Poems of Poems

My poems that I randomly pull out of a hat. A good hat.

           Flowers in seasons.

                         Spring,

                The flowers burst into the air.

                        Colors, of many kinds,

                        Red, blue, orange, and pink.

 

                        Summer,

           It's pretty hot,

                  The sprinklers and on,

             and the children are running,

            on the field and off the field,

                 laughing, screaming.

          The petals are getting shriveled and weak,

           Being picked more often, honeymoons are awake.

 

                    Autumn,

        People are harvesting,

    Leafs are falling,

       Orange and brown,

      red and yellow.

      Feel the cool breeze,

 

                  Winter,

                dreadful.

           Roots are cold,

         My petals are freezing.

  No bees, or butterflies, nothing,

             To pollinate me.

     My stem is being buried ,

  By the cold, cold, ice.

    I stand there limply,

         Wilting.

        Crying.

The End

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