My dear flower girl
You’ve lost your touch,
Your petals are greyed
Your smile is stitched
My dear flower girl
A painted rose of mine
Though the bells may ring
Pray, sing not
Along with the broken chime
My dear flower girl
Might I lull you to slumber
As your hands untie
As you forget about your encumber
How can a heart still beat
A hand still touch
A girl still dream
Once she is torn to shreds
And bound about her broken bed
How can a smile still stay
When nothing then is here today
My child, my dear, my flower girl
Mine heart is torn for you
My pearl
In a field of time, remote,
I'm destined to forever float.
Once, I was sure-footed,
youthful and firmly rooted
until a little girl went "puff",
and now I'm only dandefluff.
As time marched on, aloof,
a little girl went "poof".
Skies, like hair, turned to grey,
and a dandelion had her day,
but, in memory, I ring true,
in a sunlit sky of blue.
In a field of time, remote,
I'm destined to forever float.
Once, I was sure-footed,
youthful and firmly rooted
till a little girl went "puff".
Now I'm only dandefluff.
Lovely young flower girl faerie tiptoed around the garden at night
when the bees had stopped humming and the evening moon was light
the flowers had closed a bit but they sensed she was around
She flew to each one to see whether they were nature sound
no one knew who sent her or why she had arrived here
But that she had their best interests was amazingly clear
Her sweet breath of a kiss changed a browning plant to something fresh
It was agreed that she always had intentions that with theirs would mesh
'O little!'. Beguilement
And its surprise
Are what's articulated.
Not just a size.
Yet where is that rareness
Blushed child's hereround?
That hard climb, hard crawl for
Its flowered ground?
Dreamily, she whiled the empty hours
with her little dolls and her crayon box.
She drew lonely princesses in towers,
hummed to herself, pulled up her socks,
and sketched a field of colorful flowers.
The forlorn blooms lay flat beneath her gaze.
She wondered, would it be as she had feared -
this would be one of those sad, hollow days.
Then, on the page, the sun and breeze appeared,
as lovely blossoms came alive, ablaze.
in wonderment she waltzed to womanhood -
wildflower whirlwind
met world
Flowers look beautiful
Like beautiful girls
But there are some beautiful flowers
That need to be cared by gentle men
Whose hands don't afraid to get dirt
Whose mind don't skip to water it everyday
Giving the flowers enough sunlight they blossom more
Don't escape responsibility to nurture it
Flowers are beautiful and delicate
Like girls are sensitive and fragile
Girls are easy to get along with
But their hearts so easily get hurt
Once hope is abandoned, girl's sweetness fades
Girls who's love is tame, their heart will stay.
Sprucy Lucy watering blooms
As pooch lounges, the kitten grooms
Each sprout peaks out toward the sun
Rising in vibrant hues who’ll stun
Lucy speaks sweetly to the pup
As she watches kitty act up
Picking bright flowers, just for fun
Rising in vibrant hues who’ll stun
Sprucy Lucy loves Summer’s buds
Watering each shoot til’ it floods
Her friends know she can’t be outdone
Rising in vibrant hues who’ll stun
Picture Prompt Four
lovely poetess
working on her new poem
the neat flower girl
Ever since I was just a little girl,
I loved to leap and dance, swirl, whirl and twirl.
Also, each day I liked to pick flowers,
oh, I could do this for hours, hours.
Sometimes, I would do both things, twirl and pick,
when doing this I had to be quite quick.
The blooms for mom- made up a collection,
jars on window sills placed with affection.
On days that it rained I would paint things,
that mom displayed and that gave my heart wings.
Do you do little things for mom each day ?
like pick or paint her a great big bouquet !
summery regal
by roadway
little girl's june crown
Petite orange carrots were slipping off of her hat
Lilies and petunias said “what do you think of that?”
Roses and carnations gave a little appreciation dance.
Celery and parsley flavored a stew south of France.
Glittering beauty her name is Gladiolus
Into blossom of her ringing heart Geranium
Rich spectrum of different colors Gerbera
Leaving most in mute admiration Gardenia
A daisy-faced sky. Of all
Reawoke freshness
The most trustful lit, so leant
In its cheerfulness.
Pale, spotless, impeccable.
Where's its schoolgirl's mime?
Besides, Day, as flushed to greet
Its well past which time!
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