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You'll Find Me

Mountain melt trickles a pure innocence
ever closer to her fluent destiny
with each lingering kiss from the sun
Wooded embankments overflow 
the ancient river starts to grow
and faster and faster she 
pushes her way downstream

Here is where you'll find me
on the side of the bend
at the base of a mighty oak
arising from a seed
splashes falling all around
quenching my need
my need to be free
pushing me to bloom

Here is where you'll find me
growing    if only for you
waiting patiently for your soft touch
hoping your wings might
brush beside me
as you momentarily flutter by
hoping you take
a little peek inside of me
inside the place I carry
the fruits that nourish life
for generations to flourish
and for happiness to thrive

Here is where I'll stand
in the sun and in the night
watching over you
and your glorious flight
swaying with the summer breeze
brightening up the bend
and being true to the ever end

Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2016

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Playing God

Oh, how I cherish that bright sun! But she
must turn me often lest I grow deformed
and stifled in my quest for too much light.

And at the faithful window, day by day,
that glow appears—my sustenance of life.
Instinctively, I lift my leafy palms
as if to catch each golden ray, and lean
to kiss the glass, back arched in thankful pose.

And she, like God, keeps turning me around
to make me straight, aware that I must work
to find the light once more. An endless fight,
this turning, turning, cutting short my time
to fully drink of sun. And what despair
for me to face again the shadowed room—
to gather strength, confront the task at hand:
my twisting, writhing, standing tall, erect—
then leaning, reaching out for light again.

And yet I grow in beauty, health, and grace.
The secret lies in proper tension kept
between her God-like care to keep me straight,
and my strong will, to seek and worship sun.

February 10, 2015


Blank Verse: Iambic, 10 syllables and 5 feet per line.

Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2015

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The Traveler and The Rose

A strange blue rose - alone
midst an array of clustered flowers -
a few of them her friends -
the shy violets, lovely white lilies, and bold marigolds.
In the gracious garden spot the traveler singled her out -
his gaze resting admiringly upon her.
Each day as he passed that spot,
she was the one he sought. . . 

And day by day the traveler came around,
speaking through the fence softly in sweet sounds
that wafted her way with the wind.
Persistent wasp, in guise of a honeybee,
he tried so hard to wear that flower down. . . 
till unexpectedly, he strode right through the gate,
and blissfully ignorant of a rose's care,
plucked her up, swept her high up into the air,
and uprooted that blue rose from her safe soil.

But he did not a gardener make.
Knowing nothing of roses,
he knew very little of any flower he pursued.
Moreover, one mere blue rose cannot long compete
with the other bright fanciful flowers
which, along that traveler's path, he was sure to meet.

Those soft whispered words
that caressed her blossomed cheek
soon ceased.
And the water to her soul (if a rose has a soul,
he did not care to know), stopped its flow. 
Scars he left -
new thorns on her stem that grew outward
from his cruel cut, 
but she'd go on. . . . 

Long time replanted now in solid refuge ground,
the strange blue rose
has gained self-understanding,
that one thing for himself (she imagines)
which the traveler she so briefly knew
has never found.

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2010

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Copyright © Charmaine Chircop | Year Posted 2015

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I AM A WATER LILY When blue skies kiss whisper and queer ripples quiver... I drink on sun rays and bathe from falling rain, I stand there afloat: graceful and reserve. From pink petals shimmer, I flush also a moonlit snow, honeyed aroma I puff and puff chasing wind curves thrilling some senses, awakening some nerves! Upon gush and waves of bursting rainbow colors, I lay atop, my rhizomes rise, they waft.... Around my roots are croaking frogs and slimy eels, they thrive for I supply their daily meals. Day by day in my life, I live to be pure, my heart beckons heaven yet my roots down here... Even if currents trample me and storms blow me, upon seas and oceans, I trip like a sailing ship but upon force, upon wonders I shall abide giving my everything-- my best white shots! _____________________________________________________ Note: Rhizomes - a horizontal plant stem with shoots above and roots below serving as a reproductive structure ~~WATER LILY ---purity of heart ~~ Sponsor Andrea Dietrich Contest Name Picture Yourself as a Flower! Placed 5th... O.E. GUILLERMO 10:29 am, May 05, 2015

Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser | Year Posted 2015

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One moist patch, like dewy grass,
surrounded by a field of weeds,
emerges first and breathes at last, 
through openings, the air it needs.
Cut off from, and cut off of;
counting on, and counting in;
from down below, to up above - 
A smack on tender, crimson skin.
	There is a pulse.

One spring bud, like seedling stems,
surrounded by a garden wall,
is standing out from all of them, 
despite the fact, they're just as tall.
And though the bud has not yet grown,
the soil and the water see
more than just the seed they've sewn.
They see the flower it will be.
	There is a pulse.

One tall stem, like climbing vines,
surrounded by its petals' plumes,
shares its elegant designs,
and stretches as it blooms.
And when the wind begins to call,
the flower spreads it's pollen 'round.
It falls in love, and loves in fall,
and falling love renews the ground.
	There is a pulse.

Copyright © John Taylor | Year Posted 2010

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Lovely lily, you take my breath away I just have to tell you how much I adore you. The moment we met I could smell your sweet scent so fragrant and alluring. I looked longingly at your svelte body, so tall and elegant with long arms outstretched holding such beautiful blooms. Standing in the daylight I saw the sun shining on your beautiful face; you turned to bask in its rays and cute freckles appeared on your skin. I watched you flirting with nature and you blushed bright pink as you swirled your pretty party dress and danced on the summer breeze. 09~01~16 And in words she blooms Contest Sponsored by Casarah Nance Stargazer lilies are one of my favourite flowers and grow in pots in my front garden – sadly with the high winds we have experienced recently all the petals dropped in 4 days.

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2016

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Fantastic Flora Masquerade

Creeping creepy creepers, the crawling trellis
jutting out of everywhere
snaking through country and metropolis
twisting turning in floral bliss
but more like snakes that hiss
But in quietude feign death for self-defense! 

Weeping willows with an unreal surreal sorrow
weeping tears of dew onto the silted furrow.
Perhaps weeping for bretheren felled
in deforestations and land clearings in
my imaginations of the call to preservation.
Against ethnic cleansing of greenery for selfish building
As per man's construction for mere recreation

Velvety-green tear- stained faces or rather foliage
When dew is stuck on them as nature's trinkets of pearls.

And over there touch-me-nots swaying coyly
like prim and proper maidens
in the fantastic floral gardens.

And what in the world is this case? 
Imitation flowery in place of imitation jewellery? 
Yeah, thats poinsettia in a vase
Leaves in the disguise of flowers
Its actual flowers relegated to backstage.

And ethereal fairy-slippers await their never coming wearers
and Indian pipes to be admired by Red Indian sightseers.

Oh and here's another spectacle- but sniper tactics this time
Yikes! Let the naive insect world beware! 
Whilst the bloodthirsty killers lie in ambush
Those camouflaged jungle guerrillas
or should we say the venus fly-traps! 

Or a more harmless one yet mimicking the scary
A snap-dragon flora, its mouth opening and snapping shut.

Then watch that mega-sized jumbo giant flora
The world's largest flower
No stems, no leaves, plant-eater plant, rafflesia.
Is it too much for the faint-hearted ha ha.

And wow now watch that incredible costume, oh my! 
A flower masked as some pesky fly! 
None other than the remarkable fly orchid.

And yet another, the silent music of the fiddlenecks
Fiddles as if for the light-weight fairies.

And lastly not forgetting ofcourse
the sky-blue unforgettable forget-me-nots
A memorable bouquet but themselves devoid of memory.

Ah nature lover poets if you wish to view
more of flora in a fancy dress masquerade
Go ahead and flip through the pages of
a botanical, floral
pictorial journal.
And see for yourself the fantastic flora's charade
or else imagine them dressed as a floral renegade!

Copyright © S.zaynab Kamoonpuri | Year Posted 2017

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Down The Garden Path

Dozens of gallant white tulips swooning
Promising fragrant notes to ponder
Fiery stains of red passion tattooed 
Whistling breeze freshens her view

Last petal standing determines her fate
Daisy has faith her true love won't escape
A golden heart stems from his solid core
She needs no reminding she's been here before

Lilies devotion so luminous and pure
Never flounder's nor dies it flourishes matures
Each anniversary love blooms in delight
Countless colours displayed in unique garden sunlight

Rose picky so quick to sympathize 
Stands by her bouquet can't help but comply
Strong and resilient her beauty mystifies
One fragrant note you cannot deny
Tulips they swoon they puff and they sway
Gallant and fragrant their beauty displayed
Flowers they flourish in our lives each day
Love and attention is what we must convey

Copyright © Carol B. | Year Posted 2017

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The Succulent Flower

Do you wish to taste 
the succulent flower 
as she grows, anxious, in the garden? 
Morning’s blush arouses 
her soft pink petals 
and they become warm and moist with dew 
A sweet musky scent fills the air 
It calls to you 
and you cannot resist 
Her sultry aroma 
holds the promise 
of unabashed ecstasy 
She blooms 
open and eager 
beneath you 
She is ready to be exposed 
You brush against her petals 
and she quivers 
with anticipation 
You caress her 
for she is inviting 
Velvet smooth perfection 
She is yours to possess 
You reach for her 
and take her 
You hold her close against you 
And for a brief moment 
she is all you know 
She is a prize, 
your prize, 
to be put in her place 
You display her 
so others will know your worth 
Sadly, she sits alone 
in her vase, 
withered and undesired

Copyright © lisa verdon | Year Posted 2007

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Thistle's when i'm prickly down
Upon your silky pappus.
Ither on over
Your showy
Purple flower head.
Onorpordum Acanthium
Is where i quenteth
On the pointed end
Of a prickspur
Not knowing the time.

Copyright © Thresha Reese | Year Posted 2017

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I'm a Little Flower

I’m a little flower
Being seared by the sun
My petals are now wilting
My life is almost done

I’m a little flower
My colors are fading fast
I’m parched to the core
And yet you move on passed

You water other flowers
Little sprinkles you give me
While I struggle to hold on
My beauty for you to see

I’m a little flower
That you once called divine
Now you have lost interest
I’m no longer glorious...fine

I’m a little flower
You’ve neglected for a while
But I’m still struggling on
Longing to see your smile…

I’m a little flower
This is my final plea
Remember my first bloom
Promise to revive me

Oh, water me, my love
My petals now caress
I’ll open as before
unfurled by tenderness

Eileen Manassian Ghali

Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2013

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In summer my garden comes alive
as graceful butterflies make it home.
Peacocks with vivid colours flit
from blossom to blossom

Busily working gathering nectar
pollinating as they go on to next
flower. All so pretty I love them all
visiting my climbing rambling roses.

Red Admirals, Swallow tails and monarchs
adding swathes of brilliant colour
chased by Skippers and Orange tips
as each one vies for one more bloom.

While Gatekeepers and Clouded Yellows
delicately sip from my hibiscus.
A cloud of Fritillary's descend on stocks
and Painted Ladies mock the sweet peas.

A drone of bumble bees sets the tune
for Tortoiseshells to dance to.
Purple Emperors set the scene
as they visit my asters and begonia's.

Ah! sweet summer flowers, all
are kissed by Comma's  and Coppers
bringing my garden to life
with joy as they all busily work

written 08/12/2015
contest Skat's  Butterflies

Copyright © Shadow Hamilton | Year Posted 2015

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I Am A Wildflower

Out in the open meadow 
Swaying in the breeze
I am a wildflower 
Living a life of ease

The seed from which I grew 
Was blown here by the wind
It landed on the earth 
And that was my beginning

I am watered by the rain 
And fed by the earth
Each of them is dear to me
My life depends on both

I have two faithful friends
Who come to visit me
One is a pretty butterfly
The other is a honeybee

I feed them with my nectar
And then they fly away
I tell them to come back
On another day

I am bathed by the sunshine
Which makes my colours glow
It keeps me nice and warm
And also helps me grow 

My beauty is free for all to see
Even a little child
I love the life I am living
I enjoy being free and wild

wildflower - a flower that grows wild and free

I have added three more verses: (verses 4,5,6)
I had removed them to meet the contest requirements.

Copyright © john beharry | Year Posted 2015

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The purple angel facing the sun, so fair to look upon
has a tenacious grip on the moors; it roots secured.
With its head held high, it sways at ease in the breeze;
yet for puncturing thorns, surely, it will be scorned.

Never trained for battles, its winter seed pods rattle
defying each foe, flowering even in spring's white snow.
Its sharp spines bring tears, pricks equals to a sharp spear
to Scotia a dauntless brave, for their land was saved!  
Like a woman defending her virtue, to any, she is bold to face,
yet, the angel as a lion-heart. Her words full of art, 
bloom despite the pain, a greater beauty she attains.
Where ever she may live, this heavenly thistle will thrive.

This humble weed will prosper in the rich faithful soil she seeds
before the sun she and Royal Scotland have plighted their troth
***Inspired by the painting Thistle in a Field, by Fidelia Bridges  1875

__Olive Eloisa D. Guillermo__
January 19, 2015

~~This a late post because I have no internet connection for almost 5 days...

Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser | Year Posted 2016

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Moon Flower

Moon flower

You lay on white cotton sheets with the hospital logo imprinted
on the cloth and on the fabric of your life talcum powder for
your bed sores anorexic washed out gastric spittle dribbling
from ulcerous mouth facing what had to come no more shine
no radiant beauty just a living corps in the moonlit dusky night

Fed up and fed through lines in your flaccid arms scared from
where the needles had left skinned putrid innocent islands had
succumbed to chasing the dragon fallen off addictive wagons
breathing shallowly through white powder perforated nose
the stigma of questing for life in ecstacy a dim echo of delusion

Noose marks round your neck overdosed under-clothed a crazy
lunatic dishevelled mis-resemblance of what should have been
was meant to be a vibrant journey not eclipsed by crying despair

Your parents had called you Luna Flora the moonflower in their
pagan hippie delight had not considered the toxic poisonous stars

Moonflower one of the most romantic plants in the garden sweetly
fragrant trumpet shaped blossoms unfurled in the night pollinated
by moths like white powder spreading beauty and toxic devil’s weed

Luring enticing tempting dangerous hallucinating agitated confusion
when sucked in too eagerly not knowing where and when to stop

Like belladonna which you had meant to portray the night flower
shed its shadow cast indigestible spells over your paths on earth
too short wasted rejected drowning in sorrowful blindness side-lined
from sun and sparkling stars into the wicked night of helpless evil
you withered rushed from shot to shot one too many dirty cannulas oozing

A desiccated child-woman of the night pushing and pulling from
client to client giving your sex for their money extorted by pimps on
street corners dirty sprung mattresses feeding phallic prickly bursts
of sprinkling disgust a skeleton draped in loose lucid skin fondled breasts
you opened your legs closed your shame for anti-heroic heroin

Dressed in white cotton you marvelled stone dead in lunar radiance
from your marble coffin at midnight when the bells chimed good bye
when your friend and you parents had lost their minds and only child
at the final curtain last act of resistance to the ambiguity of Luna Deflorata
vanished to fangs of white powder white pills translucent misery injected

Written at midnight 22 August 2016

Copyright © Kai Michael Neumann | Year Posted 2016

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As she spread her crest, sweet fumes filled the air.
From a humble bud, she turned to a beautiful red rose,
Ripe enough to make a garden of its own.
With her scent, insects flew,
Tempted to taste its sweet milky bottom.
That's what happens when a flower blooms!

Copyright © Flora Mae Gudez | Year Posted 2014

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My hummingbird found me
A cactus i used to be
Instead she wrapped around me
she kissed my deep buried heart
Rose petals surround me
All around me 
All around me 
I am a dancing flower now
Dancing On the beats 
Of her cute fluttering sound...

Copyright © ANKIT DEDHA | Year Posted 2014

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Her purplish glow  tints an innocence
Like a dainty bloom in the mist of spring;
Frolicking on woods as she gently laughs
To invite jays for a caper, a tune!

Wavy  locks adorn a heart-shaped face
Morning-kissed through daylight’s gaiety;
Then plays hide-and seek with breezes 
Unaffected by mild trails of rainfall.

Till  sunshine flutters  into  near  noon
Each perfumed cheek beaming, newly tanned
Yet  merry her romp, her dress winging
In lilac tones...such a rare delight. 

Awed, I cuddle my dear Violet
Oh, lovely god –daughter so pleasant,
Ripening through those flowering eyes
Violet child, my gem from above.

And in words, she blooms Contest
Sponsor: Casarah Nance  8/31/2016
~ The symbols of a violet could mean purity,
Innocence ,and child-like wonder.

Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2016

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Nature's Art

Mother Nature took her paint brush,
and eloquently tipped each petal
With a multitude of glorious colors.
She awoke the morning sun and coaxed
the pedals to greet the morning rays.
She dropped, droplets of morning dew,
watching the moss green carpet
stretch to catch each  drop.
She painted nature's floral bouquet,
and they happily, danced in the breeze.
Her landscape, soon became a work of art.
A scenic wonder, that soon brought the bees,
Who busily, flew from flower to flower 
tasting each, nectar filled blossom.
They happily flew to the hive and back,
Bringing excitement over the floral find.
The flowers continued to flourish under,
the fine painters hand.

Copyright © Phyllis Babcock | Year Posted 2011

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Go ahead; grab a gander at our grandeur
Our smooth, sweet, smelling, smorgasbord
Of colorful carpet comprised of countless creations 
Of nature’s naturally nurtured niceties’

Skip, jump, tumble, roll, wrestle
You are welcome…rest your bodies 
In the cool heat of the spring sunlight of our sustenance

Its rays radiate radicals necessary for us flowers
To freely, flourish, fruitfully…

See our gentle stamens extend themselves 
Inviting and enjoying the buzzing of bees company
We are alive in our soil, our intricate roots feast on rich minerals

Oh, wondrous nature creates our effects of beauty, comfort, and seducing sedation, just for you to take a rest. 

If you enjoy us often, you may have the good fortune of awakening amidst a sun shower, the final ingredients of two parts hydrogen and one part oxygen which nature gives us to ensure our multitudes multiply for your pleasure.  Hey, did you catch that double rainbow?

                                                                                      Sunshine Williams

Copyright © jill spagnola | Year Posted 2015

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Little People

I live with my friends in their garden,
known as Moonshine I lead the fairies
as we tend to the flowers and plants
dusting them with a magical potion.

At full moon we have a special party
to which come the gnomes and pixies.
Not forgetting the mischievous elves
looking so dainty in costumes green.

We have a wild time sipping elderflower
or maybe raspberry wine with biscuits.
Grumpy hides away while the others
make merry as Snow White dances.

As day breaks and rays of sunshine
beam down its time to now depart.
We curl up together on luscious ferns,
and whisper exchanging fairy gossip.

Laughing as we remember the odd kiss
snatched by those cheeky elves.
Setting down happily in our garden
that blooms in great abundance.

Copyright © Shadow Hamilton | Year Posted 2016

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The blissful flower landed on the earthly dirt
And rooted its seeds on the bosom of mankind.
The flower blooms only in fruitful pure heart
Which grazes its petals like one hungry hind.

Virtues are the atoms of God, the holiest one.
The more we attain it, the more we appear near
To Him, His being, Virtues and godliness anon
As our soul drenches with immortal holy tear.

The earthy flower blooms, dies in perched air
With a fragrance that melts, melts, melts away.
But the fragrant flower of Virtue is always fair,
Its fragrance rises towards heavenly stairway.

Copyright © Osman Gani | Year Posted 2011

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It all started with a flower,
Life changing and captivating,
Staring in amazement,
My eyes fixed, 
Vacantly transported,
Into different realms,
Scented levels of ecstasy,
Floating on clouds of petals,
Overwhelming happiness,
Ecstatic awoken senses,
Rhapsodies in paradise,
Spoken waves of love,
Excitement and euphoria,
Came knocking that day,
I was drawn by color 
Pursued by fragrance,
Astounded by fresh aroma, 
Blooms of epic passion,
Took me on a ride,
Touching the gates of heaven.

Copyright © Wendy Rycroft | Year Posted 2017

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Azalea of my Heart

What can be fairer and just then, 
the beauty of your plush pink skin.
In the moonlight, your beauty glimers in pink 
as does the moon, 
over the tripping waves of the peaceful sea.
In sunlight, the light catches your skin 
and flirts with my eyes, 
as does the dew in the sunken meadows, 
with the first kisses of the dawn 

Now how do I describe your endless beauty!
It is innumerable as the petals that share your name 
My heart bleeds for your love 
as your veins pump the finest milk, 
that radiates your beauty. 
In all the splendor and glory of Queen Cleopatra, 
were she to bath in your milk, 
she would be immortally present.

Your fully thick and impermeable lips 
plague my dreams 
as my eternal spring of youth. 
Your hair, the only breeze that soothes my delicate skin.

As seasonal as this love may seem, 
it does endure the scorch of heat 
and glacier of frost.
Oh! To rest upon your golden chalice.

No, this  cannot be lust. I am certain.
This must be  love, even if it feels inclined.
There is no other light but the bright 
piercings of your smile upon my heart. 
Your laughter is the sweet smell of the exotic gardens of Budapest, 
the nectar of my own ears.

See how your petals have bloomed, 
the light hits your petals like snowflakes.

Copyright © Sizwe Hlabisa | Year Posted 2016

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Our plight

We're strong and many, beautiful and bright
We bring no harm by loving sunlight,
The others are nurtured, but we're labeled and slaughtered, 
They're given all they need, but we're known as a bother 
No one is proud of us, we're poisoned, torn apart
As if we are nothing and haven't got hearts
Someone named us when we were born, 
since then we have been nothing but scorned
We stand up tall, but inside we are cryin’
We're not the Tulip or the Rose,
We are the Dandelion

September 2017

Copyright © Tanis Troutman | Year Posted 2016

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I became some flowers in a magazine -
someone's made up fantasy...

In turn, there was a loco, a station-master,
and a boy watering the flowers.

I loved the part where I was watered,
for I had not drunk for days,
and I relished the water going down my stalks
and into earth below.

Copyright © Julia Ward | Year Posted 2015

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The Flower

Wither and die,
Said I, to the flower,
Your purpose in life is what?

To beautify,
To beautify the land?
Inquired I of the flower,
Would that be your reason for existence?

Wither and die,
Commanded I to the flower,
Should your beauty forever live?

Answer me!
Pleaded I to the flower,
What has your destiny shown?

Should your beauty thrive?
Should your beauty thrive forever?
Wondered I of the flower,
Or should the Earth wither and crumble?

Wither and die I shall,
Said the flower to me,
Should I live forever, only you may know.

Copyright © Maygin Creekmore | Year Posted 2011

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Vivacious Lily

Vivacious Lily She took on cruise plenty souls Merry they danced with joy Glimpse of her dissolved all woes When she smiled and blushed with coy Spread her scent in verdant valley Sweetness infinite! Smitten by her poise and piety Descended moon from sky Shining bright, beside the pool he asked Will you be my wife?!
18th October 2016

Copyright © Anulaxmi Nayak | Year Posted 2016

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The Flower And The Weed

The weed is jealous looking over to next door,
                       that pleasant flower whose most adored.
It eyes the style and mimics through its bloom
                       but there was only room for one to groom.
The clippers controlled by human hands
                       Decided first who was meant to leave the land.
The weed did fear for he only wanted love
                       But clipped away and jumped afar above.

Copyright © brittany martin | Year Posted 2008