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Flower Husband Poems | Husband Poems About Flower

These Flower Husband poems are examples of Husband poems about Flower. These are the best examples of Flower Husband poems written by international PoetrySoup poets

Details | Light Poetry |


I was just trying to remember the past
 trying to remember the good people
 and the bad people,
 that i came across on my way,

i want you to know
that you are among the good people
 that left a good trace in my life,

once again i just want to say thank you
for passing through my life,
is so short but is wonderful
i want you here forever.

Details | I do not know? |

"Trembling of the Shy Temple Flower"

 "Trembling of the Shy Temple Flower"

i shall tremble at your every command
to sever only you
would be my greatest desire

let the ground be humble
to the rumble
of your feet

i am your faithful temple
shy flower cover me
only your tears
will water me~

let me be your
reverent faithful
one desire~

and i will
wash and heal all of your wounds~

do what you will
with me~
only softly say
my name~

and i will shyly say
the most caring
words to you~

your will~
is my will~

for i care only
for the rumble
of the trembling
of your feet~

aka lyricvixen

Details | Free verse |



Every line not just the bus the cafeteria at least in the lesser smaller rules would 
have a line and must produce the TICKET to get the product eye can sense it 
does not matter now ewe eye has glazed and interest has wandered back to the 
television or the window even oh please ewe pay attention. A stub of counterfit 
will not benifit the lame or halt or worried for there gender there they must have 
the goods in hand the concrete tender the dough rey mee the stuff that makes 
mens greed the money. After carefull consideration of the facts it takes the 
monkey on his back to make the money that he needs to carry greed to pinnacle 
mountains on his overactive garden of imagination he is ON the MARK he is 
Standing Toe to Toe with JOE and active in his quest and merciless at rest he 
makes his way down the line with TICKET in his hand no matter if its milk or 
meat or love or final resting place. Who is that on that cactus patch does it rally 
matter MOE his name was JOE they ALL was JOE he could have went on down 
the road but stayed to die in cactus OH what was his name it never matters to a 
martyer his spirit fled when they killed his body his name is JOE. He had his 
ticket in his hand a purple flower clutched so hard he bled. He hollard out her 
name he called her Violet and then he came to knoe his GOD again this time in 
person he has his TICKET in his hand but what is left is NOT man just another 
NUMBER on the list just another burial to be placed he had his TICKET in his 
hand a violet flower he is now a man at rest. 

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