Posts tagged ‘blossom’

May 11, 2019

Pink III

by Jem Croucher

I’m bold and I’m gorgeous
Bright in the sun
Pink, I am all about
life that’s begun
And I have no comparison
for tears or a smile
As you’ll not see such beauty
again for a while

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March 10, 2018

About time…

by Jem Croucher

Although it’s still winter
by the library today
I spotted some blossom
in the trees by the way

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December 2, 2017

December blossom

by Jem Croucher

There’s blossom in the bushes
even though it’s now December
And I know it’s been quite warm of late
but you’d think it would remember
That winter sun although still bright
deceives with days of chill
and Spring is several months away
with quite some waiting still

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November 22, 2017

HAIKU: I’M A LATE BLOOMER

by thereluctantpoet

By Charles Robert Lindholm

I’m a late bloomer

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November 21, 2017

HAIKU: IT WILL BLOSSOM

by thereluctantpoet

By Charles Robert Lindholm

I Will Write About

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October 17, 2017

HAIKU: WILDFLOWERS AT HEART

by thereluctantpoet

By Charles Robert Lindholm 

Wallflowers blossom

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January 1, 2017

New Year Blossoms haiku

by Jem Croucher

Poetry challenge – New Year poem

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Blossom for promise
Twenty-seventeen arrives
pink and baby-like

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June 26, 2016

Apple blossom promise

by Jem Croucher

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We have a little apple tree
which grows bigger by the year
Its starting to sprout blossom
but no fruit has yet appeared
No matter, for its flowers
show that it is biding time
before producing apples
which I’m sure will taste just fine

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May 1, 2013

Silver Spring

by willowdot21

Drip drip, the snow is loosing it’s grip and Winter Wonder is  looking tired. She has been dragging her skirts through the fields and turning then to slush it really is becoming bothersome to her as she does so hate to rush.

But who is this peeking through the cracks in the clouds, hiding in the buds of flowers and calling to Wonder but not too look

It is her little sister the youngest of them all, most delicate and gentle soul,  Silver Spring the song birds all do her call.She is the light touch of a gentle breeze that  gently rustles through your hair. She runs her fingers along the branches and makes the snow to thaw then dances on our roofs and paths so it disappears some more.

She is dancing up and down the flower beds  and whispering to the buds, “Come on my little lovelys   it is time to raise your heads! Waking up the squirrels and every animal that hibernates, hurry hurry she gently coos I have filled your breakfast plates.

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September 21, 2012

Blossom

by Martin Shone

Sitting here
amidst the falling blossom
of night’s whispers
looking for the one
petal
that is you

I look at the sky
and see endless
patterns of perhaps –
counting
the magical blossoms
wondering
are you looking for the one
that is me

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