I hate the fact that it took me ages
More so, that you are receiving in absentia
Please forgive my untimely timing
A vivid portrayal of my short-comings
With regrets, here i kneel
Face tilted towards the earth
Eyes dilated with tears, the pain, i can't conceal
Searching for closure, for the heart to heal
Receive my heartfelt gift
bearing gratitude and unfathomable love
These red roses and tulips, are a symbol of pure and infinite love which defined your heart
The Anthurium flower, portrays the abundance of your good deeds and the hospitable nature of your character
Decorated in white and yellow, is the Daisy flower, signifying purity and happiness you shared selflessly.
In golden yellow, is the sunflower, an illustration of your endurance and faithfulness
Placed towards your head, are iris flowers, a manifestation of faith, wisdom and hope, building blocks of a wise counsellor
your surroundings, beautified with orchid flowers, showcasing the beauty and perfection of your nature
Fixated on my chest, hydrangea flowers, providing support and a soothing aura of comfort
Categories:
anthurium, appreciation, bereavement, death, heartbroken,
Form: Free verse
*Image of The Anthurium by FDIN.
All for One
An admirable blend of Anthuriums,
Aligned nexus with Geraniums,
And indulging beautiful
Acts that's suitable,
As one or
All
Answer for
Add ons...mutable,
And commands the usual,
An upright award in the forums,
An admirable blend of Anthuriums.
2023 January 21
*2nd Place*
Writing Challenge - Andaree Form
~Constance La France: Judged 2023 January 25
*RZ & HMS.
Categories:
anthurium, appreciation, flower,
Form: Rhyme
Should I throw a Tantrum?
Become like a purple Capsicum?
For You to feel my Momentum?
Or should I go and drown in an Aquarium?
Whichever I do, I will certainly run from the Asylum,
To have myself made into an Anthurium,
So that I would beautify your Gymnasium,
Like the Silent Beauty of the Millenium!
Should I keep myself Mum,
Like a sleeping Mummy,
The One hiding like a Dummy,
In fear of her own Alchemy?
Or Should I hide my Paws,
To pretend that there are no Laws,
Even if that would make me Morose,
For, like a fragile Rose,
I am Blooming and Blossoming,
Yet, With time I will also be Wilting
Categories:
anthurium, life, sad,
Form: Rhyme