Grow Poems

Where Grass That Grow

When you hate someone
And you still feel love
It's like burning a grass
And then still grows back. 

When you control love
And you still unable to deny
It's like mowing the grass
After a few days it offshoot again. 

When you befriend someone
Be sure it is mutually agreed 
For when trouble comes near
Both parties can able to amend. 

When

Let The Flowers Grow Again Mystic

When the northern wind goes back to its polar abode,
chilled clouds fly away on the wings of winter,
making way for the genial southern wind to enter,
compose with the cadence of breeze an ode for spring.
The humming birds sing when the dawn’s colors burst 
on the dew-drenched meadow, sparkling in splendor,
letting the spring in the air

Let The Flowers Grow Again, Mystic

At five, I held out my fingers, stroking each petal
With a gentleness that whispered light across my life,
Capturing the essence of a lily as the sun would settle
Blessing away the darkness, each tear, all the strife

At ten, I held out my heart, remembering the rain
Brings the colors a burst of hope, a warming voice
From the

Let the Flowers Grow Again MYSTIC

The frost has melted, the world is hushed still,
In the soft, wet earth, a promise to fulfill.
A golden trumpet, from a winter's dream,
The daffodil awakes by a silver stream.
It shivers once, a breath of nascent light,
And opens wide to drink the morning bright.
A simple dance, a sunbeam on the ground.
Where silence breaks with a glorious,

Flowers grow again

All around my house,
All around my heart,
Flowers grow again 
As we grow apart.

Don’t know how to start 
Letters with no end
That I wrote from heart
Back to you, my friend.

Words seem posh and dull,
But I try once more -
Under cries of gulls
Weeds are overgrown.

In my country-yard,
Where the roses bloomed,
God knows it’s so hard
But I know we’re

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                                     Let the Flowers Grow Again (Mystic)

            

Let The Flowers Grow Again

Smiles of roses in our garden wither,
As the wings of our love mid-air dither,
Our songs are sung without their melody,
We live our lives in black and white,

Our love's colours stolen by the rainbow,
With our cloudy skies missing the stars' glow,
Rather our lean cheeks bear the pool of tears,
Enough to form two times the Pacific.

Though the

Let the Flowers Grow Again-Mystic

     Frilly edges of Autumn's last peonies are in bloom along my garden fence. They dance on stately stems; pink skirts ruffled at their hems. Soon, they will fade and wither when Winter's blustery winds take their toll. But, beneath the frozen ground, bulbs of annuals are sleeping, safe and sound.

Let The Flowers Grow Again Mystic

Let the flowers grow again
From this aging skin—
To puffy cheeks and rosy lips,
From walking sticks to jumping ropes.

Let the flowers grow again,
To be pregnant with love,
To wear my heart on my sleeve
While I stare into his glittering eyes.

Let the flowers grow again,
To greet a warm body at dawn,
While the sun caresses my skin,
And a smile

Let The Flowers Grow Again

 

My garden is fading and the flowers wilting,
      the cold nights are cruel for such beauty;
some struggle to bloom but it is to no avail,
    I see the bees checking out each dead bloom.

I suppose the bees do not understand the why,
    

Let The Flowers Grow Again

Written: August 27, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Mystic Rose Ros

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Here I am—  
not quite rooted,  
but reaching.  
The soil remembers  
what I have whispered in sleep,  
What I have buried in silence.  

If you can hear me,

Let the Flowers Grow-Mystic

Let the flowers grow around Queen Anne’s lace,
     As vanilla clouds simulate snowflake motifs.
This Wintering in Spring, amidst green leaves.
     A red velvet garden of thorns and grace.

Let the flowers grow, strong; popped-button-proud;
     Bright friends of sun’s bolster - deep ruby lips;
Rainshower-couture, like

Let Flowers Grow Again Mystic

Daisies beneath my feet,
Time of mine moving so sweet.

As I fly on the yellow clouds of purity,
So fast I tip toe in surety.

The scent surrounding my body in full.
The beauty kindly swallowing me whole.

My smile rises as i look down yonder the hill,
For I have the right to free will.

THE FLOWERS WILL GROW AGAIN

THE FLOWERS WILL GROW AGAIN
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quietly the daffodils wait,
a hushed congregation,  
their voices silent beneath the earth.

I stand on the frozen ground, shimmering, 
my breath caught in the throat of winter,
watching the skeletal trees claw at a gray sky.

I walk through the barren garden,
winter’s grey skies weeping a soft lament,
and wonder, “Does spring remember us?”

from

Let The Flowers Grow Again - Mystic

Let The Flowers Grow Again Poetry Contest// Sponsored by: Mystic Rose Rose
( 2nd Place )

Written: August 26, 2025


There are days the globe feels heavy,
when the garden does not answer back,
and every stem bows under the weight of rain.

I walk among the silence,
touching soil with trembling hands,
wondering if beauty remembers me
if blossoms still dream beneath the

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