Blooming Poems - Poems about Blooming

keep on becoming, let mind, spirit, and soul sprout; blooming your nature:- ...

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Her soil, soaked in blood, sought to stymie fertile seeds; but justice stilled bloomed:- ...

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"Spring Is Coming Alive With My Five Senses." Quote By Poet I see the beautiful spring flowers blooming. I feel the new day's sun upon my face. I taste the fresh red juicy strawberries. I touch the soft brown baby bunny. I smell the rain after the day has been watered....

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In the desert of doubt and fear, A flower blooms, resilient and clear. Like this bloom, we stand tall and bright, Nurturing our passions, through day and night. The desert's harsh conditions test our will, But we draw strength from our inner still. We brave the burning sand, and weather the storm, For our dreams are worth the desert's form. In this arid...

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~ Creative Arts Agency (CAA) ~ Mr. Biden just signed with the CAA Yippie-kay-ay and Hurray! CAA's a talent agency Joe’s is blooming ‘latency’ ...

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Artificial blooms cause delight! Exquisite freesias, geraniums, hellebores Iris, jasmine, kaffir lilies. My neighbour Oscar plants quirky realistic stems. Transplanting unkempt verges with xanthic yellow zinnias. ...

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Cherry blossoms in full bloom Pink petals falling Falling all around Pink petals falling Falling to the ground Daffodils showing their faces Daffodiles springing up in strange places Yellow, orange and white Are quite a pretty sights Snow drops and blue bells Growing wild beside me Snow drops and blue bells Growing wild beside me Tulips blooming All consuming In the garden Everything is blooming...

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The cloudy sky, filled with the fragrance of wet sand, The view, you and the beautiful us walking hand in hand. You tell me that I look like a little blooming flower, But how can I tell you that this happiness is the result of the love that you shower. You ask me what I like, But how...

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His pillow argued with his peace of mind. The bedroom floor had abandoned his feet for his heart now had wings. Despite loving the same woman for decades, he has a preposterous crush on a silly giggling TV girl. Perhaps (he thought), I should consider one last inappropriate daydream. The old man then died smiling ironically with few regrets....

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I am the poet of the garden, hear my song My petals are pages where verses belong Rooted in the earth, yet reaching for the sky I write my story as days and seasons fly My first draft sprouts, a tender green shoot Pushing through the soil, finding my root Each leaf unfurls, a stanza takes the form Braving the elements, defying...

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Sitting on the block of the day Looking into amethyst abyss No longer seen as hunter or prey Disenfranchised like blue cold kiss Watching the animals fight their wars Knowing some win some lose Feeling the wrath of attention whores Singing their hill street blues On the block of irrelevant images Whatever the dress of the time Homeless roaming toward suttle scrimmages For...

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Chetta is the nom de plume of a brassy, classy, sassy, and a little bit trashy sister of the summer sun, she's a lover of sugar and spice and everything nice; feels sunny, funny, and a little poetic, but fears the wrong word, the wrong rhyme and the typo; her dream is to see the world in peace, children in laughter,...

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Ashy Prinia pair Flitted across my garden Catching something here and there Yellow Portulaca flowers looked brighter Once they saw this Ashy Prinia pair A lone lotus Swayed as the gentle birds Flitted across my garden I wondered how They stayed happy while Catching something here and there ...

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blooming daylily gold asiatic lily.... hummingbird sips spring back door opens to garden hummingbird tries to enter...

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There’s nothing to mourn about death, any more than the blooming of a rose, What’s truly terrible isn’t death, but the lives that are wasted. People lose their essence in the abyss of forgetfulness, Throwing their days into an ocean of ignorance, foolish and uncaring. They live in the shadow of an empty existence, lost in the mundane void, Too...

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