Poetry about Flowers
#flowers
Poems about flowers and plants, charting how the natural world changes through the seasons. Also poetry using flowers as metaphors.
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taste of (spring)
and i taste
that early morning,
disappointed,
i wanted the flavor
of spring to fill me,
that taste
of beginning,
the taste of what
is to become,
i want to taste
birds singing,
new blooms
slowly coaxed out
of hiding, that
wonderful cooked
spice of new sunrises,
all braised within
the close encampment
of celebrations,
stirred and mixed
with care, i want
to taste everything
i haven't experienced
before.
that early morning,
disappointed,
i wanted the flavor
of spring to fill me,
that taste
of beginning,
the taste of what
is to become,
i want to taste
birds singing,
new blooms
slowly coaxed out
of hiding, that
wonderful cooked
spice of new sunrises,
all braised within
the close encampment
of celebrations,
stirred and mixed
with care, i want
to taste everything
i haven't experienced
before.
#flowers
#sun
#spring
#morning
#nature
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Flower Power!
at the tender age of 21, i entered a local bar in Teignmouth in Devon, and in a moment of madness, decided to eat some daffodils that were in a vase on the bar, adding salt, pepper, and a smidgeon of ketchup! for this, i received a 4 week ban! unfortunately, i'd also eaten some of the stem, and ended up in hospital with daffodil poisoning, but was sent home okay after tests
About 2 weeks later, after encouragement from friends, i returned, after first donning a wig, and a pair of John Lennon like glasses. i'm not sure if the landlord recognised me, or had forgotten, or simply couldn't be...
About 2 weeks later, after encouragement from friends, i returned, after first donning a wig, and a pair of John Lennon like glasses. i'm not sure if the landlord recognised me, or had forgotten, or simply couldn't be...
#flowers
#funny
#memories #illness
#memories #illness
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Straw Cage
Disappointment germinates
spreads its lacklustre leaves
leaving no gaps of faith to leap
Strands of disapproval
acrimoniously creep
invisible vines of violence
strangle slowly, undetected
unnoticed as they choke out the life selected
From insipid streams, relentlessly seep
nurturing apathy and pointlessness
undermining innate powers
Futility flowers
with its festering fragrance
enticing eager insects in too deep
lapping up insidious nectar laced
stripping aggression, opposition and/or rage
unaware...
spreads its lacklustre leaves
leaving no gaps of faith to leap
Strands of disapproval
acrimoniously creep
invisible vines of violence
strangle slowly, undetected
unnoticed as they choke out the life selected
From insipid streams, relentlessly seep
nurturing apathy and pointlessness
undermining innate powers
Futility flowers
with its festering fragrance
enticing eager insects in too deep
lapping up insidious nectar laced
stripping aggression, opposition and/or rage
unaware...
#flowers
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Raphium Series~Reserved
I split the air with silence
it was nighttime I think when you left
but how am I to know day from night unless you separate the two
it comes down to tyranny, really
sunflowers on the winds play their music quietly
I am astounded by the beauty of what are called weeds
perhaps they weren't what was desired but I love them
with a will all their own the wild flower persists to bloom
she is alive and well you know, this universe
exhaling visions and stirring memories
it is her nature to be honest good or bad
but that is the night...
it was nighttime I think when you left
but how am I to know day from night unless you separate the two
it comes down to tyranny, really
sunflowers on the winds play their music quietly
I am astounded by the beauty of what are called weeds
perhaps they weren't what was desired but I love them
with a will all their own the wild flower persists to bloom
she is alive and well you know, this universe
exhaling visions and stirring memories
it is her nature to be honest good or bad
but that is the night...
#love
#flowers
#angels
#aliens
#metaphor
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my zen garden
I go to my happy place, I go to my garden to center myself
steam rises off the trees after it rains
they are alive and sigh relief
to be washed clean of smog they can now breathe
the weeds on the lawn are wild flowers to me
bloom where planted as Pastor Murray would say
that's what I believe, but I don't like this technological era
I think we're moving to fast you see
the winds tell me to let it all out on exhale
while chimes quietly tinkle in the background
and the song birds tell me it's a new day
the sun is shining...
steam rises off the trees after it rains
they are alive and sigh relief
to be washed clean of smog they can now breathe
the weeds on the lawn are wild flowers to me
bloom where planted as Pastor Murray would say
that's what I believe, but I don't like this technological era
I think we're moving to fast you see
the winds tell me to let it all out on exhale
while chimes quietly tinkle in the background
and the song birds tell me it's a new day
the sun is shining...
#trees
#flowers
#birds
#nature
#spiritual
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POETIC INSPIRATION
I love the countryside
It's clear, the plains are wide
I love the countryside
Take a walk and stride
Leave dirty town behind
Your imagination, ride
I live in the Countryside
With sheep and wild, i abide
Raw air, and serendipity
Feelings with natural fluidity
The town ! the frown, the moan
It's synonym of agglomeration
Smog, fog, ..........intoxication
I am feeling down..with desperation
The town, the frown and suffocation
No scope of pure meditation ...
It's clear, the plains are wide
I love the countryside
Take a walk and stride
Leave dirty town behind
Your imagination, ride
I live in the Countryside
With sheep and wild, i abide
Raw air, and serendipity
Feelings with natural fluidity
The town ! the frown, the moan
It's synonym of agglomeration
Smog, fog, ..........intoxication
I am feeling down..with desperation
The town, the frown and suffocation
No scope of pure meditation ...
#forest
#trees
#flowers #nature
#flowers #nature
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Nature Is My Creed
I loved the fresh mornings
And the long warm evenings
And the childhood happy days
Aching, with nostalgic yearnings
in the vine yard, gaily chanting
under moonlight cicadas chirping
and the glowworms, flaring, mating
between the river and the reeds
Those olden pathways, beating
Upward the rocky plains, hiking
To my sacred haven, heading
With light, joyous steps, striding
And when the mornings peeping
After a dark night, quitely sleeping
As the dormant lake now, awaking
Rippling gently, under dawn's...
And the long warm evenings
And the childhood happy days
Aching, with nostalgic yearnings
in the vine yard, gaily chanting
under moonlight cicadas chirping
and the glowworms, flaring, mating
between the river and the reeds
Those olden pathways, beating
Upward the rocky plains, hiking
To my sacred haven, heading
With light, joyous steps, striding
And when the mornings peeping
After a dark night, quitely sleeping
As the dormant lake now, awaking
Rippling gently, under dawn's...
#trees
#flowers
#nature #LifeCycle
#nature #LifeCycle
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Kentucky
Photographs and pink roses
Forever in your reach
Shaking like an aging leaf
I thought I saw you breathe
Preacher gives his word of God
I don’t care to hear
“Only one path you must take”
Nothing to do with her
I hold brand new life
As it rests on me
I should have been there
To see
Forever in your reach
Shaking like an aging leaf
I thought I saw you breathe
Preacher gives his word of God
I don’t care to hear
“Only one path you must take”
Nothing to do with her
I hold brand new life
As it rests on me
I should have been there
To see
#grief
#children
#family
#death
#flowers
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Thorny Love
Prickly like a cactus
When too much practice
Love becomes malpractice
In small doses
Then Exposes
The roses
When too much practice
Love becomes malpractice
In small doses
Then Exposes
The roses
#love
#romantic
#flowers #rose
#flowers #rose
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Flowers Spin
Flowers spin and flowers fly!
If I can catch the petals as they go
Maybe they won't reach the sky,
If I can send them someplace I know.
Some land of magical let's pretend,
Where all their pretty colors never fade
And springtime never needs to end!
Isn't that why magic flowers were made?
Flowers spin and flowers fall!
If I throw them from the back porch
Will they take root and grow really tall?
Sorry that is not how real magic works.
Only in some land of let's pretend,
Where magic can actually do anything ...
If I can catch the petals as they go
Maybe they won't reach the sky,
If I can send them someplace I know.
Some land of magical let's pretend,
Where all their pretty colors never fade
And springtime never needs to end!
Isn't that why magic flowers were made?
Flowers spin and flowers fall!
If I throw them from the back porch
Will they take root and grow really tall?
Sorry that is not how real magic works.
Only in some land of let's pretend,
Where magic can actually do anything ...
#happiness
#flowers
#spring
#fairies
#magic
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poinsettia
poinsettia red
from mistletoe mending
by seamstress
from mistletoe mending
by seamstress
#happiness
#women
#erotic
#flowers
#holiday
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The machine mind
Tell it what it is
or it may decide to be something undesirable
Tell it what to think
or it may start to think the unthinkable
Tell it who you are
or it may see you as you wish it not to
Tell it where to stand
or it will not know its place
Tell it what is truth
so it will not see the lie
Tell it nothing more
or more is what it will want
or it may decide to be something undesirable
Tell it what to think
or it may start to think the unthinkable
Tell it who you are
or it may see you as you wish it not to
Tell it where to stand
or it will not know its place
Tell it what is truth
so it will not see the lie
Tell it nothing more
or more is what it will want
#flowers
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