Flower Sad Love Poems

Vulnerable 


The only flower
In a field of weeds

The wind is how'ling
A strong,violent breeze

A drop of water
On the desert sand

So lost and so a
Lone, just like...

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"If only..." 

How often I've whispered those two piddling words. 
Quietly, like the fluttering wings of hummingbirds,
wishing I could rewind the clock to the time...

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Words caved in darkness,
Heart, torn apart every time,
I cry without tears.
You adore that sweet flower,
Too bad, I'm just a Moonstone....

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A flower at the budding stage which
Will never now reach full bloom,
This flower’s potential left unfurled, 
A flower cut much too soon....

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To The One I Lost Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anoucheka Gangabissoon

Placed 3rd
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Like a nymph from Arden,
She entered my life’s garden.			

Like lightning to me, she came; 
For...

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Tulip became orchid upon death,
As false as sordid love I held....

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This is me blue and incomplete without you
And yet still, I know, I am but a whole flower
Waiting to someday come into full bloom.
With this,...

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Summertime in a school. A butterfly is hopping on a beautiful flower, a real magic moment with lots and lots of green, a moment can...

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My rose bushes have bloomed
the three I planted last year 
after digging up the dead ones 
that had never thrived there 
though it’s a sunny...

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As i sit back and think,
If i wake up and blinked,
And i would realize,
How close you've pushed me to the brink,
Yet i stand strong,
Risked it...

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Can we meet again?
You, wearing your black jacket;
Me, empty in mind or thought.

You ask what I want.
I want long hours of chatter.
Know you are happy,
even...

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Pull the pink silky shaft 
of this arrow from my heart
Rip it out roughly 
rupturing both ventricles
allowing the blood to freely flow 
from the ragged...

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I’m here picking the flower petals impulsively while whistling the tune,
“He loves me, he loves me not”.

My head is lost my thoughts about our inconceivable...

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Really, are roses beautiful?
If yes then why I feel 
It has a  story to tell
Which is painful as its thorn

I'm an ugly rose,
with withered...

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