Flowers By Whitney Osburn

Flowers By Whitney Osburn

 I think that I have never seen a poem

That is as lovely as a flower blossom.
A flower, whose hungry mouth is blooming,
Opening up to the sunshine up above,
A flower who looks up to the sky all day,
And lifts her soft petals open all day,
A flower that may be in summer wear,
A buzz of bees trying to find nectar,
Upon whose petals have crippled in winter,
And that fall off during the long season,
This gorgeous seed starts in the ground,
And grows to be a flower upon the ground,
The stem grows and grows to make it taller,
The petals don’t get that much smaller.
Seeing flowers bloom in the garden,
Feels ones heart with joy.
A flower starts small and grows very tall,
When it reaches the top, it opens up.
Just like a mouth opening for some food.
A flower brings so much joy to one’s day,
They may sit in their yard and tend all day.
A flower may go inside or out,
And most know just what there about.
Flowers come in many different colors,
They may grow to be small or maybe tall,
Or maybe the flower won’t grow at all.
Flowers will grow in most kinds of weather,
But cripple up when it gets very cold.
Flowers are wonderful things to see,
And mostly make up this entire poem.
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Poem of the Day: Trees

by Joyce Kilmer

I think that I shall never see

A poem lovely as a tree.

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest

Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast;

A tree that looks at God all day,

And lifts her leafy arms to pray;

A tree that may in Summer wear

A nest of robins in her hair;

Upon whose bosom snow has lain;

Who intimately lives with rain.

Poems are made by fools like me,

But only God can make a tree.