Wild Flower Poems - Poems about Wild Flower

O’ my dearest love, I gather the world’s rarest petals for you— Ghost Orchid fragrance lingers in the marsh’s quiet air look, love, it fades then rises in the curve of my hands on the curve of your hips— like time like breath like us. But...

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A wild flower, grew up through a crack in the pavement, I wondered, why already not trampled by so many preoccupied feet? Sat I down on a park-bench, further pondering this yellow charmer, to which I cordially gave greet -- “little tenant,” oh just missed another! Thinking I saw it, knowingly parry aside; (one wild flower, persistent, determined not its beauty...

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To grow without witness, on the far side of the meadow all alone Miles from judgements or fingers pointing out the rights and the wrongs A view so pure and serene when gazing into the night sky Soon to be gone tomorrows sun has promised to shine for you and I Free are the roots exploring just beneath the...

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An unpretentious wild flower Peeped out of the crannied stone ledge A peach coloured blossom With bright yellow stamens around her navel She had an exquisite charm With a seductive smile So pretty that she could put to shame Her garden cousins stationed high She nodded her head in the breeze As if to invite the footloose ramblers Who might chance to pass that way To...

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Not a soul for miles In lea of a lonely isle, And a flower smiles, Seen or not, liked or not, smiles, It’s flower’s nature to smile. ________________________________ Tanka |13.05.2021| Topic: flower, smile, nature...

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Your Fall recurrence, sprinkling lawns multicolor. ...

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The wild flower the wild flower loudly flourishes but deaf sober intoxicated by cities we cannot perceive the miraculous rumble...

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Soft white lace, your face. ...

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Blossoms/Grows out in the wilderness ,in the dark ,towards the light, its beauty knows no limits and the frangrance enchanting. Deep rooted ,strong yet so light and envigorting and its hue changes as a ray of sun, from dawn to dusk. Holds all the colours and yet is colourless. Is guarded/surrounded by giant serpents, spewing venom when angered. Tried their luck to tame...

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In the fields of life she grows wild and free amongst the wild flowers soaking the sun; gracing the world with her simple beauty this sweet wild flower is second to none; while spreading her seed from mountain to sea, this simple dandelion forever free. She’s seen in the meadow facing the sky; gently swaying with the warm summer breeze; perpetual motion as...

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My heart feels like wild flowers bursting from ash ready to show you how vibrant only you can make me feel your kisses leave me weak and your laughter makes me smile a sound I can replay like an old cassette I close my eyes and I'm there with you in the night I wish would never end...

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Wild Flower By Nate Spears Published 2013 In Death Of A Rose by Nate Spears Rescue this sunflower It's capable of being a ray of light Nurture it, value it, and love it Its petals are more delicate than they appear in sight A wild flower it is; but it displays beauty The facts of its species remain unknown Its fight...

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Unassuming simplicity Child of the wild A bit of color to catch the eyes It’s too much to leave her behind Sentimental blindness Can only give bad guidance Leave her; why break her? Look only, but do not touch You’ll soil your hands Can never be friends To embrace nature is not in your nature Think you’ll just put her on your...

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Wild Flower wild flower carpet in the garden of roses nature’s harmony Erich J. Goller Haiku contest Decmber 10 ...

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Your spores, seeds not gratuitously panned Randomly disbursing; o'er dale, hill fanned In due season, without preening hand In quilted colonies, shroud the hinterland No cultivating touches o'er clandestine strand No manicured plot o'er uncultured roots spanned No bridled station your space to remand In tidy rows you'll never band No gilded plot, burnished borders to withstand In unfettered, raw beauty o'er pristine vistas...

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