Loss Flower Poems

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Details | Free verse |
Fields Of Lilies ~A Poet Destroyer Collaboration~ I stand tall among the restful souls That has received restored innocence after death With a trumpet of harmony sweet fragrant bloom Drowning in tears that have been shed Soil sprinkled over me after I’m forced away ~ Loosen soil waiting to heal, Seductive scents sing throughout spring --before the frost of forgetfulness Hand carried beautifully before the bells ring A variety of fragrances, bewitch the afternoon From bulbs to everlasting fields of empty promises , ~A Poet Destroyer Collaboration~ & Poet Destroyer 8/5/2015
Thank you for the privilege in the collaboration Your words are so beautiful and profound

Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2015




Details | Lyric |
I am reminded of... the days I would watch her work 
in her flower garden for hours at a time
I am reminded of... the days she would take me by my
hand and say come along help grandma
I am reminded of... me carrying my little bucket along
to help her water all  of her flowers
I am reminded of... The smiles that would cover grandma's 
face when new flowers would be blooming
I am reminded of... sitting on the bench with her and watching 
the butterflies fluttering amongst the flowers
I am reminded of... The birds singing their happy songs as they 
flew around the flower garden
I am reminded of... the wind drifting by us and the fragrance of
the flowers floating all around us
I am reminded of...our walks back from the flower garden and 
our talks along the path back to her house
I am reminded of...how much I miss her everytime I smell these 
beautiful flowers that still grow in her flower garden

In Loving Memory of my Grandmother
Helen Lyvine (Fosnaught) Myers

Entry: 5th Poem on the Soup for P.D.'s contest
12th Place winner

Copyright © Carol Sunshine Brown | Year Posted 2011

Details | Sonnet |
Down on row and pit and mortal flower
  the undertaker's men stood grave and bier,
and brave stoic death fills the living hour
  for ever more a day, a week, a year...
where bathed in shafts of exalted light toll
  the bells of Mass and vigil in Greenhithe,
when in bound clay an immovable dole
  grimly hung the shadows in hood and scythe.
Yet I upon this ploughed earth sullen gaze
  and hearken in the blooms the winds of death!
What sting its pierce to a full end of days
  that dares to breathe on me its cankered breath.
Withered is the bud and brief flower shed,
yet for a time its beauty shone outspread.

                   

                     July 1995

Copyright © Keith Trestrail | Year Posted 2014




Details | Pantoum |
She dwells in deep canyons cold and dark
To ponder a mystery that haunts her soul
That leaves confusion and doubts in heart
The loss of confidence now takes its toll

To ponder a mystery that haunts her soul
That renders sleepless hours through the night
The loss of confidence now takes its toll
A flower slowly dying withers in sunlight

It renders sleepless hours through the night
The days are shortened and she wastes away
A flower slowly dying withers in sunlight 
Her sweet fragrance lost, forever and a day

The days are shortened and she wastes away
What could be this wrong which she has caused?
Her sweet fragrance lost, forever and a day
To fully grasp this puzzle she requires pause  

What could be this wrong which she has caused?
What pain has she laid upon your heart?
To fully grasp this puzzle she requires pause 
She dwells in deep canyons cold and dark
~*~

By:     Audrey Carey
Note:  For Paula Swanson's "Pantoum" Contest

Copyright © Annalise Brigham...a.k.a. Audrey Haick | Year Posted 2010

Details | Free verse |
Daisy.
there she lay
planted beneath the soft, brittle earth

I remember picking you
no roses or tulips
just Daisy.

I was the gardener—
your gardener
what now shall I water

I cry in hopes my tears
will make you sprout
come out of your flowerbed

white and pure
yellow and cheery
green and new

I knew you were wilting
I saw you lose your petals
your eyes lost their vibrant glow

small and feeble
easily carried by the wind
you died within my gloves

now you are back where you began 
the dark, eerie ground
but this time

Daisy. 

 you won’t grow





Copyright © Brian Byrne | Year Posted 2015

Details | I do not know? |
A distant voice is like a fading colour
a muted version of reality
I'm hiding from the noise, always under cover
in fear of losing gravity.

A solitary flower laden with dew
the scent hangs heavy in the air
I scan the landscape exploring the view
my eyes straining from the suns glare.

I am that solitary flower who is forever losing its colour
telling myself it will be alright
as I once again take my cover
and settle down for yet another lonely night.

Copyright © Rachel Lipscomb | Year Posted 2005

Details | Rhyme |
Beloved, lovely roses: gift of God and lover’s flower,
Spread your colored petals and cradle tender showers.
While admiring the blossoms with their beauty to behold,
Ought we not to know the Tender of such lovely garden groves?

For He lovingly and thoughtfully wields His pruning shears
To cut away the stems of old for fuller future years.
He cultivates and feeds them. He attends them as a Father
Looking daily to their needs; so faithfully He waters.

From the dawn of morning dew until the setting sun arrays
Caring always for His own until that great appointed day…
When the Gardener comes to claim each one the earth held as its own.
He gently picks it at its peak and for His pleasure takes it home.

As God did one glorious morning, when the Perfect Rose had bloomed.
He rolled away the stone and met with Mary at the tomb.
There the sweetest Rose of Sharon rose that we die not alone.
But be gathered for a garden grove, surrounding heavens throne.

Copyright © Tom Valles | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
He happened to me like an autumn
Just like the change of leaves
It was sudden
But it was raining, raining on that day
Raining with black umbrellas and hurried footsteps
With wet papers and cold classrooms
Then, just right then
I heard a shrieky little laugh
Just a glance and I was caught
Caught in a whirlpool of warm chocolate
And there, just right there
Was where I met my Peter Pan

To me
He was a bouquet of sweet herbs
Sprigs of parsley crossed by bay leaves
Topped by thymes and wrapped in sage
Fragranced by mint
And colored by lavender 
He was… all the good old nature

To me
He was a puzzle book 
Filled with ancient spells
And wondrous casts
Rested on the shelf of red mahogany wood
Dusted in ignorance
Waiting to be learned

To me
He was a drop of sunshine on the window pane
A slip of moonlight through the crack door
The first morning dew and evening stroll
The summer breeze and the night air

To him
I was a blank page
A passerby ring
Snow in the summer
And a midnight dawn

One day
I swore
I’d knock his guard and ask him out
Yes I swore on that one day
That had passed long ago

Copyright © IL AS | Year Posted 2013

Details | Terzanelle |
There're fragrant flowers in full bloom
With colors radiant, vibrant, bright!
Pure joy exuding while you groom

Your first glimpse captures eyes filled with light
Finding delight in the wondrous, mysterious gift!
And though given for only a while, still, is alright

So dreams are built never imagining the rifts
As you nurture, guard and lead along the way     
Help fulfill a purpose –others to uplift

Gentle pruning with care so they do not stray
Validate worth through kindness and care
For certain, one day petals will fall into disarray    

And too soon, the sun will set and awaken fear            
A time when the dreams lie forever silent; broken
Rest assure, beautiful spirits live forever, near 

Alive in roots, like fine lace woven
The legacy of love leaves an unending trail
Yet, nailed in a place secure and proven
At home in your soul where it cannot be derailed 
~*~
5/29/13



For Debbie's "When the Going Gets Tough the Tough Get Going" Contest

Copyright © Annalise Brigham...a.k.a. Audrey Haick | Year Posted 2013

Details | Elegy |
The Romantic Legend  

The lord of the manor near the coast of Algarve,
Behind the manor a forested valley where 
Packs of frightful wolves roamed. 

A day when his youngest daughter who was a bit
Odd-as she took no interest in suitors- went to 
The glade to pick flowers, she met a he wolf.

Not afraid she petted the good animal and his
Eyes she discovered love that asked for nothing 
And had nothing to give but love itself.

The daughter when doing needle work had stung
Herself and there was a drop of blood on her 
Index finger, which the wolf lovingly licked away.  

A miracle happen the girl turned into a sleek,
Wonderful she wolf with silky black and tan fur.
Their union was complete and love rewarded.



The pair found a cave in the deepest forest 
Where they lived happily for many years until
The he wolf was killed by a bigger animal. 


The spell was broken and she was now an old 
woman, alone and scared, where love´s light 
had shone there was fearful darkness.

There was a knock on the manor´s oak door,
An elderly woman claimed she was the daughter
Of the house but, she was not believed.

It was a rainy night and when the door opened
Next morning the servants found a young girl 
With glade flowers in her folded dead hands.

What sorrow, what grief, but she wore a smile
“Vale de lobo” the forest doesn´t exist anymore
 And a paradise of love is lost to a legend.      
 
PS “Lobo” wolf. 

Copyright © jan oskar hansen | Year Posted 2012

Details | I do not know? |
Well we are already a couple of months in so i just wanted to say welcome. 
this will be a new journey for the both of us, so i hope it will be awesome. 
I will try to write more than usual this year, I promise. :)
What would help tho if you readers would send me topics and stuff to help me write about things cuz my mind goes way faster than my fingers and i cant think of just one thing. lol. so thank you readers. plz comment and tell me your thoughts.

Copyright © Roman Chebukin | Year Posted 2013

Details | Lyric |
Morning comes with downpour of dazzling dew
That sits on leaves of grass, petals of the flower
And with splendour and glory stains them anew.
Beauty of Eternal image shrinks into finite Hour.

The cruel ray of Sun quivers the grass, the leaves
And the dews suddenly vaporize and flutter away
Like the scattered flying bees of broken beehives.
The parting dew yields to dreary mechanical day.

Though nothing, nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower
Yet tomorrow Dew will return with the downpour
Of splendours and glories of the heavenly power.	

Copyright © Osman Gani | Year Posted 2011

Details | Romanticism |
I am dead without my love.
It is simple as that.
I cannot breath without her,
I cannot eat without her,
I cannot write without her.
I cannot live without my love,
I am dead without my love.

I cannot prosper without her warm embrace,
I cannot think without her by my side.
always thinking of her, sharing her love I once had,
with another.
My heart breaks,
and my mind is gone.
I weap... I weap...
I cannot handle the betrayal of my once love.
I am stuck, sitting in dark corners of dark rooms,
staring at blank walls, thinking of what once was.

Her beauty,
her smile,
the laughs shared, and the tears we weaped together.
Holding hands, you and I, walking down sandy beaches,
and beautiful highways, full of love.
How we sat on park benches and kissed the night away.
I cannot believe you are gone, with another.

I did what I could,
I loved you endless time on my hand.
Our time spent together was special and near to the heart.
Do not expect for that happiness to come again.
For that has sailed, to far East, to the rising of the new day.

But, I cannot live one more day without my love.
For what I had with her is unexplainable and beautiful beyond definition.
I have seen the wayward signs point me to the direction of you.
But when we see each other, you don't spare a passing glance,
as if I was a ghost, an invisible man, like air.
That is when my heart breaks, torn in two, I cannot see me without you.
Walk with another, shall I go, now this without you.

For she is my everything, beauty and nature.
She is my rose, my violet, my nightingale singing her songs, in the twilight.
She is the sky, the sun, the moon, the trees, the grass.
She is everything to me.
She is even the summer storms and Winter blizzards that roll in and destroy,
beauty and harmony.

I cannot live without my love, for she is my one and only.
I do not like to beg, but love me once again and live with me forever.
For you know and I know, and the world knows,
That I cannot live without you,
I cannot live without my love,
For I am dead without my love.

Copyright © Chris Boskovski | Year Posted 2013

Details | I do not know? |


The Sieve of Time



Cast ashore,
along the banks of time,

whirling through the passing years,
clinging to my futile scribbles set in rhyme,


Cast ashore,
thrust into an unrehearsed pantomime,

clenching slivers of joy as weariness descends,
lulled into a peaceful slumber exhilaratingly sublime.


Cast ashore,
hazily adrift, a dandelion seed on the wings of time,

trapped in the sieve of spiralling memories,
caught between pristine bliss, and reeking slime.


Cast ashore,
flung aside for no discernible crime,

my human heart thuds with elusive hope,
though battered, bruised, and covered in grime,

I stagger ashore, 

alone,

embracing each moment of detached, oblivious time.


Copyright © Scribbler Of Verses | Year Posted 2013

Details | Haiku |
She weeps as her growth
 partner has been cut away.
  He is now in vase!

Copyright © Gareth James | Year Posted 2010

Details | Tanka |
the white rose
marks the pureness
of remembrance---
still recalling
true loves loss

the rose thorns
scrape the edge
of the vase---
wearing the pricks
on my heart

Copyright © Debra Squyres | Year Posted 2013

Details | Didactic |
the skies are broken
and the winds ravage mad
bringing famine clad
which stir awake our ecosystem to cry

weeping tears-falling hot-
and the ecosystem destroyed clean-
clings to its last strength
while malicious man continue the strangle:

come with that cup of water
for my flower shivers cold in thirst
bring it and let me water it
else it shall fail and
                      no flower shall my lover gain

Copyright © Gerald Nforche | Year Posted 2011

Details | Free verse |
Left lonely and fragile
Like a flower without petals

Once I thought that it was hopeless,
And now, I feel buried, in dust
Among the vultures,
Eating away, at my bones
Left alone and fragile,
Is what you have made me,
Gray is the color, I see
In you, a lost soul
Tortured by the past,
Pulling me toward the darkness
A life, too familiar,
Years have passed,
The flowers have grown
As high as the wall
Built just for me
Surrounding my grave
Where once I walked,
Now, I lay quietly, awaiting
Life’s darkest hours,
No light has shed 
During those past years,
Nothing to brighten my days,
And no rain to wash away
The pain, only thorns,
Pulling at my skin
As it bleeds, watching
The cover to descend
Upon my body, a coffin
To end my misery.

Copyright © Giselle Sun | Year Posted 2010

Details | I do not know? |
A flower,
head meekly bowed, 
drops crumbling petals. 

Her blossom,
once vibrant and proud, 
pleads for yesterday.

The clock face,
looks down from the wall,
pitiless and cold.

His allure 
too great for beauty 
to ever deny. 

05/31/15

Copyright © The Grahamburglar | Year Posted 2015

Details | Ballad |
A snow white flower shines in the soft light of a silent meadow. The words that you speak I shall forever echo. A lost love in the dark of the night. They all look your way, but are you blind? Can you not see the beauty of me? I echo your words, I echo your call; can you not hear the silent voice of me at all? I cannot whisper your name, my voice is gone. Silent I shall ever stay, until you speak again. My laughter shall sneak from my lips, until the last word has been spoken, Silent shall I stay again. Silver snowflakes fall in the glory of the dawn. My words are forever caught up hanging silently in my throat, strangling, dangling horridly on my cold lips. A mirrored reflection stares coldly back at you. The water paints a beautiful picture, golden and shining in the crystal spectrum. Will you fall to the hopeless masterpiece inside? Don't give into the lies that haunt your mind, can't you see that you're beautiful again? Beautiful until the end. You see me standing, afraid to think; so you speak. Can I echo your name? Can't you see that I'm afraid to breathe tonight? I'll always recall your words. With you, I shall never be alone. I won't let you go, though your desire is to be gone. In my heart you will forever live on. Farewell you bid unto the world. Farewell I echo to you. I choke in the invisible tears. The reality kills me as I drink in the truth of my deepest fears. Why Narcissus? Why my true love? Why you? Silver snowflakes fall in the glory of the dawn. My words are forever caught up hanging silently in my throat, strangling, dangling horridly on my cold lips. A mirrored reflection stares coldly back at you . The water paints a beautiful picture, golden and shining in the crystal spectrum. Will you fall to the hopeless masterpiece inside? Don't give into the lies that haunt your mind, can't you see that you're beautiful again? Beautiful until the end. I found a flower near the enchanted pool. You placed it there for me, didn't you? Forever the echoes cry out in my mind. Farewell Narcissus, until we meet again. Farewell, I'll see you whenever my time here comes to an end. Farewell, we shall be together again.

Copyright © Cayla Carr | Year Posted 2012

Details | I do not know? |


You and I.


You.

Your heart blazed,
with a warmth of spirit,

soothing,

alluring,

soaked in truth.



Your smile burned,
branding me permanently,

gentle,

tender,

enveloping my being.



Your love was complete,
from the depths of your soul,

unsaid,

yet fierce,

bathed in silent knowing.



Your dreams were poetic,
fluttering in the afternoon breeze,
infused with the distilled essence of rhyme.


I.

I squandered your generosity of spirit.

I vainly discarded your priceless poems.


Now I stand,

alone,

empty,

desolate,

wasting away,

rotting inside, day by day.



Copyright © Scribbler Of Verses | Year Posted 2013

Details | I do not know? |
She
She

She smiled, gently,
her warmth infusing me,
with a serene stillness of time.

She settled, slowly,
in my waking thoughts,
a soothing balm of simple joy.

She remains, scribbled,
on the walls of my fractured heart,
memories of happiness that once breathed...


Copyright © Scribbler Of Verses | Year Posted 2013

Details | I do not know? |
Love not hate
and hate not love.

For they are
and it is people that manifest.

It is the warped personalities that seek
the destruction of themselves that,
murder the collective spirits of us.

It is 4- 12- 2 that embodies the very evil manipulations
of hate.


It is SHE that has made me ):

Copyright © June Rojas | Year Posted 2011

Details | Rhyme |
I found this poem I want you to see
This Poem was written, And it was just for me
It's about a rose that has its thorns 
Resembling how ones life can suddenly be torn
This beautiful poem has caught my eye
Because it was written without any disguise
I never saw the thorns on that beautiful flower 
Is a poem about love and it's heart binding power
love can be strong and sometimes it's blind
ceasing our hearts and controlling our minds
love is something you should never throw away 
but remember be careful it can easily astray
that flower i picked was just right for me
as i knelt back up from off my knees
if only i knew and if only i could see
the thorns on that flower were strong while i was weak
they sliced me open and cut my wounds so deep
now all i can do is sit back and weep
as i pick my heart from off your feet
Your rose has turned to black satin and died
And in another red velvet rose, i will confide. 

Copyright © kelli oliff | Year Posted 2010

Details | Lyric |
Cry out to me at night in my dreams,
And please be happy and devoid of screams.

Take me away to heaven with you,
And we'll be sacred once more,
No one else, just us two.

Be honest about your fears,
I'm always here to listen.
Talk without reservation,
I'll always be here without condition.

Make me cry for you,
As I always do,
And pull me through the valley,
Where all is soft and new.

The morning dew will glisten,
And sparkle in the breeze,
I'll let you fall on me,
From the tallest of the pine tree's.

I stated my decree,
I proclaimed all my views,
But I'd still die for you,
Did you even have a clue?
A clue that we all needed,
all of us knew,
That darkness would be the death of you.

You were so blue in the morning,
And black in the night,
Out of crazy mind,
Into insane sight.

No fights were shared,
All the glass on our toes,
So slippery trying to walk,
Not wanting you to know.

Cuz' if you knew how we felt,
Your guilt would've been worse.
Rain followed you around,
like a cloud with a curse.


I can't believe what has happened,
Since that sad day to went away,
Not even your kids or animals,
Could have made you stay.

You were in way too deep,
Deeper than a ditch,
On the side of the road you walked,
With stitches on your wrists.

But way out in the fields,
I planted you a flower,
And I water them everyday and every hour,
Your taste turned sour,
And sweet was your desire,
All all of a sudden,
You fell into the fire.

A fire only you could feel,
And for you it all seemed too real.

You stole my spirit,
When I pray can you even here it?

But I've been around way too long,
And I keep hearing our old songs,
Without you all along,
Your death has finally made me strong.

Uneasy as a drunk,
Unsure as a thief,
Your zipper just broke,
With rips on your sleeves.

What was it you wanted to achieve?
Just to find happiness and be free?
You brought me to a rainbow,
Then I fell upon my knees,
I beg you to visit me tonight,
Bring butterflies pretty please.

I needed you, and now you're gone...
I need your memory to make me strong.

Copyright © Laura Loo | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |
you are not here
i will not breathe
though i live life
it has no meaning
loneliness lives with me everywhere i go
i want to send a message
blowing blue mist in the cold like a hammer throw
the quiet makes noise
the stillness has no poise
all colors are bland and void
sadness is a clown with an oscar dwelling in a trash can
wish you were here
only then could i properly breathe
though i live life
it has no purpose
loneliness lives with me everywhere i go
my message will always be in each and every flower
my unity sign kisses your tombstone with sincerity, love, and affection today and always....

Copyright © Marty King | Year Posted 2015

Details | Enclosed Rhyme |
Oh this summer if I were you                                   
Tulips fluttered in the breeze that knew 
And kisses trickle from dawning's dew
Into spring blossoms white and blue


A tear drop's trail in tame to throe
Wings candle flickers 
Love's pollen pickers 
As petal pondered in weed to woe

Copyright © Benjamin David | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
under thinning treetops
rime is setting up to grow

each one walks his single trail

I’d like to breathe a window
into your ice-flower-eyes
detecting sparks of color
in the stock of your seasons

you deny my coming close

the frost might keep us tied
ossified right at the touch

Copyright © Ingrid Laymann | Year Posted 2006

Details | Free verse |
The first scent swims up the air,
Filling my  nostrils with memories
The flower is flowing down the river again!
Now towards the the den of  pain

And the rich beget the rich
Undiluted love now a mirage
Carcasses of aged love
But alas! I say  let the flower 

Go to where young love is
Let the river take it abroad
If that be her destiny
Let the root speak for it
When it is gone

Let the stem  talk of how
Sweet her scents were
Until the sweet hands
Of war came
And she was swept away along the debris
In a river of blood

Copyright © Abosede Ogundare | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |
Deep within a forest glade
grows a single beautiful fragrant rose
It's sweet aroma
floats upon a gentle summer breeze
from it's soft petals and folds.

But what makes this humble rose 
so special
is it's the last rose in the world to ever 
grow.

Such a rare precious flower
should be treated with tender loving care
but it loses it's once vibrant color
and fades and wilts  to brown
falling to the ground
only to be swept away
by a precarious turbulent wind
without the mere whisper of a memory
that it had ever existed
gone forever.


Peter Dome.2011.


Copyright © Peter Dome | Year Posted 2013