Flower Girl Poems - Poems about Flower Girl

Flowers look beautiful Like beautiful girls But there are some beautiful flowers That need to be cared by gentle men Whose hands don't afraid to get dirt Whose mind don't skip to water it everyday Giving the flowers enough sunlight they blossom more Don't escape responsibility to nurture it Flowers are beautiful and delicate Like girls are sensitive and fragile Girls are easy...

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Sprucy Lucy watering blooms As pooch lounges, the kitten grooms Each sprout peaks out toward the sun Rising in vibrant hues who’ll stun Lucy speaks sweetly to the pup As she watches kitty act up Picking bright flowers, just for fun Rising in vibrant hues who’ll stun Sprucy Lucy loves Summer’s buds Watering each shoot til’ it floods Her friends know she can’t be outdone Rising...

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lovely poetess working on her new poem the neat flower girl...

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Ever since I was just a little girl, I loved to leap and dance, swirl, whirl and twirl. Also, each day I liked to pick flowers, oh, I could do this for hours, hours. Sometimes, I would do both things, twirl and pick, when doing this I had to be quite quick. The blooms for mom- made up...

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summery regal by roadway little girl's june crown...

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Alone the bones of the room bear no weight of responsibility nor does it bare its breast of secrets a broken pane provides a breath with a pang of lavender a wistful inhale inhabits the lungs of this space as the room tries to embrace oh embrace the breathing breeze to squeeze a semblance of...

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Petite orange carrots were slipping off of her hat Lilies and petunias said “what do you think of that?” Roses and carnations gave a little appreciation dance. Celery and parsley flavored a stew south of France....

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Glittering beauty her name is Gladiolus Into blossom of her ringing heart Geranium ...

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A daisy-faced sky. Of all Reawoke freshness The most trustful lit, so leant In its cheerfulness. Pale, spotless, impeccable. Where's its schoolgirl's mime? Besides, Day, as flushed to greet Its well past which time!...

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Feminine, each stitch. Whilst ludicrous A flower to name. Its garment and its person Are one and the same!...

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Romantic-minded, young flower girl in delicate chiffon blue Flipped her dainty lace petticoats up; her name was Lu. Her lively hands kept touching the embroidered flowers. She was excited about the wedding and all the showers...

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I swim slowly, almost languidly, But alert, careful not to let my hands Break the surface, make the faintest sound. Oppressive stillness into which a tropical bird Cries with an old man's voice. Only my eyes and nose above The smooth warm liquid. My long black hair rising and falling across The small eddies of my movement. A white gardenia behind one...

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This may sound a little bizarre But listen to my tale of love A tale so rare, so tender, so sweet Transcends all others above Way back in nineteen-fifty-seven Sweet Linda and I were married Our flower girl was her eight year old sister A bouquet of roses she carried Linda and I enjoyed many great years Till tragedy struck in ninety-eight Contracting a very...

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HIS SILVER LILY   My life is a miracle There was no hope for me They said I'll never live To see the age of three Oh but God had a plan They stood in awe and wondered They could not understand The mystery of the thunder As child I faced much sickness They almost gave up on me They said I would never weigh No more than...

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My Granddaughter Haiku Just a bit of time My pretty Vivienne Lei Gave me a sheer joy....

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