Flowers Nature Poems

Nature's beauty 
Is making me forget 
How much I can't stand ants
The flowers by the wayside 
Got my curiosity and attention 
The sound of the...

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BUTTERFLY

Fly O butterfly fly in the clear and sunny day
Fly about in freedom in your haphazard way.
Fly onto colorful flowers and plants giving sustenance away
Fly...

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Wonderful trees and flowers
Which attract many people
The beautiful scenery 
Makes people feel good 
And comfortable.

Beautiful fall colors 
Wish our trees would turn 
Colorful, with red,...

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Pretty flowers
Awesome garden
Lovely sunset....

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Vivacious, young Adele was quite popular, for she had lots of friends;
Like night's affinity with creamy stars, of joyful glitter that never ends.

She was a...

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Whispers of the dawn, 
Sunflowers turn to the light, 
Giants in golden fields.

Yellow faces sky, 
Stretching to the sun's warm kiss, 
Nature's own compass.

Gentle giants...

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"What we are doing to the forests of the world is but a mirror refection of what we are doing to ourselves and to one...

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Butterfly is beautiful
So natural and colorful
They hops on every flowers
To seek nectar for food
This is nature at its best.

I have butterfly that I know
Wearing in...

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Reposed in shadows
within a realm of colors
dusty rose gown blurs.
All the flowers she adores ~
as gold love's beamed out of doors.


Green and purple blooms
are always...

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The rumbling, crashing, riotous falls
were like instruments intent on
singing out their percussion.
Each watery movement came in
orchestrated rhythm, appearing as
the master of the scene
yet arriving on...

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Be it
If it chooses to fly back to the old sights;
To the shattered lands, dried flowers,
Sunburnt darkness, dying stars.

And be it
If it turns its back
To...

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Pouncing across the white pinwheel flowers,
dancing to the delightful tunes of breeze,
Blue beauty performed an air show for hours;
For a few moments, my sorrows she...

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The sun, a warm embrace, paints the sky with gentle hues,
A symphony of soft gold, a brushstroke of morning dew.
Birdsong, a joyful chorus, fills the...

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Everyone called Joanna Wilde, Joanie, like an abbreviated crescent moon,
Of which she was much enamored, with its silky, maroon darkness tunes.

Pert Joanie was a young...

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At the gesture of your eyes
The ruins come to life,
With the touch of your lips
Wind sways the flowers.

The white clouds touch
Green grasses stretch their hands
The...

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