You call me a flower
But what kind?
Is it a yellow tulip? A cluster of warm sunshine and happiness?
Or maybe a Lily of the Valley? The tears I’ve shed for you made into delicate little milky white blossoms
Each petal carefully watered by the streams of water that run down my cheeks
Or am I an Aster? A small star, made from Astrea’s tears, so small and insignificant compared to the shining, sparkling gems that light up the night sky. Looking up at those ethereal jewels, never being enough. No wonder Astrea cried, I would’ve cried too.
Or am I a White Lily? My innocence and purity once so clean, as white as snow now forever tainted with your darkness. A dark, unremovable mark on the alabastrine flower, that will stay, no matter how much I try to get rid of it.
Categories:
unremovable, deep, environment, extended metaphor,
Form: Free verse
You will always be my main
If I was a pure white clothing
You will be that unremovable stain
Through the wind,storm and rain
happy times and pain
I’ll hold your hand through any hurricane
Our relationship will remain
A place where both parties gain
An unconditional love we can’t explain
You make me feel humane
I know it sounds insane
But let’s go to Spain or Ukraine
To pop a bottle of champagne
And celebrate our unbreakable reign
Categories:
unremovable, culture, cute, cute love,
Form: Concrete
You haunt my soul
and left a hole
to foster death
within my chest.
Why came I to love you so?
you became my obsession
and my heart's suppression.
Ne'er again love's seeds I'll sow
for you became a rotten crow tree within my heart
whose unremovable rotted roots became my cark.
A corpse herein lies
who buries your lies
with which was caved in
by the weight of your sin.
His failed attempts to hate
the slaver causing craze
of his mind, the poor slave.
Categories:
unremovable, lost love,
Form: Verse
On small chubby legs ---
I placed round colored pegs ---
Into a flat brown wooden board ---
Doing it the regimental way made me bored ---
Red, yellow and orange, on through ---
Is the teacher's point of view ---
Not at all of a five year old ---
Who's opinions seems too bold ---
So this teacher slapped my face ---
Although I did try to plead my case ---
And as the tears trickled down like hot coal ---
An unremovable scar was placed upon my soul.
Categories:
unremovable, introspection
Form: Free verse