Vases Poems - Poems about Vases

... Here is a poem request I wrote. It's for a lady who enjoys gardening and has great pleasure in keeping her vases filled with fresh flowers.Enjoying the beauty of nature. Poem and pictures on my ......

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... Hyacinth Hands Mother, ego-cracker, birthed an embodiment of freedom plaited with slavery petunia planter, marjoram with Malay curry and rice, yet scarcity her best perform......

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...Philippine dwarf sunflowers Beautiful, swarming all the way A walk to go nicely looking The flower seeds that was cast away Now scattered blooming without end Among the rocky greenfield As far ......

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...She knows her own heart, wears it well, shows it off. People want to be with her, she has groupies. They cannot wait to see her, every year, at the festival. She is the pretty one with a flowered ......

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...In the penumbra of life, a choir of lost souls dances, Their ephemeral steps leave traces on the sands of passing time, Their dreams, like night butterflies, crash into closed windows, While the s......

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...Samuel Woodruff was a very old man, who once drummed for the army; That marched to his rhythmic music, along with all fifers, playing hearty. That was a lifetime ago, in dawn days so pink......

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... flowers near the window in bright yellow a filmy white curtain swaying in the breeze late afternoon sunshine bouncing off walls a tea pot steaming a tea cup empty a book lyin......

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...Rainy Days On rainy days celery sticks make pillow forts, cookies eat packs of cards, test tubes learn how to draw, vases lip sync Gloria Estefan songs, paper airplanes look at old p......

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...Today I saw Greek vases And a room by Frank Lloyd Wright, Lots of paintings by impressionists, Which always bring delight… Fancy furnishings and jewelry, Some sculptures and stained glass, An......

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...We lay flowers on the grave never gave them to the living we put them in fancy vases when we finally say I love you a sundial whispers -it's too late You think you've mastered forever 'til f......

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...MEMORIES OF WAR In prison we turmoiled packed up cards to fall whilst they sucked genitals like bonbons a quartz on a table gleamed its knowing War torn ghettos with swollen stoma......

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...Interview With a Rock I was conceived in the warm haven of a mother’s womb. Developing, growing, morphing through the epochs of time. Then, on no day in particular, I emerged into the sunlight.......

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...Throughout my life dad and I have done many things together graduating from Crayola, fishing and wiffleball to tune-ups, casinos and funerals. After one particularly salty funeral: Dad and I we......

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...I walked in to the four bed rooms, four baths of my daughter’s house with big living room, dining room, washing room, back and front yards, master bedroom with bath and walk-in closets. Painted......

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...SEA GLASS Memories are sea glass on the beach Washed and cleansed from the waves Staring up as eyes in the morning sun Some blue, some green, some clear Reflecting shades of different things ......

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