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I am a poet
I sprinkle hearts
With verses, flowers
Rhymes and kisses
In front of this mute
Beauty
Which moves away
And that I ogle
Oh! Woman
Madam
If tomorrow never comes
and I’ve still not found a way
to do the things I’d like to do
but failed to day-by-day,
I just want you to know
the dreams that I possessed,
the hopes that kept me going,
When Winter winds begin to whirl around
and whisper through my long and lonely days,
I’ll light the fire and stoke it with a poem
and hope I find some comfort in a phrase.
Upon the place fate set aside,
there will be no forget-me-nots.
There will be no roses adored in gold, nor any violets or honeysuckle.
Cursed is this fate, holding onto the limbs of destiny.
Trust me: all mothers are incredibly special
Wonderful, beautiful and phenomenal
Without mothers, there will be no living
Trust me: all mothers are incredibly special
Wonderful, beautiful and phenomenal
Without mothers, there will be no living
Princess of LilleThe prettiest mirror on the islandI wanted to let you knowThat every man wants to haveAt least one flowerOf happinessFor their wife.
May is the month of love
May is the month of all flowersMay is the month of all Mothers.
The month of May
Exists so we can love
The beautiful flowers of nature
I have never seen an ugly flowerFlowers are always full of grandeurFlowers are known to be beautifulAll the time, that's stupendously wonderfulAll flowers speak a beautiful language
Eu te ofereço meu doce coração todos os dias
Em vez de céu e bolos de mel
Eu te ofereço buquês de lindas flores
Te ofrezco mi dulce corazón todos los días
En lugar del cielo y pasteles de miel
Te ofrezco ramos de flores bonitas
I will ring all the bells
For your anniversary
I will take out of my pockets
Fancy and pretty exotic jewelries.
Tocaré todas las campanas
Para tu cumpleaños
Saldré de mis bolsillos
Bonitas joyas de las hermosas calas.
Cheery as this beautiful bird of nature,Which can easily find its food.Cheerful as the bird of paradise,Which gives hope to the destitute.
Nous sommes au mois de Septembre
L’été vient juste de perdre ses membres
Sa chaleur, sa beauté et sa tendresse.
We are in September
Summer just lost her limbs
Her warmth, her beauty and her tenderness.
It is your style
It is your smile
It is the charisma
It is the aroma
Les roses, les fleurs et les bouquets
L’amour, l’honneur, le respect et la paix
Les vers, les poèmes et la littérature
Crianças já crescidas
Beijos já esquecidos
Plantas já floridas
Flores já murchas
Children already grown
Kisses already forgotten
Plants already flowered
Flowers already burgeoned
Stormy clouds are traveling through your heartAnd bitter grudges are ruining your happinessHate destroys and love builds everything whichIs beautiful. Get a grip on yourself while the midday sun
Crushing under the weight,
trying to swing it in stride.
This adulting concept was not well explained.
Breathe
Pinching yourself, begging to wake up
from a terrible nightmare.
I am not going to wait for you to get illOr to die to send you bouquets of flowersRight now is the time to make you feelThat you're loved amid the rain showers.
If you plant the seeds of loveYou'll reap gorgeous flowers of loveIf you spray the seeds of hateMany plants and treesWill blossom flowers of hateAnd you won't like the fateNobody enjoys death and miseries
Es una otra primavera
Es una nueva temporada
Un otro día de lluvia ligera cayendo
Un otro día medio soleado otra vez
If you're writing about girlsYou're talking about gorgeous pearlsHappy love is in the air. If you're dreaming being in heavenThis time of the year, you need no reasonTo yearn being in love. If you're hearing melodious musicYou must be feeling very
Walking the brightly lit halls of white walls and pastels.
Past the family holding hands in the doorway.
Past the woman looking frantically from face to face.
As if she really knows what she’s looking for.
I was there when you built your garden
I helped you pick what plants to grow
I held your hand when you spoke of the harvest and all the meals we would share.
Farbe ist unwesentblich
Für Mich
Es ist die natürliche Schönheit
Was ist absolut
Schillernd und wichtig
Für Mich
my car smells like dead flowers
that you got for me
it's not that i didn't appreciate them
i just didn't have a vase
i threw them away today
i think that might mean something
I haven't caught you any butterflies because the type you seek don't come for yellow rosesand carry heavy, ruby, cordate wings I could never really desire.
Albino gecko with alien eyesinhales my fragrant magenta guisecontemplating if i'm good to eati cannot move, i cannot sleep,
From underneath a plush flora bedGaea emerges tranquil grassy facedflowery dreadlocks hang from her headfrom underground and her outstretched handwaterfall refreshing, a pond being fed,
i dream upon the daffodilsin a dream swept rain,dreaming all the things i canand forgetting all the pain.
Night is speckled by the full of the moonwater descends to glistening croonspink and violet ballerinas, pirouette on floating padsto the rhythm of blue ripples lapping the sand
After snowColors sproutFragrant air after sun showers departEverything green has a fresh startPlush treesBirds singemerging Spring
The rose of yellowis a quite dashing fellowwearing a golden velvet tux
his morning hellosounding majestically cellosinging he loves you much
It comes into your life-
A fresh soul,
Awaiting a home
Waiting for tender loving and care
You could offer them the world
A field of friends,
Connected by roots
But when you start to neglect
Imagine being picked
Like petals from a flower
Someone
holding you,
wanting you,
wishing for you
Only to be pricked by the thorn
And watch the blood fall
Mercilessly
Time was like water,
But you were like wine
Sweet ocean, bruised and black
Bleeding the times
Let me tell you the story
Of a pomegranate flower and a honey bee
The honey bee was flying by
The bloom had flowered recently
It could not resist the pretty orange
And it the buzzing bee
Flowers in white, pink, and purple
Bewitched my eyes, so gloomful.
I hate to see your demise.
Farewell to this lonely face.
No matter the time, it was cold
And the wind drew heavy breaths
No matter how young, that day we were old
Enough to watch the mess
I walk into the winter night
And the fragrance of the Queen of the Night embraces me
It is sweet
I gulp in lungfulls of it
As if it is a draught
I am greedy
I want to breathe it all in
Dandelions,
yellow splotches
speckle verdant lawns
while violets
wow
with their purple pomp
Ah!
April's awe
of
jonquils
lilacs
and crocus
like a heavenly chorus
The quiet of dusk in the after light
The sound of rain when it first begins
The warmth of a hug long needed
The peaks of mountains I have never reached
The sound of gravel crunching under my shoes
Discovering a misspelled word in your favorite novel
And smiling,
Because nothing is perfect.
Watching wildflowers escape through dry brush,
Pushing into the sun,
Living in a ditch,
Discovering a misspelled word in your favorite novel
And smiling,
Because nothing is perfect.
Watching wildflowers escape through dry brush,
Pushing into the sun,
Living in a ditch,
Bursts of yellow
Stems of green
Sprouts popping up
and birds unseen
A meadow in bloom,
hopeful and bright
sun whispering in
I sigh at the sight
Fierce as the tigress
Pure as lilies
There’s a fire in her eyes
Tongue like a blade yet witless
Bleeding heart that’s chaste as ice
Vines in between my palms
Clouded the thoughts of an unattainable scheme
Accompany a seemingly harmless pirouette
crashing to the tear soaked floor
Aspects of A Floral Being
Uncomparable to blooming sun’s rays, A
Art of harmony in full brightened cheeks: B
Brush of bristles constructing elegancy, A
My right-side brain's growing fowers,
my lungs are sprouting roots.
My heart's a dripping beehive,
its sweetness all for you.
So wrap it all up in paper,
send a burnt offering to the sky.
the cutest thing
is when we walk through a garden
and the bees harmoniously hover around you
miataking you for a flower
oh silly bee, oh silly me
i too make the same mistake
Kira
Beauty and death go hand in hand,
like flowers and cancer
Amaryllis, Melanoma, and Roses
Cholangiocarcinoma, Chrysanthemums and Leukemia
I looked out my window
On a dark April evening
And my heart lifted up.
One
Yellow
Pansy
Had bloomed,
Alongside the beaten path
Leading in and out of town,
Wildflowers burst through the earth
Calling that trail their own.
But one above the rest did rise,
Her figure reached up to heaven.
Our last dying rose
The thorns that hold the grace but
Love knows no way to survive because
I remember picking dandelions as a kid
gathering a bouquet to bring to my teacher or mom
the innocence behind it
I didn't know that these beautiful flowers were actually
Guilt blooms in my chest like an unwelcomed garden.
But luckily I chose to weed them out before they had any chance to stay and wind around my heart.
he lays in her lap as her petal-soft fingers run through his star-ridden curls
he tells her that her freckles could make an entire galaxy
The children run and play in a dark world.
The smoke infiltrates our lungs: fits of coughing interrupt their play.
They play in a dead world, putting on a show for those half-alive.
as every single flower dies,
my flowers grow in my insides:
and here they live,
and here they die
Somethings different about the way you wake up in the morning
A deep breath and a smile as you roll out of bed
Still groggy, but doing your daily steps regardless
There's something odd about the way you walk
As a best friend then brother, now potential life partner
These feelings… These intense, powerful feelings.
As infants grow to become teenagers into adults…
A typical crush grew to become infatuation into love.
Where foot petals unfolded
Under canopies of foliage was a place
Neither good nor bad --
Was simply beyond. Rumi told
Me this: these words tattooed
You stayed;
You left;
Like allergies in the spring.
After flowers came and went,
so did you.
The festival came too late.
I didn't even get to celebrate you.
You have no idea
flowers
deflowered
when anxious hands tug on life not theirs
vibrant pigments say, i'm right for the plucking
plush filled pistils,
ripe with life.
snatched by roots
reminded of my frailty.
Rose petals wrap against each other in
their whispered secrets; too scared to reveal
the charms they own. Masks are not ever real.
Let the aroma,
the sweet intoxication,
of the lilies
take you away.
Their white petals,
beckoning,
follow them
Your lips were rose petals, dipped in natural moisture
and your skin was kissed by the sun,
leaving me constantly warm.
Flowers can't grow without water,
Love can't grow without guidance.
Flowers can't grow with stress,
Love can't grow with hate.
Flowers bloom and die,
Quiet in its blooming,
Branching thoughts of wisdom,
Soft petals cascade.
In lavender and gentle pinks.
Then soul crushing blues,
sweep the garden,
petals peacefully cascading no more,
Dahlia, My Love
You carry on through the rain
While persevering through the shine
No matter how the storm rages
You manage to bloom each and every time
Daises and roses hang above your head,
Your fro' expanding into effotless curls.
Your voice.
My favorite sound.
The sun bringing out your golden feautres.
Pretty brown eyes, I'm lost in.
your lies are like petals picked from the most poisonous flower
A flower I could sit and listen to for hours
the more I listen the more you pick, and you cast them over me like stars in the darkest sky.
and they land,
Every time, every day that I see those flowers
I think of you.
Why did I choose to keep them?
My mother spoke to me in terms of flowers
She spoke to me in sunflowers,
Tall, strong, and always reaching upwards
She spoke to me in the stem’s of wild garlic,
I never saw a facethat I Saw as much as yours
that golden part
it sent me into such a spiral
wringing together hands
that invariably aimed to only touch yours;
"Have you ever dated a girl?"
He asked.
I wanted to tell him that
she grows flowers from her veins
Treetops freckled the surrounding mountains
from the months of March through October.
The summer brought an art gallery of plants.
This part of Oregon is beautiful year-round.
The first sign of spring is like this should be
new year’s, not the era of the dead, icebox hand
of winter clutching Mother Nature,
like the fingers of the pastel, cotton-candy dawn
flowers need more than water to grow
maybe that’s why I run away at the sight of them blooming
I can’t even remember to water them once a day
how can I sustain them for years?
//
i was your flower.
you watched me grow
and admired my beauty
all while knowing
that you were going to kill me
//
Oh look how the rose withers.
Oh look how the petals fall.
With time it begins to shrivel,
Till time fine’ly makes its call.
One day I picked a daisy
Full of life and flower dreams
Some may say I’m crazy
But I'm telling you it sings
Tonight it hums a playful tune
somewhere far away
surviving far past decay
is a garden full of the flowers of emotion
the garden has every feeling
the good ones and the bad
from happiness and anger
to feeling very sad
What I would give for you to hold me in your arms.
What I would give to be with you another day.
You know, it's tough now, living here without you.
But I'm okay. Yeah, I'm okay.
Dear Death,To you I've never cowered underYet casualties of those I loveWill tear my life asunder
I hide my body,
And decorated my soul,
I don't put doormats or door signs,
That says "welcome" anymore,
I got rid of all the dodders,
And sowed seeds of dreams in my chest,
Everything I am is tied to my stomach. I feel everything so intensely; sometimes, I feel the wind get knocked out of me. I am convinced there’s a little girl in my heart pulling the strings from up above.
Upon the high cliff lies a flower.
It is more than any ordinary flower.
This flower bleeds with every color of the rainbow,
Stars of crystals dotted on its petals
and glistening in the sunlight.
i am a flower.
one within another field of flowers,
but i am withered and wilted.
i am this way because of the wind
it howls at me, for i am vulnerable in the night.
it pulls on my leafs and petals,
To Love:
You are so enchanting.
A blooming rose bush.
You have so many flowers.
So wonderfully fragrant.
You are so vivid.
The flowers on the side of the road are works of art.
They never downed a diet shake or smeared makeup on their petals
yet we pluck them from the ground to marvel at their beauty.
Where have the roses gone from my garden?
Look how those left freeze in cold winter wind;
Nothing I can do nor ask for pardon
To save the lovely petals as they’re thinned.
Happiness
We all strive for it
It is what we live for, after all.
Some achieve it, to some degree,
Flowers are sweet.
Bees can sting, the last thing I heard was the songbird sing.
Friendly pollinators make the flowers shake and tilt.
All the while, you left me lying there buried in the silt.
Love is a worthless waste of time
The expense is more than any man can afford
What is love, if a heart can only be broken?
What are flowers, but plants soon to die?
Today I found a flower
It was wilted and brown and alone
So I took it and nourished it
I gave it water, food, and company
I gave it time and space
She has flowers in her
Golden wheat hair.
Her limbs are tree branches,
With leaves at her fingertips.
Her eyes are brilliant stars;
Her face glows with warm sunlight.
Like the sea he flows
Sparkles in his eyes of blue,
Keeping me afloat.
Like the stars he shines
Drawing constellations on
They’d once seen you in my valley
by Vir Singh
Galaxy of flowers
Suddenly appears in my valley.
Colourful butterflies
Are playing with flowers,
While we were innocent and happy
you made me feel like flowers
And I couldn't keep them to myself
So I decided to plant them all over
and make them as beautiful as you made me
Never was a florist profound as he,
Arranging blooms in a glorious feat
Those small posies held marvelous verses
Peach blossom leaves dance in backs of hearses
I don’t talk a lot At first And I hope that that’s okay But once I know your warmth And feel safe letting words escape When I know they and I don’t annoy you Then I’ll tell you
The beauty holds the rose in beauty.
Lush petals bloom and glimmer in her fleshly palms, and the dew drips, drips, drips
to the stone floor
She planted beautiful flowers All with different colors and different namesThey all had different needs non e were the sameShe took as much care of them as she could She watered them and loved them She always said they were ugly and they weren't g
Acknowledge and embrace
the smell, the feel, and the taste.
Understand:
the power of the flower.
The flavor is sour-
diesel.
On a cloud
Who gave you the right to use us at your disposal?
In the end,
you'll be alone---
like an empty vessel
stuck with resinating regret.
Are you aware that you're leading to your own self destruction?
Words tend to dissolve in tea
And I’ve found they often rise with the steam
My lungs breath then in you see
Leaving words to sprout in me
But I’ve found that with my lungs so full
rose, carnation,you are a flower in the field of creation.iris, violet,even as you try and deny it.
I spent my years of sanity
On thought to be usefull things,
But now I find myself up to my neck in anxiety
So I follow every dream thats chased
There are cracks in the sidewalk that represent my life;A broken home;A broken family;Needing something to mold to.I've become the flower sprouting throughThat people tend to walk upon.
I am
Yes that’s me
I am the little girl
That can make things grow
One day
I ran far from home...
To an open field
The cherry blossom tree, likes to hide away its plumes,
but for two weeks everything changes.
As the spring dawns it flames out,
pink blossoms opening up.
Mom,
I see you in every flower,
your kind heart in the
petals,
your radiance in the
colors,
your determination in the
stem.
you are full of
life,
wonder,
and beauty.
Weave flowers through your hair
while we sit in the garden.
To be alone with you,
not touching, never touching,
is a sublime torture,
an exercise in self-denial and gratification,
The flowers grow
But I could care less.
The birds are chirping again.
But their sound is not music to my ears.
I am from the seeds dropped from familiar hands,
dug into the cigar box storing old memories,
sprinkled lightly onto the soil which bore me into this earth,
You once had so much faith in me,a flower you said you wouldn’t let wilt
.A flower you thought for sure would, without proper nurture
.You watered me words,
and trimmed my thorns
tended my soil, gave me sun
and placed me in your quaint little g
I whisper to the petals
My fears and doubts
And wait for an answer.
I know their little ears Heard my soft tones. I waited so long for A reply that I forgot What I had told them And danced away, A smile on my face.
I wish to be like a tree
Have the sun provide all my energy
I crave to destroy what I was before
In order to become something more beautiful, a part of nature.
Instead I'm human
The worst of them all
They talk to me.
The decapitated heads are
sprinkled around my feet.
Each with their jaw closed tight,
waiting for the opportunity
to speak.
she would kill for a moment behind your eyes
but would that make her a sinner?
how beautiful your blossoming mind must be
if even your foggy words stir with her
the love she thinks is 10,000 daisies,
she's a pretty little girl with
a ring on each finger
she cut her hair so short like
the girl in the picture
she's running around being
her own brown-eyed-girl
in a new skirt each day and
In a day are so many sad hours
You may think I'd spend them alone
But I give love to happy flowers
And they make me feel at home
As the light shines around me/ all I can see/ is the world broken to pieces/glass is shattered/scattered on the ground/there is no more green/rather everything is gray and brown/death hangs in the air/the fresh air is knocked out of me/what
I want the shoreline,
the foamy white waves
colliding
into rock
like soldiers sparring in battle;
the horizon brushed
with soft strokes
of lavender, rose pink and azure;
the low-toned
Usted es la flor que vive en la desierto
Cuando el calor es fuerte y no hay agua
Todavia puedes vives
Tu eres la milagre del mundo
There are many stories not told,
pasts that will unfold.
A loving, a sad, a true story,
of those who fought for thier glory.
Leave a map for tomorrow,
to find the treasure of the past.
You are immune to the Devil’s wrath; you walk the straight and narrow path
Walking with grace and style; your eyes shine like the River Nile
So slender and so fair, your fragrance so potent; you have blossoms in your hair
I lay in a bed of rose flowers.
The thorns pricked
My thighs
blood trickled down
My sides
Into the forever decaying soil
Pricked fingers
crimson gushing
I was named after a rose
Flowers sit still in the rain that pours nicely through all the night
Thirsty, their petals accept heaven’s tears as clouds hide the light
Footsteps are heard by the roses and tulips who love the sound,
Smiles are sunrises and spring flowers.
They rise and grow from the joys of life.
So smile.
And bring beauty into this world.
Poety is a part of me
The buzzing of a bee you hear
The gleaming mirror you see
All I can let out is a dry tear
It's very strange,
The way some things change
As it all goes by so fast
and our poor hearts hardly ever last.
You were a part of my happiness
My soul has been closed and hardened
by the weariness of the world so that
no one is allowed in.
Grass has grown through the cracks
of my cement heart and
I have never encountered someone who
You'll never understand
What you did
People like to plant gardens in my heart
They'll scatter seeds across my soul like
Rice after a wedding
Flowers will blossom and
Not many people know this,
not very many care...
my favorite flowers are Tiger Lillies.
My favorite berry is a blackberry,
which you know.
I listen to most music,
but yours is my favorite,
A flower,
A beautiful bloom,
A well-lit room,
A beautiful girl,
Latina and lovely.
She made my scars beautiful,
With the soft touch of a sharpie,
And the graceful touch of art.
To feel like this,
unhinged from a door keeping me hostage,
I can truly say now
that all of the marrigolds spotting the sun
are planted by the sound of my voice.
In my head,
i could sit here
and explain my loneliness
in some metaphor about flowers-
make it seem as if within it all
there is beauty
there is grace
I feel relaxing,
As I look at the flowers
Colorful, cheerful, and bright.
…………………………….
Summer, hot, and the sun
No cold, no snow, and no school
Sea, beach, and the tan.
………………………………
Prancing around Lillies marked the destination of a new place.
Inside of a cave I dropped my bag on concrete steps and sat ontop of a hill from the wooden old house. Washed away by the wind were roses, sunflowers, and rabbits.
Softest petals, red as blood,
blossoming with hate and love.
Lying in a bed of snow
that bends and weaves, that blooms and grows.
"The Fated Flower
The Final breath
Understand,
A fate called death
The gentle lion
The loyal horse
May have seen,
Walking in summer
is swimming,
legs cutting strokes
through mid-afternoon heat and humidity.
Dappled shade on the sidewalk
You always told me I reminded you of red roses
And suddenly I’m nine years old
Dirtying my favorite white dress in a garden I’d sneak out to
Picking petals off of sunflowers
If I could give a flower, I would give a flower to you.
A flower is a symbol, it sends a message too.
There is something to be said, of its droopy rosy dew.
Love light like the star shine, tearing up around you.
Drenched upon the battle fieldUnder silver weapons wieldMisdirection her only shieldThe wildest of roses grew
I am a seed
I am planted and nurtured, carefully tended as I grow, there is no knowledge of what I will become, a beginning awaiting
I am a flower
He called me a hopeless romantic.
He said that I was naïve for wanting someone to love me like the sun loves the moon,
And he turned up his nose when I said that I wanted kisses like the stars because they are
Let flowers grow from your hands
from love and care each stem stands
Some may break
and your hands may ache
When you let another take a flower
One more will grow within the hour
flowers never cease to make me happy.
seeing them flourishing in a garden bed,
growing taller and vrighter with each passing day.
seeing them creadled in the crook of a young man's arm,
People always wonder why the greatest & most loved people leave us. We are all flowers in a beautiful a garden. Some of us more beautiful than others, whether it be because of our actions, or simply our hearts of gold.
3/30/2010, age 15, school project
Fire, but a simple flame, kindles in the night.
Slowly, it consumes the trees like waves of the ocean.
It breaks the bonds that create them, that make them whole.
3/30/2010, age 15, school project
As a passion burns right through the soul,
Wood turns to embers that glow with the last,
Only to leave the broken compounds of its atoms behind.
I am like a purple iris
Mkxed into an ocean of blue flowers.
Although my feet are firmly rooted in the ground,
I sway slightly in the breeze,
always searching for the sun.
Red roses and blue violets
Were never-
Never will be
Enough.
Because I cared
Enough for the both of us.
Maybe that's why
You didn't care at all.
Despite my fingers being buried in yours,
My crooked smile and loud laugh
Are things that make me flawless
My hyperactive crave for change
Are things that make me lawless
My 4'10" stature and petite frame
Attribute to my smallness
people will never recognized a simple girl.
who is like other girls, simple as a paper flower.
who really is nothing compare to the real flowers.
whose color and petals are different from others.
What if we were flowers?
No more worries or
troubles
I don't want to suffer
Can't do these
troubles
I want to be a flower.
Won't have to worry about the
There once was a lady who thought,
the new flowers that she had bought,
Just weren't yet thriving;
it was poison ivy,
And so a rash soon she got.
Flowers are pretty, just like me.
Flowers smell nice, just like me.
Flowers can dance in the wind, just like me.
Sunflowers turn where the sun sure shines.
Like a sunflower, I find myself
I found a weed in the garden
and called it
"a beautiful flower"
but they smacked my hand
and called it
"disgusting"
"a pest"
"undsesirable"
and pulled its roots from the ground
You said to me, "I am Lost"
So I etched the constellations
in every freckled part of my skin,
so you would always know where you came from
when you traced your fingers across my hips.
Flowers Bloom.
Flowers weep
Flowers grow
Flowers die.
Flowers are beauty to every a man's eye.
If flowers were not their….
how would we understand the rhetorical meaning behind the
They aren't just scars
They are demons
I fought at 00:00
They are my insecurities
My deepest fear
And my lonely nights
They are my insults
I have recieved and the
Emotion I can't contain
All my life I found it hard to properly express myself
And outside, life Is cold.
The trees are as bare as my bones are hollow,
and through the chains over my window
I can see the world outside-
Moving.
It's all still moving, without me.
In a nearby field, there lives a rose, as wild
a creature as an unbridled stallion,
an old friend of mine.
Roses are red
Violets are blue
I like bacon
More than I like you
Tulips are pink
Marigolds are yellow
Don't you dare
Touch my jello
The tulips
--Red Yellow Purple White--
Raise sleepy heads
Above their bed of grass
As they nod softly
Still on the cusp of sleep
The breeze filling dreams
With spring and summer scent
The rose told the peony,
I will love you for all eternity!
But the peony replied,
Mr. Bluebell's the apple of my eye!
And the bluebell said
I'll love you, Peony, when I'm dead,
What would the earth do
if I outlast forever?
The trees will perish
The flowers will relinquish
But life will continue on
The flowers sway in the wind, cold, but still happy and moving.
The flowers are as little as ants, but they can still make an impact on people lifes.
I sometimes wonder why people like to receive flowers.
The flowers sway in the wind, cold, but still happy and moving.
The flowers are as little as ants, but they can still make an impact on people lifes.
I sometimes wonder why people like to receive flowers.
Little flowers of Nigeria
picked ad plucked from their patch
a helpless bouquet of reflective eyes, eyes
half empty with tears
flowers desperate to reroot but the longer we wait
If you think of Spring, what do you see?Flowers, eggs, bunnies, or bees?I see the grass, green and lush;The streams filled with a serene gush.The sky is a blanket, infinite and blue;
All of us are like flowers,
we start out real slow.
From a really small seed,
we learn things as we grow.
To be better than someone else
is our focus rather than the flow.
Everyone has their moment,
FLOWER,
ITS HAS VARIOUS COLOUR,
ITS HAS VARIOUS NAME,
ITS HAS MYRIAD SHAPE,
ITS HAS MYRIAD DESIGN.
NOW,
I KNOW HOW BEAUTIFULLY,
THE FLOWER IS,
I KNOW HOW NICE SMELL,
What is a want and need compared to a desire?
i want money, need air,but you i desire
for you are the one i want to acquire
the one i want to see after work when im tired
The plants wither and die when winter rolls around,all their nutrients and beauty belong again to the ground.Are people like this too, perhaps?Who once stood tall and bold and beautiful,
there were pretty daises
but the lights are all gone
the sun’s on vacation
the stars have seen a galaxy
far more beautiful than ours
they’ve gone on a journey
the light bulbs have burst
We seed
We grow
We bud
We blossom
We spread
We wilt
As my short,
Singular life progressed,
I thought not of those ‘round me
I thought only of getting to the top.
I am from Picture Frames
From Yankee Candles and febreeze Airspray
I am from the weeds growing under the deck
(tall, green, it tasted like celery)
I am from the Begonia semperflorens
the Gaillardia aristata,
Oh, how I envy the ways of courtship In old Victoriana.
Its mannerisms. Its motions. Its subtlety.
The messages, hidden in plain sight
With simple gestures and sleight of hand, so much could be said,
And although she is amongst all the different flowers, she stands the tallest, the most unique.
We all don’t understand,Our opinions aren’t in demand,Our souls are like flowers,They can topple over like towers,They bloom, then fade away,They go to heavan or hell to stay,Flowers have no powers,
Shadowed dark skies roar over head,
as I lay here dreaming in my bed.
In my mind I stand in a field of flowers,
and I become lost in daydream for countless hours.
I'm surrounded by dark colors and hues,
Average Nuisance, Unnoticed Weed.
You grow--then you die,
they do not notice when those ugly petals disappear from their garden.
Trapped beneath the shadows of their beautiful leaves,
you know its spring when,a chalky finger points the wayon the face of broken pavement too,a tulip gardens bed and,a splash of color grows.
Android
Etymologically speaking, a human-like device
Metaphorically speaking, how you look in my eyes
Ice-cold and lifeless with a human form
The cause of my pain and why I'm forlorn
Flowers are the diamonds of nature.
They blossom and bloom
like little turtles emerging from their shells.
The dewdrops are like jewels,
glistening glamourously in the sun.
Techni- colored butterflies fly around my head
like petals in the wind
even though the flowers are dead.
Can't take it anymore
Like flowers in a storm
I've always been an angel
With a demon in the core.
My last recollection of seeing a black butterfly was not long ago.
I remember it was on a particular flower.
I remember it was on a red flower that had just bud after sun rise.
I've been sitting here for three hours
My brain, wracked
My nails, bitten
Why do I write?
Why do I write?
I write because I can
and because I don't have to
Walk casually along a path
Look lovingly at the rose bushes
And chrysanthemums, radiating with color
A rainbow which never disappears
And rain may never wash away
Nothing like chalk on the sidewalk
Life
Life is that everlasting flower
The flower that is always in constant bloom
People are that dying powder
you have etched into my heart
a walking path
lined with flowers
of every color;
i've walked it once or twice,
myself, and i've seen
bluejays and buttercups
What more can I say
But that I hate Valentine's Day
And all the stupid clichés
I mean, come on
Get real
Roses and flowers only lead to allergies
Chocolate and strawberries lead to more calories
Walking through the garden of our memories..
watering the flowers with coincide with our growth..
closing my eyes i breathe in the fresh air..
Plant the public’s view
in a garden
where color peeks through the foliage,
where men stop and smell the roses,
the hemlocks,
the long locks.
Where I sit
buried by the roots of my scalp,
You've been with me for all my life;
time I've thrown away.
I used to pick up your petals
when they fell before.
They stayed for some time my dear,
but not so anymore.
Green, lush flora, flowing, swirling 'round.Such beauty remains unaffected y man,If only it was left to itself.Earth will continue post-humankind,Lacking our catastrophic disturbance.
I love you, he saysHis lips tremblingA withered flower blooming againFrom the waste of our hot breath
the lotus flowerSHOUTS a curious fragrance in the summer.
sailing through cycles,like the ripplingprunes in wet fingers.
the lotus flower,similar to photo-synthesis,must photograph the trip.
I dream of filling pages, but I never seem to have the words. I dream of being clever, to make people turn their heads and whisper, "how did she do that?"I want to leave them awestruck.
White rose,
Do you ever tire of your beauty?
I see all the other flowers,
Bloom in jealousy.
Frankly, it’s not your thorns I avoid,
When you hug me.
I see you all, walking by me
I am a wall flower in the dark
And you're free to tell your secrets to a shadow
Undeterred and unresponsive to the words around me
I write my own
But wall flowers don't speak
The Acre of Broken Dreams (Ghetto Concrete Lines)
By Majae Brown
Jackson and Pulaski
Broken acre of Dreams
From which many weeds grew
When I first met you,
flowers started blooming
in my darkest spots.
All because of you,
I know I have a light
And it shines for you alone.
And I thank you
For your time
and your kindness.
I’ve always been good at this.
I can pull words out of my head the way kids pick flowers,
not just breaking the stem but
tearing them out of the earth –
the root that had never seen sun all clumped
How sweet and how lovely it has been made,
Glowing bright as though Kissed by the sun
But don't be dismayed,
Its stem will feel smooth and soft like its very pure,
The light has risen again
I'm out of this bed,
But I cant sleep and my eyes have turned red,
trying to see things alternative to this bed
On the first day we met you became my reeve,
It was the color you had shown that was perceived.
It was a splash of green, a dash of blue and a bouquet of red,
You would have had me at hello, if that is all you had said.
A garden of white, bouquets of black and purple.
Black and purple
flowers that resemble her bruised memories.
A garden created of pathways,
interconnected,
confused,
and dizzy.
A garden of mazes,
I've seen it all
I've seen many females fall
No, no, no I won't lie
I admit I've stumbled a few times
we are all assigned
to intertwine
souls and unfold
memories that are set in stone
They said to my face that my garden was beautiful,
that my dreams would have fruit,
and grow vivid blooming flowers,
but they walked away muttering
It’s smothered in weeds
yellow was the color of innocence
the color of our freshman year
it was the shade of the v-neck you bought at forever 21, on our trip to the mall
yellow, the color of the cheesecake we shared for mary’s birthday
I see all of the flowers
When drought gives them pain
You help them by crying showers
Say you love them in the rain
I'm in drought because I'm lonely
What about me? Can you do the same?
For my loving heart began to open just as the petals
Awaiting for a bee to come and find me
Alas, the buzzing ceased but a
lonely caterpillar came to thee
A pure divine to life, beautiful as a lotus
that blooms from the dripples of water, and the rays from the sun.
From the soil a seed was planted, deep in the womb
The anatomy wept from agony and painless fear
We were once a people.
We taught together.
We fought together,
For freedom.
Our people won.
Black teachers, doctors, politicians.
The sky was the limit.
We were family.
Daddy was always there.
I am a product of the Earth, much like you.
My people blossom in the motherland, soaking in the bright sun.
Our vines weave around the rough terrain, entangling in each other
We grow in these dense fields.
Through thick and thin
Through rain and wind
A wildflower grows
Through it all
It stands tall
Its growing never slows
In day and night
In dark and light
It stands up tall and straight
I long to see the flowers
Blooming in the summer
Opening their petals to the rain.
They must be so beautiful,
These flowers in the summer
And because of this they are probably also vain.
