits in the sky?
Keep banking sans expiration date.
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Raking out the garden,
Straightening the stones,
Thinning the perennials,
Removing old dog bones.
Cutting off dead branches,
Clearing out the hedge,
Burning all the rubbish,
Straighten gardens edge.
The air is finally warmer.
Spring flowers raise their heads.
The Tulips and the Hyacinths first,
To look up from their beds.
Next the Daffodils break ground,
Soon to raise their sunny faces,
And I rush to prepare the ground,
Make ready all their places.
She sleeps under her perennial sheets
Her mattress is six feet deep
The head and footrest approximate her size
Her hand holds a single red rose that cries
Years ago, her bed was scented
With crushed petals of a dozen roses
The happiness of her wedding day
Good intentions to which she’d pay
This pretty girl in perennials lives
In an affluent neighborhood that thrives
With rolling green hills and quiet trees
She paid the ultimate price of a rich man’s bride
My little bit of natural life.
Its biodiversity rife.
Frogs, bugs, butterflies, hedgehogs, mice.
Annuals, perennials, lice.
Fruit, cherries, blackberries, no strife!
All in peak condition, no blite.
Every day new finds excite!
New for the county too, quite nice.
My little bit!
Records have to be recorded… type.
New finds my contribution… life
Each new record another slice,
For what it takes I’ll pay the price.
Enjoyed by me and my dear wife.
My little bit!
My little bit of natural life.
Its biodiversity rife.
Frogs, bugs, butterflies, hedgehogs, mice.
Annuals, perennials, lice.
Fruit, cherries, blackberries, no strife!
All in peak condition, no blite.
Every day new finds excite!
New for the county too, quite nice.
My little bit!
Records have to be recorded… type.
New finds my contribution… life
Each new record another slice,
For what it takes I’ll pay the price.
Enjoyed by me and my dear wife.
My little bit!