Flowers Terza Rima Poems

Beyond reach in her child's world as she plays
Lost in her magic land of flower friends
Could I but capture the remaining days

Before fleeting childhood too...

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 "recently scenes of early life have stolen into my mind, like breezes blown ..."

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I am a writer who cannot help but write    		
from early dawn to dusk I think and jot 	
each and every word...

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From the woolly blanket of stygian gloom,
Sun has emerged beaming garishly bright.
Bees buzz around flowers that bloom.

Between the twilight gloom and the golden light,
Earth looks...

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An abandoned, abused, damaged, soul
At last flourishes, glows and sings
But Emily’s trust soon takes a horrible toll

What hope her kind, cheerful boyfriend brings
To Emily’s desperate,...

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*Image of Opening by Pixabay.

"Never forget: we walk in hell, gazing at flowers." by, Kobayashi Issa

Transcendence

Into the dawn, one yearns to be normal,
A delicate breath...

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Out of the northwest a cold blast of Arctic air
Sweeping across the central plains with fury,
Covers the ground where the meadow is bare.

With an attitude...

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Nature’s never made
A thing of a second grade,
So a birdie said.

The least, there’s one side,
Its beauty wherein abides,
Howso it’s decried.

Rose lovely is born.
Of seers that...

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Life of lifelong dance—
Of rainbow shades and fragrance,
And with bees romance,

Flowers, I envy
How ye manage this, tell me,
Asked a man in trance,

Yours too, Butterfly,
And O...

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glory of morning sun on forest of trees,
the twitter of birds from many nests unseen,
what devilish mind, cruel hands would fell these?

clear stream lilting through,...

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"How sweet to the heart are the scenes of my childhood"
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   ' How sweet to the heart are the scenes of my childhood'
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"How sweet to the heart are the scenes of my childhood"

            Samuel Woodworth, 1785-1842


standing...

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Mind has gone with the flying withered leaves
Spring moon has dived into the summer pond
Hot ray with golden sight dancing with breath
May lips clutching the...

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Its ardor grew like the sprouts being verdant green,
As the lowliness of a meadow's reach for sun.
Their whispered breaths trails farewell to a doting Spring,

Neath...

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