Flora’s Barter
Behold the girl
Reciting in the gardens
Emily Grace
Poetic voice to sharpen
Enhaling scents
From flowers freely lent
Lyrical verses
Flora’s barter well spent
Behold the rose
Growing on the arbor posed
Enriched by the words
Read from books composed
Rising higher still
Glancing over shoulder bold
Pink as sunkissed cheeks
Reading poems spun of gold
Behold the paths
Lined with blooming flowers
Embracing hymns
Of lyrics that impower
Strolling along
Lost in tranquil setting
Garden of verses
Blooms well worth investing
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Poem based on Edmund Blair Leighton's painting, “Sweet Solitude”
is this feeling that your feeling normal
are the trees moving to it's own rhythm
does your hair stand up from shock
are your nights cold and alone
is the grass the usual green
is the sound in your ear the very same
does your head hurt when you raise it high
are the clouds grey instead of white
do you repeat what you've said yesterday
is it too much for your own good
do you find multiple areas of blame
as you follow your own steps to walk
are you angry at the memories
is the night far too gone
does your hand shake with nonsense
as your eyes become as one
is there any room left to feel
does your breath impower your lungs
does pain feel that relaxing to ignore
are you awake from your previous fall
do you analize your every thought
is the area in which you stand a blur
do you understand the meaning of life
as you embrace what your heart has took
I write this will just incase
Life is something I choose not to face
Take my journal and let it be shown
Let my words be heard and known
Take my poems and read them out
Let the world know what my struggles are about
Take my life and let it be heard
Let them know those are my words
Place my ashes into the sea
Let the lord impower me
I'll take that breath I held for so long
Let everyone see my rights from my wrongs
Tell everyone my dreams alomost came true
Makesure you do as I told you too
Praise my name through the streets
Let them know what I believed
Take my promises with no shame
Let them know what I became
Tell my teacher I fought hard and long
And that Im sorry for taking my life and doing wrong
Tell my family I am free
But most importantly remember me.
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