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My love, my all My friend, my soul When I say I love you It is not a joke It's not a sad laughingstock
Yellow flower, grieving flower, pale flower,
My fiancee bought a tiny lavender plant Which I have started to water when she's not home to take care of it. That I give another living thing besides myself my attention takes me into the realm of love
When a woman loves youYou can do nothing wrongYou can charm her with a songFrom you, she hardly needs a few. When a woman loves youThe world looks beautifulEverything is wonderfulWhen she adores you.
     Deep, rich purple flowers long, stacky green stems purple flowers reach into the stars droopy, sad petals with vibrent, lively colors frown at the ground from there nodes
Like a withered flower I hold memories dead But still, beautiful I once held life Now, I break when held Fragile I once represented love Now, lovers trample on me Broken.
be not content with one flower of truth—gather ever truth’s bouquet.....Mark Toney © 2020.8/17/2020 - Poetry form: Monoku
I want you for you  All hands in No second thoughts You my ride or die  You the boss I been lackin And slackin 
oh, the color!   that lines these painted prints of journey that lay as flowered steps before me   but, oh, the wonder   seeing only the color
my lungs bloom with tulips, vines entangle my throat. the roses are deeprooted and the petals seem to float.
Excuse me, I beg your pardon,I'm just here growing in my garden.Like everything, I come from a seed,So please don't call me a pesky weed.
A rose Beautiful, with sharp prickly points Viewed from any angle, it is still a rose From an optimist's perspective, A wonderful bloom of color From a pessimist's eyes, A withered, flowerless vine,
The flowers withered; she knew she will never be adored.
flower. peaceful, beautiful, useless   you must perch in the wind, dance in the rain, withstand the cold, & stay still in the soil.   but flower.
Surprises often come in many hues Blue, black, yellow, green and white too Today morning I got a surprise in red A flower for which I waited since long Finally decided to bloom after nine years
Autumn flowers   Flowers withered by the march of time and season Yet I find it very vivid to my heart and reason Displayed in plain, on the table - a craft made Where the wandering of my pen is inlaid
pink cheeks   rosy like blooms that burst when you compliment me.   you say my name   and everything else falls like petals, sinking   down   down   down.
She clings to me; like a button on my plaid shirt. Sewn in strategically. Gradually withering away in her fibers But holding on for the life of her. My hands are soaked in sweat but I cant interrupt her steady breath.
Like all flowers   Like all blooming flowers in spring,I also like to flourish at this time.   But this year I will bloom more.I will unfold my whole splendor.  
Power is my sword. Grace is my ford. And me not be a hoard. I use to like my cable cord. Now I carve wood art. My palace is made out of form.
a flower, the emblem of growth known to blossom and flourish  has been trampled she struggles to grow anew all willpower flattened
laughing at nothing feeling everything our love a rose in spring   something has changed we have changed into something more   maybe it was how his hand felt right in mine
I see the things that they can’t see And hear the yes and the no’s and the maybes And the million hearts That you bury In your backyard I gave you mine Last week on a Monday
When my calcium bones fell from their gums,  I felt Calliope rooting daffodils in the bottom of my throat; drowning my lungs, as the morning light comes. She told me to skip my rain coat,
a plucked rose. thrown on the ground, removed from the bush. detatched from the roots, the red petals ceased to be crimson. instead, the once red flower drowned in a pool of its own blood. plucked. 
I balanced my back Flat. In looong grass. Felt the tickle of butterflies landing on my tummy And with the dandelions that sway in the field
Pain. Bloom.  Doubt. Rise.  Lonliness. Beauty.  Stress. Conquering.  Bills. Growing. Grades. Budding. Job. Relaxing. Start. Finish.
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.
I hold a flower in my hand It's been with me since I was born Delicate to the eye, soft to the touch Perfect, taintless, lily white As I run and as I play I try to keep my flower clean
Our true love began with dedication Our mutual feelings we do impart Your love leaves me with a bright sensation To you I grant this gift: my loving heart   Compassion spreads its wings like a white swan
looking at wild flowers, dancing in the wind, that attract bees while flourishing with each other   they're targetted by envy that comes from dead flowers, snapped by the wind,
lets put things into a different perspective than just one person loving another a demon glorifying an angel
Grace be that flower and how she glistens. Your eyes sift along and you don't see truth, It's not about the grace but who listens. She will need you to see through to the youth;
White Daisy, so delicate  so pure of touch. Deadly promises and broken ways turned your once pure soul dark. What created the blackness now coating, covering the white?
Clock is ticking…mind is wracking…thoughts are racing…  
The fall was harsh, the winter was bitter. A frozen field failed to yield spring life except for one flower. It was no quitter. It pushed and pounded on the ice in strife  
We admire the reckless beauty of the overgrown fields, overrun by explosions of sunshine-yellow blooms and tall grass, swaying in tune to the gentle wind,
We admire the reckless beauty of the overgrown fields, overrun by explosions of sunshine-yellow blooms and tall grass, swaying in tune to the gentle wind,
Crystal Water and Clear skies...  
I heard something today... I heard that a dead flower is not dead until it's pedals are nothing but ash. Do I know what this means? Maybe.
The world is dirt Yet I’ve seen the greatest of flowers Spring up from its soil   And she was the loveliest flower  
Two strangers are in line on a perfect day with a clear blue sky, One of them watches something beautiful looking towards the ground as it goes on by, Then he feels her turn around as she begins to realize,
A single seed, unknowingly holding burden She doesn't know anything The hate she must determine She's locked up in a world of imposters a world full of monsters This seed which was planted
Laith, I once loved a flower so much One day it started to wilt Despite all my efforts to save it Even for just a day It wilted away   That’s what it was like loving you    
Dear Gardner, Water swam along my leaves, Rays of Sun like scorching flames shined on me, You placed me by your favorite window,
Nobody dares travel these rough and rarely tread roads, but I follow them because I know where they lead. Deep in a forest overgrown with trees shrouded in darkness with rocks all about, but can you see?
To the woman who ties her long, golden hair back with a floral bandana Oh, how your silly little smile and southern impersonations have made me feel
  Death is slow Like a sick flower with bleak petals that no longer grow One by one, the petals begin to fall Unable to avoid the final death call  
when the heat wave strikes, do not moveit is better to become transparent and allow it to go through youholding onto suffering will only cause more pain either way when something is too cold or too hot it burns
Dear You Know Who You Are,   I was little, Too weak for my own good. You made sure I knew it too. I was a flower, Frostbitten by a cold world. You crumbled my fragility
Have you ever seen a hummingbird cry? Those crystalline tears dripping down iridescent feathers. Perhaps that is why it's wings beat so fast. A vain attempt to dry the dreadful drops before the blooming flowers see.
there is nothing more resilient than a flower with bright and reverent colors and soft dew sluggishly moving down the petals as the sunlight beats down on the delicate
Do you ever Stop To think of the characteristics In a red rose flower?   Beautiful Palette of reds Silk Petals Positive phototaxis To the wondrous scent.  
p.p1 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; color: #454545} When we met, I loved you. And when we grew, I lost you.  
A path of black stones lay under my feet and I travel along it wherever it leads, through forest and canyon, over blue lakes I wander along, whatever it takes. And ever so often, an oddity
The lily is the flower for a home. But Californian poppies make me feel so home sick Roses make me angry, and any flower from Britain Is a flower for a whore.   But lilies
  healthy relationships they are really special things they can be in each new friendship that someone brings it might be hard to find one at first but once they’re found
You treat me as a flower From the side of the road With its own pure beauty You can’t let go You hold me in your arms Staring Wondering What I’ve been through Staring Wondering
I have roots for a mane, So unruly, not the best lion-tamer could tame,   The shadows on my face the only things visible,My eyes, mouth, and nose invisible,  
A sweet young flower a delicate Rose dancing in the April shower learning as she grows    A man drunk with lust  came from behind hid in the shadows  her peace and dreams he crushed 
You say you think you know me, But I think that you're confused Because if you really knew me You wouldn't say "abused." You say "locked up, imprisoned," Held tight from the inside,
Little flower. Planted in the concrete, you tried to grow. It's not your fault. There are one hundred million people trying just like you. Crying, weeping, praying.. Please know you are more then they made you.
Blue skies and green trees, Yellow flowers in the sun, All is calm, for now
My hand reaches out,  Yet, I couldn't touch what I wanted.    Is it because my goal is too high? Am I not tall enough?   Was it too much to hope for,
Why do they kill the flowers     whose dreams float above delicate, skin petals          Turning the scorching sun                 into a sweet nectar blossom? To satisfy the darkened green blades?  
How the flower sits so brightly lit How perfectly it fits how perfectly it sits wading in the sun always having fun it goes along with the breeze and so do the trees and so do the leaves
I would compare us to the Beauty and the Beast, but I have not such low self-esteem   so as to compare my countenance to that of the beast,  
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
He picked me like a flower    tugged at my petals   tore my roots from the ground    broken stem, broken body    all that made me beautiful    he turned ugly    
Sunflower of my withering heart,Oh how you bring me warmth,Like mountains your foundationsform around my worries,your voice soothes all woes. Smile and I'll smile,
Sunflower of my withering heart,Oh how you bring me warmth,Like mountains your foundationsform around my worries,your voice soothes all woes. Smile and I'll smile,
forest flower grows defies devil's weeds and thorns golden in shadows
everything i write lately has been nothing but pain but i fail to notice all the flowers growing from the rain i see the storm  not the cleanse i see a new beginning  as the end
A flower she holds But little did she know The little flower she holds Scolds every vase  THe flower she holds  Will determine her fate There is no fault  For her today
You are a child's entertainment. You are my entertainment. They scoff at your gaudy colours, They play you off as too innocent for their rebellious excursions. But I am here waiting with you
I've always looked at life like a fight  ignoring that it might be one   I might not win     subduing the chaos  and guiding it into being okay    like a plant's tendrils  
Life without love is like the sun without the moon,  life without love is like a flower that'll never bloom.  Life without love is like a star that won't shine,  life without love is like a poem with no rhyme.
A bright and beautiful flower There you are Beneath the star Bounding with lots of power Unique from all So stiff and tall An ever so blooming flower Under the sky So blue and bright
Roses are not red, they’re internal colors that blend together, it is our naked eye that misguides us. Something so natural, untouched yet so beautiful and breathtaking.
Life is no fun when you're counting it by the hours Life is worth living when you’re gazing at this flower Of what has become and what’s going to be It stands bright and strong after stung by honeybees
Traveling through the vast expanse of this mighty world we venture upon beautiful beings. One of the most that happens to strike our likings are flowers. Because we see flowers to be these such beautiful things we take care of them.
The seed of the little flower was dropped by a mother bird trying to feed her little chicks. The seed happened to drop into a yard where it was overtaken by weeds and was savagely destroyed by pollution.
Dear sweet and putrid Flower I find myself riveted by your solitude. And there is no better method for passing the day In this jail-cell we call freedom
Jazsmin jaz - man     noun      f  1. A blossoming flower that will always keep growing She silently developes within the faith of her blooms
I remember I found you lying in pain on top of the stone. I took you with me because you were hurt and I was alone. How beautiful your petals were as I brought you into the light, with a green stem and bright complexion.
The flowerA flower sits up on it's stem over looking the ocean an sunIt opens up  only a few times a year for it dark for most of the timeAs the sun stars to dim  it closes it peddles lowers it head to sleep
The flowerA flower sits up on it's stem over looking the ocean an sunIt opens up  only a few times a year for it dark for most of the timeAs the sun stars to dim  it closes it peddles lowers it head to sleep
My flower is wilting
The world around us is constantly moving Even the smallest flower is beautifully blooming. If a bud so small gets a chance to bloom A human so tall, chance as well should assume.
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The defying smile of the red flower fades
How I weep for the flower that set on the shelf Not able to grow and become its true self Only to grow until it runs out of space Always stuck in the exact same place Never getting the chance to take in the fresh air
Whoa, that man have caught my eye My perceptions far on edge   I wonder why Who could he be?   An abuser came straight from hell To beat up on little ole me?  
She once was a little flower Not knowing how to speak But when she did Something beautiful happened She became herself And learned from all her failures
Flowers have been planted in my heart Roots intertwineing with my veins pulling them apart Seeds burrowed deep inside my chambers The planters thinking they are doing me a favor Some stay and help them grow
I was a flower Now? I'm a withered, lifeless stem Petals brown and wrinkled Stiff and brittle Decomposing in the dump. How did I get here? You of all people should know.
I am alive: My color radiant as blood Electricity coursing throughout I hold my head towards the sun As I accept the blessing of rain ... I am withered
The white lily waltz as the wind gently crosses the marble path   her silk fingers sparkled like embedded quartz as they reached out to grasp the everlasting moonlight  
What if I told you that I'm raw? What if I told you that I'm broken? What if I told you I feel like crying? Well. I do.   What if I told you that I'm burdened?
Is it not interesting, the way a single daisy grows through a crack in the sidewalk? Layer upon layer of cement and sweat and exertion were Smoothed into place there and were never meant to be disturbed my man’s efforts.
Is it not interesting, the way a single daisy grows through a crack in the sidewalk? Layer upon layer of cement and sweat and exertion were Smoothed into place there and were never meant to be disturbed my man’s efforts.
Like a sunflower, I am growing.  As a child I was a like a seed, 
Ive never seen a women with hair so fair. Wrinkled skin but she wears Chanel. 92 with looks of 62. She's great. Warm Heart like her favorite blueberry muffin. Devastated by loneliness...
I am a flower
I give you this lonely flower Which contains all i can give I'm sorry I didn't have the power To give you a better chance to live   But in this world that's dying Hope for a better tomorrow is rare
Sweet flower, oh so delicate Awaiting to bloom, within the first week of November To have something to give thanks for The beautiful flower that is to come
When skies were always of a blue In times when I knew love was in me, When I was young and filled with joy, The world seemed beautiful and good, I loved a girl, and she loved me,
A heart beating to the sound of a
The lotus, blooms from from the murkiest waters. 
They see a pretty face Divine beauty insurmountable to replace I see her angel kiss freckles Untainted worth no amount of empty shekels. The strongest flower my naked eyes have seen
I have a past, we all do Some of it is lies, other things are true My grandma said I lied about rape My aunt said I was fake My church said I was a mistake My friends said they needed a break
As I walked on the laid brick
Golden days are full of bloom But inside petals is dark of gloom. Beneath waxy leaves are hidden shadow
I really enjoyed how bubbly she and goofy he lindy hopped on smooth wood without looking in the studio mirror. It wasn’t so lovely once you came not to ask me to dance, but to call me a wallflower
I will look upon a normal tree, Robust trunk and swinging leaves, Then realize I wanted a flower. I’ll tell myself it could be one, Then it is, the transformation done, Less of a tree with each passing hour.
I planted you a rose; sat and watched it bloom the rose didn't feel me watching, or notice that I was trying to forget you.   Who do roses grow for? Surely mine for you,  
Why must you make me suffer?  One error and I am faulty?   Why do you uproot my regret and prevent me from my blossom?  Even the most delicate rose has its thorns, and you still
In my graveyard minda sunflower grows high upand now there is hope.
When our species is summoned  Brought from the unknown Where in is one's spirit shown? It is hidden deeply within only obviously felt when  you feel it radiating remembering where
In my mind My flower's
Drugs and Rock n' Roll Live the counterculture life  Be the flower child
Crystal rose, You reflect light so beautifully, But how does it feel to have petals of stone and not of felt? To hold no fragrance, To not sway melodically in the winds’ breeze, To only be a sturdy copy?
A small violet flower sits in her pot, Wilting away and left out to rot. Stagnant in growth, surrounded by weeds, Some food and some water is all that she needs. People walk near her to get her hopes high,
Steel rafts of ocean hands             Pearl into icy depths             Piercing through its smooth skin             Breaking the shocks of energy             Through thick blue
It has no bounds -
A stream of compassion flows with peace A river of grace is love
  The dandelion is the wishing flower,
Have you e
Far away a lone flower blooms. Alive only by the soft light of the moon. In a dream she catches the whisper of a tune. The song of the lost and lonesome loon. Hear the melody it is destined to croon.  
Ohh, but a laugh.As precious as a flower.'Tis not what's in a name.'Tis what is in a laugh with an open hand beside it.     (March 20, 2012)
hanging from a petals poredrying slowly above the floor,of yellow roses and red sunflowers.               paint a florist affair               as birds outside shoot              ray-guns to the sun.
The sun and a flower met oneday admiring one another's beauty and they loved each other, oh so much that they were the other one's, truely   "Ive lost my way!" the sun proclaimed
A flower so rare So unique Said to bloom once a life time Through tender care-of Mother Nature, it grows- Into the beauty of life The single sight The flower of a lifetime The sight of beauty
The flower was dead… So she went to bed. There she laid her head… Because the flower was dead… And there was no way it could mend.   Along came a man dressed in white
  All its life it was tortured Stomped on, covered, abandoned. Alone in the midst of winter it sprouted. When everything else was dead, it came to life.
The flower in the vase     By the window sillGave us air to breathe as it grewBeauty to look at in all timeTaken advantage of     It was pickedAnd there it sits in the windowWilting slowlyBut sooner than it shouldI weep for that beautyAs it was ta
Pick me not a flowerAs though that were all I amA quickly fading pretty thingJust a trinket in your hand
“All I need is a red rose To see her dance upon her toes, But in my garden there is none,” The student cried up to the sun.   Lying in a nest above Sat a bird inspired by love.
Gather flowersSo does this generationThroughout the decade and moreWithin the overwhelmed nationThose whom adoreColors spinning-They thread it through their hairSome singing-
In another world, I would be a flowerWith light pink petals and a long green stemI'd be awfully pretty and wonderfully wittyThe plain people would pass and I'd pity them
It's petals are different colours, Red and pink and blue and yellow; like a picture painted on the wall. The stem so long and green, with leaves as thin as paper. Grass and others around it's roots
Another day, another hour Until I walk past a lonely flower I stare at it’s beauty and it’s grace That’s when I realize that I slowed my pace.
You're in my thoughts, And all around me You're in the water, When I feel small by the ocean You're in the sand, Slipping through my fingers You're in my garden, A sunflower standing tall
I padlocked the miles so distance could be kept In a vault where nothing of value could be dreamt Can you slam my fingers in a metal door Till they crunch and I can't touch No not anymore
The light sunflower Diminishes through fall Until shriveled and dead
Where yellow flowers bloom, The sun sets below the trees Winds blow a selfless tune An awakening of light from the moon But the glow is just a tease Where yellow flowers bloom The pedals become immune
Night Gladiolus Sprung out to the open sky waiting for the sun...
Why is the rose so beautiful? In life and death. It glistens, frosted by the morning tears that gently fall away, to die? Or do they help start life down deep in the roots of thought.
You’re so small You grow every day Inch by inch So skinny and long You start to bloom Pedal by pedal You’re so bright and secure Peacefully you stand Making the world so colorful
Hello little flower How are you this morning? Did you sleep well? Oh little flower look how beautiful you are As you grow and grow And twine and twist
I felt the frost on my tongue, because I was growing young and the sun didn't shine from the words I spoke. I kissed a flower as I smelled a delicate perfume and walked in a cold garden among a cold world.
My Flower may still be a bud, but If I don't get better at hanging on to that wall I'm gonna be dead-headed before I know it.
A dancer delicately flutters, Tiptoes, Pirouettes along the fibers in my mind, Still suspended in the limbo of REM, dreaming and lusting to put power to words. Match the brunt force and desire.
Roses are said to bloom in the spring, Just like every other flower. Perhaps this year there is a different timing, For a rose to not bloom this particular hour.
I watch each day as the flower grows I wonder, does it know? That it grows in a world where bad things happen, wars are fought, people starve But still I watch as the flower grows
Bought the bulb as a gift, boxed with soil, pot, all it needed to grow and watched the flicker of time's lapse lengthen its green shadow, a scratch in a leaf like a wink
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