Best Wilting Poems

Roses are red, Violets are blue,
Birds are still chirping and clouds are askew;
The sun is still shining as the flowers renew.

   Leaving me breathless reveling the view,
I leisurely watch as though I'm wanted too.

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   Roses are dry, violets are tilting,
Shadows gloom...

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I carried it on my lap all the way to you,
    The bus ride was so long, so long, Mom;
Lost in old memories of you and me, together, 
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Quietly I sit and observe the profile of her expressionless young face. 
She looks so peaceful and serene, a flower in the full bloom of life. Her hair flows softly around her in its auburn beauty.  Now I see her eyes flutter open, and...

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Wilting Flowers

What in life is commonly shared?
But to scream out in frustration together!

From this chair, I watch the flowers droop,
As useful purpose is cruelly removed;
While my freshness disappears,
Abhorrently, in sustained tears.

I scarcely question depression’s invasion
And try half-heartedly contemplating escapism.
It’s the complexity of organismal cannibalism
Feeding on...

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Asian sun rises from the east
Rose seeds beneath the fence
For these petals are released

The perfumed smell of the rose lingers
The scene is hailed by the divine
Asian sun rises from the east

Although the rose has passed 
Its impression will remain
For these petals are released

Death has come...

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Drained and dried by life then left to die
She lived to love; but oft was left to cry
Counseled to carry on she continues 
Shriveling as to She'ol her heart schuss

Holding on to hopes a hazard in her eyes
Immature and imbecilic it implies
Weary from wishing an...

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Little sibling don't you weep
We'll be together again some day
Close your eyes;go to sleep
It'll all soon be o.k
The longing for you stabbed me deep
Very soon I'll be on your way...
For us to be together like the old golden days
Now don't you fear,don't you cry,wipe those...

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in such drowsy prospect
with concrete filling my throat,
I wile-away with Narcissus
until belief beckons at ego’s pace
to chase disgrace on wobbly knees,
shaking my Etch-A-Sketch clean.

Yet, messages slice across the loom
to make room for conscious doom
in disharmony penned
across all strata of travel
like a mantra pinning our climb
away...

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Tell me, tell me, the little voice hisses – 
Your deepest secret; your childish delight.
Of buried schemes and dreams it whispers.

Why do you darken my world and line it in creases; 
Crushed in the clasp of your blinding city lights?
Tell me, tell me, the little...

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Fragility... vulnerability
Like a wilting flower
Jelly sensitivity
Wobbly....
Man up
Cultivate a strong,
Backbone....

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The spring is wilting, it's leaves of veins slit red and makeshift graves where truth once layed upon a bed of roses.   

Those roses whose shoots once rose, through ashes of adversity now show no signs that the roots are even there; the...

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I am nothing more
Than a simple blade of grass -- 
Walked on and wilting....

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wilting heart
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"The wilting leaf aches now for the drops that once caressed its waxy surface as 
they slithered down in fury propelled by the rainstorm."...

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I know him infinitely, in the forest where he grows.
Where speckled greenery is abundant and joyful, paranoid and secretive. 
I know him infinitely.

Quietly observing his growth 
I am patient as dew waiting to die.
His only wilting habit erases my sense of time
and there in some...

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