Best Wallflower Poems
On the edge she sits, a frail nonentity;
neither bloom nor spirit, nor secure identity,
as forlorn and shy she trembles, a man
asks her to dance, she must decline.
Stuck in a bubble, just missing the boat,
floating past maybes, a lump in her throat,
she dawdles and dangles, an inch from forever,
a chance to break open, but opting for never.
One day she will make it, step into the limelight,
and pirouette daintily, taking his hand,
there'll be no more jitters or lame-brain excuses
just confident motions in time with the band.
What a relief to be one of a legion
of movers and shakers who're down from the shelf,
she's gliding with grace while avoiding another's toes,
hugging her partner instead of herself.
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...autobiographical, you wouldn't believe how much!
Barely seconds into something, already hooked.
Why question anything if you know your stuff?
You know best that it’s easy to be overlooked,
Especially when you’re a diamond in the rough.
Undiscovered diamonds are beautiful no less,
Though nobody looks, for it seems a time waste,
It didn’t catch the eye, the moment won’t press,
Still there sits a wonderful creation, ever chaste.
Seemingly distant, yet inside shines with allure,
If not an established masterpiece it is known,
The unfamiliar treasure has naught to reassure,
The hallucination of becoming a precious stone.
All the treasured pieces and items universally,
Either tell a great tale, or will fetch a fine price.
The wallflower diamond untold commercially,
And without a story, could be mistaken for ice.
Take this last kiss as a bid goodbye
Dont sit and wonder why oh why
Can I not walk in the trail of your stride
Why my heart is groomed to hide
You are just a child, as am I
So don’t think that we can outlast July
Isn’t it a pity, how such sweet summers come to end
Leaving behind two young lovers from worlds that’ll never blend
Now it seems that I hate to speak the truth,
But this affair has a fate, a tragic ending in youth
You can lure me with promises that we will have it all,
But it seems my roots have already grown into the wall.
I am a wallflower,
Tall yet not.
And despite my lush colors,
I’m stuck in one spot.
I see everything,
From arguments and friends.
I can even see
How the television ends.
I often wonder,
Why am I?
To be stuck on a wall
For them and not I.
Why am I here?
Wilting and withering away.
Shouldn’t it be better,
If I didn’t stay?
I am a wallflower,
I’m stuck in one spot,
Yet despite my lush colors,
I wish I was not.
wispy wallflower wallowing waltzes while walking with a woozy wobble
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Submitted on May 29, 2025 for contest MONOKLITTERATION sponsored by NETTE ONCLAUD - RANKED 4TH
In the rain I stand
pressed against your window glass,
warm and cold the liquid runs
where my tears mingle.
Do you see me here
longing for the warmth,
the embers stirred to flame
lighting the room
where she sits beside you,
appearing self possessed and free,
a fake-smiling mannequin of me?
Why can't I turn away,
walk out of this self barred prison
into another, happier landscape?
Weeping wallflower, trembling, naked soul . . .
the jagged flashes push me closer,
bright hot lightening bolts of fear
flattening me against your wall.
Copyright, September 9, 2014
Faye Lanham Gibson
Just A Simple Wallflower
I'm just a simple wallflower hanging on a long thin limb
Can you see me hanging, now you just can call me singing not in grim?
I'm just a simple wallflower hanging on a long thin limb
Now I may be singing a happy song for I may be real slim,
I'm just a simple wallflower hanging on a long thin limb
Can you see my happy smiling eyes, they may be singing words of time,
I'm just a simple wallflower hanging on a long thin limb
Can you see my beautiful wings, sitting to the beauty of wall clinging mighty trim,
Now I'm telling you! I'm just a simple wallflower hanging on a long thin limb.
Written: Aug. 27, 2015
Theresa Marie
lovely wallflower
what you see is what you get
~ sheer simplicity
11/4/2021
Wallflower, why oh why
Into dark corners, do…
You paint yourself shy
Please oh please come back
From becoming the prints on wallpaper
Fading further away to ever black
As a rose hidden well so well
Within the many crowds
Of far off garden dells
Is it the buzz buzzing sound
Of, rumors going…
Swirling about you, round and round
All too often, it’s jealousy’s lies
That push away the beauties inside
And twist the knives of the social butterflies
So please, won’t you come back, again
And show this cruel place
It’s you who shall have that last laugh, my friend
When your blossoms are unfurled
And God’s own creation is revealed
You then, can show the world that love is for real
amid crowd of painted faces ,a wallflower dances alone to her own song.
scared confused and broken
no one knows me because i havnt spoken
running down croweded halls
looks from people a confused pause
they dont know me but i know them
ive seen them time and time again
time spent hiding in the background
it gave me the knowledge that i found
that things might sound fun
but i hold my ground
secreatly finding how this world goes round
seeing its beauty thats natural and sound
take a moment and look around
you'll find me in this little town
waiting for the right moment to raise my voice
and show people that they have a choice
to choose the path they want to live
insted of acting like a little kid
ive learned all this in my short time
because i am a wallflower
and i think its time
to voice my opinion in a ryme
My name is unimportant,
I can barely speak out loud.
Your beauty strikes my heart
And I am in a cloud
I love you, pretty lady.
More than the woman that works at Denny’s.
Your hair is like fine straw,
And colored bright like honey.
If I were sw’ave and classy de…bonair,
I would buy a horse and take you to the movies.
I am a little left of right and up from center.
But I know you are the one.
Marry me, Princess of the rainbow.
Color my world with crayons, let them never bleed.
Make me laugh and sing,
My very best friend, My future, My queen.
On the edge she sits, a frail nonentity;
neither bloom nor spirit, nor secure identity,
as forlorn and shy she trembles, a man
asks her to dance, she must decline.
Stuck in a bubble, just missing the boat,
floating past maybes, a lump in her throat,
she dawdles and dangles, an inch from forever,
a chance to break open, but opting for never.
One day she will make it, step into the limelight,
and pirouette daintily, taking his hand,
there'll be no more jitters or lame-brain excuses
just confident motions in time with the band.
What a relief to be one of a legion
of movers and shakers who're down from the shelf,
she's gliding with grace while avoiding another's toes,
hugging her partner instead of herself.
To this very day
I feel much like I don't have much to say
preferring to hide
and I often am told
that I don't smile
I just seem to fade into the background
and come out maybe once in awhile
to check out how things are
any changes I should be aware of...
it's so much safer locked here inside of me
where I feel grounded with equanimity.