How like the flowers she seems,
the whimsy of daisies,
spread wild with the breeze.
A sunflower she blooms
in fair golden rays,
yellow petals proclaiming
the simple wonders of each day.
She's splendid as the lily,
bringing beauty to life,
vivacious and graceful
in the eve's setting light.
To hold her brings joy,
her fragrance a delight.
She's splendour to behold,
my flower and hearts light
Tall Flowers. Small Flowers.
For occasions All Flowers.
Bright Flowers. Light Flowers.
Bring hearts sheer Delight Flowers.
Dark Flowers. Landmark Flowers.
For romantic Spark Flowers.
Full Flowers. Dull Flowers.
Very Beautiful Flowers.
Smashin' Flowers. Passion Flowers.
Featuring in Fashion Flowers.
Decoration Flowers. Celebration Flowers.
Symbols of Dedication Flowers.
Art Flowers. Smart Flowers.
Then there's off the Chart Flowers.
Share Flowers. Rare Flowers.
Gift to show you Care Flowers.
Gazing at Flowers. Amazing Flowers.
We'll be forever Praising Flowers.
LIKE FLOWERS BLOOM
Each time she tried
They fell to their death
From the ledge of her lip
To lie by her heart
Where they endlessly stared
Helplessly mute
They would never draw breath
A sacrifice to
The will of her pride
The gardens she walked
The gates rusted locked
Like hair grown Unkempt
The Ivy wound wild
Behind her she knew
The grasses tall grew
A serpent kept watch
She cried as he smiled
She lay back and bared
Her throat, slim and fair
Her buttons, she loosed
Her breasts to the skies
Violet and blue
Like flowers bloom
Bruised
A testament to
Those secrets, survived
A shadow, the sun
But rain, there was none
Pain was something
She learned as a child
Being Vased In Love
Like gardened flowers,
Be in glorious blooming:
Scenting life with love.
FLOWERS OF LOVE
Flowering Children;
Essence Of God’s Love Garden:
Fruits Of Happiness:-
IN BEING FLOWERS OF HIS
Be in God’s life-vase;
Your petals, ever blooming,
His bouquets of love:-
a bit of sunshine
awakens sleepy petals
stretching to the sun
1497 Aug-Sep No 2 Poetry Contest. Brian Strand
A bed of golden flowers spreads across blades of grass
It's like a blanket of sunshine on the ground
A resting place waits without a sound
Soft, comforting, unlike the broken glass
Pieces of glass, those sharp memories left behind
As views of blurred miles are passed
The wheels of change turn, oh so fast
Old thoughts, new thoughts, pass through my mind
A bed of golden flowers remains fresh and new
Thriving safely, freely, on the way
Highlights such a beautiful, clear day
Offering peace with a bright, stunning, view
There is no return to what was lost
Only today, as precious time moves forward
Although there's proof of being no coward
Knowing the bed of flowers will fade with the frost
8/30/26
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In the genial glassiness of the glazed conservatory
the jade in the green of the jasmine yellows;
geraniums, plumbago, bougainvillaea on the wall
let go on the hold of their precious flowers;
only this rose persists and stands tall.
Flowers fade, but love forever endures.
Even to myself I avoid to show
My begging for all kinds of troubles to go
Far away, so far where they’d never be seen
Then I’d feel relieved, on your sill I’d lean
Looking at your garden and the green field
On a clear day when the Coombe Hill
Becomes visible, maybe we’ll have a stroll
And as usual, a drizzling rain would fall
On our way back, we return soaking wet
And the sun peeks out just before it sets
Switch the telly on, what’s the news they tell
Nothing good for today, and tomorrow as well
So we’re off to the garden, to smell the flowers
Under the spell of the magic hours..
We labeled it a flower.
Offered it soft words and a glass crown.
Praised and watered it.
Until the petals ran out
We labeled it a weed.
Sprayed it with poison.
Cursed it aloud, damned it into disgrace.
Until the petals ran out.
We labeled it freed.
Sprayed it with ignorance.
Purposely parched it.
Until the petals ran out.
buzzing in our dreams
soft honeybee hum wakes us
we are kissed, seduced
our passion remnants in you ~
in yearning grief, we shrivel
Pretty flowers were what we looked for,
had no money for the store.
Bathroom to save the day,
soft white flowers not gray.
Toilet paper roll no more.
Sweet spring succeeds severe snow time,
Sublime season of plants rebirth,
Sunshine mild and warm greets the land,
Seeds and flowers sprout from the ground,
Sweet-scented scents pervade the air,
Stars and silver moon vie to please,
Smiles settle on every faces.
Flowers to tea
Just my mama and me
Spending the day together
Making wonderful memories.
The glow from the lamps
Cast shadows on the wall
As evening creeps in
And the moon rises tall.
Little hands learning
Under mama's watchful eye
With Patience and understanding
She gives a proud sigh.
Oh little one
You have so much to learn
But mama's here beside you
With every step and every turn.
(Written for an animation reel)
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