I live for your love as the beach grass
Sways in the salty sweet breeze
And the waves that smooth the sea glass
And stir the anemones
For I was a bitter and broken shard
Cast to the depths of the sea
There where I lay, jagged and hard
Til you made a gem out of me.
The forested , odorous moonlight
is bedecked with an unparalleled dream.
It shields the colored, mazy
track from the fettered,
chained grass.
The gory river gleaming
in the miscellaneous mirror.
the glittering dreams
sparkle like an oracular,
, eventide
Kissing the ideal,
heterogeneous rill
I feel an unwavering
felicity.....
The waned brook shines
like the vanity of earthy
emptiness.
The forested ,odorous
moonlight
causing me an unparalleled dream.
It shields the colored , mazy track
from the fettered, chained grass.
The gory river gleaming
in the miscellaneous
mirror.
The glittering dreams
sparkle like the eclectic,
oracular eventide
the broken trees roar
an agonized rill wheezing
fervent garden thrills
~ With love in the heart
- it becomes easier to deal with adversity and conflicts ~
quote by poet
Look for a moment at the spectacular sight, vivid colors to find
Yellow, pink, rose, blue, purple, scarlet, coral, and white
How delicious to live in a world that is never drab
A pious desire to be admired and create a sensation
In the fire of noon, the anemones bloom with silky petals
Feeling of beauty and momentary pleasure, captured
Nature's pride, the anemone that holds crystal dew
At sunset, magical fairies sleep under the petals
When I'm dead, will you still love me tomorrow?
watching early birth
anemone earthly stars -
sepals smiling crack
Amid colorful roses, and lovely dahlias, within a garden,
I found my space in a corner, a wildflower bred by no one,
Though my mistress wished to uproot me as a weed, I was firmly grounded.
My roots so tangled didn’t come off easy, and I refused to budge an inch.
So, I was allowed to be there amid the other plants.
When she watered her garden, I absorbed some aqua molecules like a sponge.
When she manured her plants, I drew nourishment like a famished child.
When butterflies befriended lovely flowers, I stayed silent,
with a secret craving for an amorous moment.
When the season came, I burst into bloom, outshining all other flowers.
Yes, I am an Anemone resembling close to Poppy or Dogwood.
On my delicate stem, I am cradled by the lullaby of the wind.
Now I stay so confident, smile so easily, and laugh without care.
I can grow where I like, you cannot tame me, I am a wildflower…!
wind flower buttercup created by goddess Aphrodite
in blueish violet, white, pink, red, or yellow
growing wild, or as a hybrid, you are a beauty
Anemone, “daughter of the wind”
Sea anemone’s tentacles toxins kill
But the clownfish has a special skill.
Poison immune
Will return soon
Bringing food to sea anemone, regular drill.
Your Fall recurrence,
sprinkling lawns multicolor.
But your pedals drop.
She said
she bled
because she was alone in it
But to be honest
she liked it quite a bit
And no amount of therapy
could cure her minds disease
The pain was far too sweet
and it came with too much ease
She sits alone
In the chiselled grey of stone
In her thoughts so stubborn
Leaves airborne
Mostly unknown
The little that is known
Of the silence in her shapely bone
Is hidden in the tendrils overgrown
In her ringlet curls
Infinity neatly furled
Its splashes
In her eyelashes
Nestling her cares
Of the flowers of her prayer
What will be fair
To do away with or bear?
Thorns in the crimson air
Thoughts multilayered
Collected in thick braid of her hair
In her mental eye
She looks there
Reaping the pain she had sown
She sits alone
In a wing of the bird a desire
In the other a low moan
She sits alone
Look at her heart on her face
A melancholy grace
Blood inside in race
Yet moonlight likes to come apace
And fill the beautiful space
Near the flute of her nose
Near the eyelids closed
In contemplation
Of the waves in the ocean
A mighty tug of war
Between happiness and sadness
How lonely life has grown
Whispers of anemone
In the chiselled grey of stone
She sits alone
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August 9, 2017
For the contest by Eve Roper
A small beautiful spring flower
Wood anemone, only seven to twenty centimeters long
An adorable little lady with white dress and yellow hair
A beauty for the eye you can not deny
A star blanket you will enjoy
That it is poisonous we all know
But you should not eat it, just look and smell
Old herbal doctors say it can be used as medicine
Rheumatic pains, toothache, warts, freckles and sunburn
I will pick a big bouquet put them in a vase with water
and not use it on my aching tooth or my freckles
28.04.2016
- Sun :)
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Anemone, they say you are wild!
They are fond of tarrying in the shore
They forget how in faith and pride
You cancel what is less to that of more.
Anemone, come and talk to this child
He is sad and tired of their peace and war.
Come and bring every flower: wild and mild
Soften their hearts and for life open the floor.
Chokri Omri
Am Fuße der Berge
Versteckt sich ein enges Tal
Im Schatten der Gipfel
Annemonenblüten im frischen Gras
Erste zarte Boten des Frühlings
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At the foot of the mountains
Hides a narrow valley
In the shadow of the summits
Flowers of anemones on fresh tender grass
The first messengers of spring
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A los pies de las montañas
Se esconde un estrecho valle
En la sombra de los picos
Flores de anémonas en la fresca hierba
Primeros mensajeros de la primavera