Flower Metaphor Poems

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Not the
Perennial
For
The flower showed
Past
Twice
Mine winterz

Mine prayer answered  
That the flower
Be not the biennial
for
Appear yesss
Did it
For mine 
Rest
Bloomed
Beaming
Thoroughly arresting
Sequestering 
Mine

the eccentric 
bard



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Summer Dream
Note: This is Ms Huang's first poem and English is a second language, so helpful comments are welcomed and encouraged.
(This was a collaboration in...

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Changed my mind
and most probably
my spelling and words
quite a lot recently,

thinking we all live
in a simulation and
are bodies are
avatars or emojis,

was watching
high end particle
of love...

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She is a Pacific ocean 
Tranquil from outside
tumultuous from with in
 
         Shallow it seems from the...

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painted flowers on the wall, doesn't need sun dirt water  to grow...

4/21/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2024...

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I write my thoughts 
on paper,
 let  ink of my soul
      glow, amidst the grief
    ...

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I worry that my coat will murder me.
Hanging on Banister’s Edge it’s a man lurking, dark.

I’ve seen rows of killers shadowed and waiting,
hidden in the...

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By Cherbo Geeplay


My wife whispered: somebody, go call Muna 
to come here. Let her tell her dad what she 
told me today. I asked: What’s...

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In a verdant meadow expanse,
A lone dandelion stands,
Trading golden crown
For a halo of fragile wisps.
Sun's affection now distant,
Yet in its fragile state,
An ethereal beauty emerges,
An...

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May the child of the woman whom is named yellow flower
Always brighten your life when you are in your darkest hour,
As well as shine like...

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In the webbed corners of my brain 
There blooms a sinister flower 
Its petals dripping with venom 
 And thick roots entwined with despair 

Begins...

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Chase my tricks of dew 
among the narcissi
that sit atop 
my window sill
with flits of stolen 
galanthus 
I pilfered just for you.

I hasten that you...

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And so it is, that both the Devil and the angelic Spirit present us with objects of desire to awaken our power of choice. There...

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You see all those flowers in the garden,
You like the rose more than the violets,
Sunflower seems to catch your eyes,
Marigolds never were your types,
Plucking up...

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Within the chambers of the skull, a hidden world resides,
A tapestry of thoughts and dreams, where reason often hides.
A mental landscape, vast and deep, with...

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