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A Flower's Funeral

A sweet flower's funeral
displayed in the cold months
of snowy weather and bone chilling shivers.
A sweet flower burned away, dried up;
buried six feet under.

Oh, my sweet flower,
how you once bloomed with no remorse,
like a madman blooming with beauty
and a glorious halo over your head
shinned with such power and blinding glory.

Oh my sweet flower how you have gone now,
resting in peace in the land of paradise.
Oh, my heart it is weak when I see your face,
of once beautiful smiles and warm embraces.
I can hear your crying out to be free.

Snowing and bone chilling cold ripes at my soul
and feelings of sorrow rage through my blood,
boiling my hatred to the world, for losing your
sweet and ever glorious beauty.

What I would give away, if I could be with you
one last night, one last night together
to hold you in my arms, to smell your sweet perfume
that brings back sweet memories of you and I.
What I would do to be with you,
such romance travels through my heart in the highways
of my veins in my body, love is all throughout me,
and my heart breaks when pictures of you start to collect dust.

My love for you, my sweet flower,
is still ingering through the air,
as I travel and look upon a tombstone
which shows your beautiful name.

Come to me my dear flower,
when spring comes,
come to me my dear, sweet flower.
And bloom once again,
twice as large as last year,
and ten times more beautiful then last year.
Come to me in the first months of spring
in my dreams, so I could sit and talk with you.
I miss you already,
and my heart crys,
my eyes flood with tears of sorrow.
I miss our love we shared.
Long walks,
cosy talks,
warm cuddling embraces
and beautiful displayed in a picture frame.
Now I hear the tapping of raindrops on my window pane.
That is all that keeps me company,
that and the rose you gave to me
and a picture of you and me.
Love is endless, even when blue eyed Death comes to visit
and play a game of chess with us,
we all play our game, my love.
I shall go tonight
in my sleepy slumber
and dream of you in the times of our height in our love for each other.
My lost love, you are gone, resting in paradise,
but never forgotten my sweet flower.


Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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Date: 12/26/2014 11:06:00 PM
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Date: 12/25/2014 8:02:00 AM
Also Merry Christmas!
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Date: 12/25/2014 8:01:00 AM
For me this is my personal favorite, congratulations on a fine win.
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Date: 12/25/2014 6:12:00 AM
Very emotive and expressive work..Way to go..Sara
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Date: 12/24/2014 11:01:00 AM
The sadness and the deep emotion, love felt with every line, moves one to tears. Beautifully written. So lovely, and poignant! Congratulations on your winning poem. it touches the heart.
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Date: 12/24/2014 8:44:00 AM
Chris, a sincere congratulations to your for your wonderful win in this contest. Your words captured your deep emotion of loss and brought tears to my eyes. Sandra
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Date: 12/24/2014 2:14:00 AM
so heartbreaking and emotional a write Chris - many congrats:-) hugs jan xx
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Date: 10/6/2013 10:33:00 AM
Chris, this is very heartbreaking and deep. Full of passion and emotion. The use of a flower for the loved one lost was creative and unique. You bring the reader to tears with this one. Hugs
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Date: 10/6/2013 8:32:00 AM
- A touching and beautiful poem, Chris. - Have a nice Sunday! - oxox // Anne-Lise :)
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