Wildflowers Poems - Poems about Wildflowers

~ wild flowers - active reproduction and spread - the yard is overgrown ~...

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Written May 30, 2025 For the International Contest, MONOKLITTERATION Sponsor, Nette, Onclaud _______________________________________ winsome wandering where whimsical wildflowers whisper~ weeping words...

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wilting wallflowers wishing they were wild and wooly ...

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Down in a cabin built by Daddy’s hand, On the far side of her Grandpappy’s land, Long now forgotten but once filled with life, Daddy and Momma as husband and wife… And only one child survived Momma’s womb Down where the wildflowers bloom. A beautiful child, as stories would tell, Who danced through fields in a dress of pastel, The pride of...

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a statement in their freedom of expression the verdant undergrowth – a green carpet, indispersed with yellow, white and rose flowers – leaning away from the regimental lines of the centre lane of poplars the tree trunks, a whimsical hue of lilac a profound blend of renewal, early love, and spiritual wisdom in the overall aesthetics a contrast in colour...

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My mind’s where fairy tales reside, where a mote and castle collide; A prince on a porcelain steed, running away with him I’m freed; Maybe a kingdom made of waves, it’s wily princess misbehaves; Locked inside it’s turbulent walls, ‘Anywhere but here!’ her soul calls; When the darkness closes my eyes I open them to salmon skies; Blackbirds and vibrant wildflowers, reality my daydream scours; He and...

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Do you ever wonder why when girls name themselves They always choose the names of flowers it's because we were meant to be wild We were meant to dance barefoot on hallowed ground To long for the moon We were born of stars, of the Earth Oceans and Rivers In our veins lies a magic as old as time itself These bodies...

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Come with me where wildflowers bloom Among weeds in the meadow we'll dance Each day we'll meet and hold hands at dusk delighting in the change of colors in the sky When the moon glows with pearlescent light we'll spend the night beneath a million stars ...

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pink fireweed blooms through the spokes of the ghost bike beside the highway ...

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Roads long squandered, Routes trained to memory. a crack in the long unyielding concrete unremarkable. Then, a wildflower A peculiar pink. Leather, nostalgia. Cinnamon, mellow. Stop dead in my tracks, Wistful, yearn. Many a while did I dream of creation After all, what does it take? Soil, water, an undefeated soul. Many a while did I long for something that called me God. Many a while did I pick...

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No gravestone witnessed on these grounds, Field of Blood the worn sign read. Blue flowers thrive with tinge of white within this field where mercy runs; Countless folk lie buried here Abandoned, forgotten– these dead. Still nature honors them with care each June when wild cornflowers bloom. ...

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I see you through the purple flowers. Heart churning in your chest. Sitting cross legged, pumped with powers. Crowning chastity through your crest. Wildflowers hear your song, for it is their song too. The bumblebee lies atop your head, buzzing with the tune. Cows grazing in the field below begin to sway and moo. Red and orange...

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Engrossing sunbirds, bees and butterflies Smirks subtly a cluster of wildflowers Dispersing seeds Through wind and rain A barren monotonous plain the wildflowers pervade Singing to the tunes of bees Waving to the songs of breeze The wildflowers set a dais to please the audience Cosmos, the team head Vibrant colors they widespread Dandelions, the collaborators Destined to list our wishes good The divine scent they proliferate around Is all enough...

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In a meadow where wildflowers twine, Two little friends, in sunshine, align. A bunny with fur as soft as new snow, And a cheeky squirrel with eyes all aglow. They bound through the clover, chase golden rays, With giggles and whispers that dance in the haze. They twirl under rainbows that arch in the sky, In this whimsical world, their...

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Forest fairies fly the righteous path When the sun kissed leaves transform at last Turning shimmering shades of red like wrath As fairy blood reveals the past Of countless summers gone too soon And dropping deep in earth and time The wildflowers turning to the moon Drinking in the nighttime wine Fairy blood thus stink...

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