Vast fields
with daffodils singing
flying petals in air
Filling the sight
a paradise
to eyes
full of blooming roses
in all its hues
pink, red, orange, white, yellow
defining the measure of bonds
a garden
full of tulips
talking to bees who hover by
closed and opened elegantly
standing tall and strong as the bees hover by
a pond
serene and calm
out blooms a beautiful queen
with petals blooming layer by layer
pink with dew glistening
a lotus with green pillows around
a backyard
full of blushing poppies
smiling facing you
telling gossips the aunties were talking
a sideline
a branch of bougainvillea
pink and white
talking about the growing young lady
whom they saw since childhood
keep staring the lanes
a street
filled with fallen petals
brushing the lanes
clicking the pictures are lovers on street
the shade of pink fascinating to eyes
the cherry blossoms mixing and blowing with winds
a canopy
trees swindling by
elegantly a branch sticks by
on its a creeper
drapes the green
on this beauty
a beautiful orchid fills the scene
captivating the birds and the bees
what other flowers bloomed
who knows
who cared
Maybe they plucked
maybe they praised
to those beauties
who bloomed and withered as their duties
an applaud
a praise
they kept pleasing eyes of aesthetics
and passing the heirlooms as they grow by
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spilleronsheet (
Offline) - Published: January 14th, 2022 02:05
- Category: Nature
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Comments7
Mau those heirlooms be with us forever spilleronsheet.
Andy
I really hope so
Only they bring a huge smile and hope inside
Beautiful poem , spiller .. love your words and I love flowers too 🌸🌸🌸
Thanks dear Rose
So I gathered all roses for you dear Rose
I am glad you liked it
I can imagine all the beautiful flowers in all shapes and colours. Stunning!
Thanks dear Rozina
Glad I could send flowers in poetry to you
Brought to mind the fields of huge coloured stripes i used to live close to where a commercial flower seller (Harry Wheatcroft) grew his plants. A sight to behold when in glorious bloom. Acres/hectares of glorious natural colour.
Ohhhh
Wow that’s so interesting and fabulous
Nothing better to love them in vicinity of a horticulturist
It’s like a fantasy world
Oh so longing for spring and nature's return, this is astoundingly beautiful 💟
Thanks a ton dear Woundedheart
I am awaiting too for spring arrival
Brilliant!
'full of blooming roses
in all its hues
pink, red, orange, white, yellow
defining the measure of bonds'
Thank you so much dear Mek
Glad you liked it
If only fragrance could be captured too
It's like you see a flower in bloom, and the winter takes a back seat. Hopefully this is the year we all bloom.
So true
Like flowers I hope we bloom
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