Flowers Tanka Poems

nothing seems to last
flowers weep faded petals
a faint scent lingers
once blooming in bright color
my poems have lost their appeal

emotions wither
wilted words whirl in the wind
bereft...

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Sweet snowdrop bells ring!
The violets are coming
Days are chanting spring.
Crimson camelias call
from dreams near the garden wall.

Gold sun fields await
rich tulips of tomorrow!
Lily's never late.
Then...

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a bush that flowers
with sweet tart berries in June
great for jams and pies ~
grandma made juneberry jam
when a little girl . . . ...

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Misty roses, red
with pink haze, orange lilies;
Lilac promenade.
Purple pansies on the porch,
dusk soon to carry the torch.

'At last' roses, peach
chocolate cosmos, shrouded,
Yellow daisies smile.
Gardens loved...

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Melaleuca tree
so beautiful white flowers
not tea that we drink
the alternifolia
Australian tea tree for oil...

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He shall be a bee
Hovering round all of me.
A field of flowers
Petals flying all around,
As he collects my nectar....

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Beautiful flowers
in a vase, reflecting love,
light up life with joy:-
Nature, giving life to life,
messaging human nature:-
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GOD'S FLOWERS

We're not buds of war,
we're the flowers of God,
scented with his love.
The world is God's garden.
We must fruit it with world peace:-


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Tulips of morning
just waked from amaranth dreams,
meet glittering sun.
Dogwood rose opens redly
Pink dawn's jewel shines steady.

Beautiful flowers
respond to warmth's mute caress!
They're a dream come true
in...

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weeping on a lea
speaking in sotto voce
I am the spring rain...
whispering to the flowers
murmuring soft to the trees...

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Floating, fluttering playing among the flowers,
A butterfly... I wonder if it's the butterfly or my Fu.
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Strawberry red skies
when home beckons through sage woods
Pink love's going down
as dewdrops on purple rose
prior to the velvet close

Flowers follow me
their fantasy fragrances
recalling burnt gold
Beauty's...

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This world?
Moonlit dew
flicked from a crane’s bill.
—Eihei Dogen Kigen translation by Michael R. Burch

Seventy-one?
How long
can a dewdrop last?
—Eihei Dogen Kigen translation of his jisei (death...

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