Special Needs Mother's Day poem
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Special Needs Mother’s Day

In soft morning light, her day starts,Quiet strength in all she imparts.With gentle hands and steady gaze,She navigates the complex maze.A laugh, a tear, a hug so tight,She battles on through day and night.Each moment filled with silent cheers,Braving hopes, calming fears.Her love speaks in actions, not in words,A dedication rarely heard.Through trials that many…

Mother's Day Plant Poem
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Mother’s Day Plant

Petals unfurl,Soft as a curl.Green leaves wave,In mom’s enclave.Gift of life,Cutting strife.Blooms stand tall,Grace her hall.Morning dew,On leaves anew.Sunlight’s dance,Nature’s trance.Roots grip tight,Through day and night.Forever there,Mom’s loving care. Meaning “Mother’s Day Plant” is a delicate celebration of the enduring and nurturing love of a mother, likened to the continuous growth and resilience of a…

Mother's Day Cup of Tea Poem
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Mother’s Day Cup of Tea

Morning light, soft and pale,A quiet house, a steamy tale.Teacup clinks, porcelain sings,Her hands wrap warmth, love it brings.Gentle sips, the day begins,In her eyes, a calm that spins.A spoon stirs sugar, memories sweet,Every sip, our hearts meet.Today’s hers, in simple ways,With every pour, my love conveys.This cup of tea, a small decree,To celebrate her,…

Spinach Poems
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Spinach Poems

Ode to Spinach In rows of lush, deep green,spinach thrives in spring’s gleam.Leaves gather light, tender and mild,Nature’s own verdant child.Rich in iron, a hearty fare,In salads tossed with care.Garden beds where dew drops cling,Silent growth as robins sing.Cooked or raw, on plates it lands,Nurtured by caring hands.Vitamins packed within each leaf,Offering winter’s brief relief.Spring…

Poems About Meadows
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Poems About Meadows

Meadow Mornings Dewdrops kiss the blades,Green carpets stretch wide.Sunrise paints the edges,Soft breezes glide.Buttercups and daisies,Waltz under the blue.Bees hum their busy tunes,In this dance, ever new.Shadows play on grass tips,Clouds sail on high.Birds weave through open air,Their melody a clear sky.Evening comes with gentle steps,Stars twinkle above.Meadows sleep under moon’s watch,Cradled in night’s soft…

Poems About Lambs
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Poems About Lambs

Springtime Frolic Green meadows, bright and wide,Young lambs leap at the side.Tender grass beneath their feet,Spring’s sun feels warmly sweet.Cool breezes, playful chase,Woolly bodies, joyful grace.Skipping hearts, light and free,In the bloom, they dance with glee.Tiny noses sniff the air,Soft bleats echo, here and there.Shadows stretch as day grows long,Fields resound with cheerful song.Nature’s laugh…

Seedling Poems
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Seedling Poems

Seedling’s Journey Tiny green in vast brown,Life stirs with no renown.Morning dew on infant leaf,Timid start, time’s brief thief.Sun’s caress on sprout so slight,Day’s warmth, cool night’s respite.Upward reach, to sky’s blue,Strength found in each new hue.Roots grip earth, steadfast, strong,Seedling’s will to life prolong.Through soil and stone it weaves,In each leaf, spring believes. Meaning…

The Awakening Poem
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The Awakening

Spring tiptoes on frost’s retreat,Sunbeams play in alleys, discreet.Ice thaws to a rhythmic beat,Snowdrops rise, winter’s defeat.Buds peek from their leafy sheaths,Green pushes through earth beneath.Daffodils dance, release their wreath,Air fills with a floral breath.Birds return, their songs compose,New tunes from a long repose.Winds shift, a softer prose,Nature’s hand, the season sows.Colors burst from grayish…

Poems About Rebirth
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Poems About Rebirth

Cycle of Renewal Leaves fall, the world grows cold,Bare branches in the sky, bold.Underfoot, the frost takes hold,Yet beneath, a tale retold.Seeds sleep in the silent earth,Dreaming of their second birth.Winter’s grip, then spring’s soft mirth,Nature’s promise, endless worth.From the soil, green shoots rise,Breaking through with hopeful eyes.Rain’s gentle touch, the sun’s wise skies,Every end…

The Two-Headed Calf Poem
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The Two-Headed Calf

In the barn, beneath dim light,Two heads turn—double the sight.Morning feeds, a doubled share,Soft moos echo in the air.Eyes that see twice the world,In each gaze, a life unfurled.Four ears twitch at rustling hay,Two mouths chew the day away.Gentle giant, oddly paired,Curious glances, often stared.Not a freak, nor a jest,But a creature, doubly blessed.Under stars…