Wilt Poems - Poems about Wilt

Your petals wilt, Your rose has resolute. Fearing its completion, Its ballet is sung, Dragging its roots along Your rose has begun withering. Dirt covered masking Leaves branching of torment To drag your flower’s petals Across the crimson pavements. Your rose weeps and mourns, Sorrow overwhelm – Overwatering its cycle of growth. Your rose wilts, Yet you oversee its potential Why must you carelessly love it? Tend to its time of...

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I love you the way flowers love the sun even though they know they'll still wilt in the heat of the day Reaching up to the light Embracing possible destruction Just to be bathed in the warmth of your precious glow ...

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Roses are red, your love you say is true. Why is it then, I want to leave you. You put me down and beat me around. Roses are red, your love not true. I think I've had enough of you....

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The thought of me that came into your mind, It grew; It blossomed; You thwarted it; Hopefully you are letting it wilt and die. I do not want to ignite old flames. I want to believe your words were true; After all you said them, But my mind acts as if it has a mind of its own. It's been months but still it...

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The Bible says Your coming back, Could be at morn or noon, Or even in the night time Lord, Oh pray, will it be soon? For if Your coming be at morn, I know not if I'm ready, And if You come at noon My Lord, That hour is most unsteady. And should Your coming be at night, I fear I might sleep through...

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soda stream pops gargles are gurgled mischievous meanders over moss jutting chins of fresh shaven intrusive rocks sunlit tendrils stroking at the seams...

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Descriptive voices get louder While likening dust to powder, Evangelizing ones in a sermon. Proclaiming it ‘A summon’ The prettily molded man is dust To all early and late –arriving corpses, a must, Worse dust, the one obsessed with lust. Metal too, correctly, is dust, As fatefully it goes ahead to rust Assembling some kind of crust, Sometimes into eyes blown by a...

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W as there ever a player so hated I n the prime of a great career L ooked on as the Devil Incarnate T ormented by boos and by jeers T he man set all kinds of records H ...

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The fork goes on the left. The poor go on the street. The vase is on the table and the flowers wilt retreat....

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Sometimes A rose Is meant to wilt No matter how hard, To it you tend....

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Banished to the point of oblivion Ignored worse than a stranger Punished for another's decision Nothing has resolved your anger The plunge of a knife in my back Bled out our light, left a space of black I have soul-searched through the years Hoping on...

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red passionate rose dances, dropping wilt petals wan ivory keys piano plays endless notes, sobbing hushed old ardent tune 6/26/2017...

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Pain with time begins to fade leaving clarity in its wake patiently beginning to comprehend the heartache that wilted away with the twilight like the red rose on a frosty winters night In remembrance of the rain that once soothed a void, distracting thoughts of hopelessness that invoked death; yet I bend like the wilt of the red rose which must accept, that all...

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Guilt will wilt the sweetest flower, Cause the very sun to glower, Though the skies their tears may shower. Guilt will wilt the sweetest flower. Shame will tame the lion's power, Make the boldest warrior cower, Turn the taste of triumph sour. Guilt will wilt the sweetest flower. For each mister, miss, or madam, Son or lover— this is so. In the Bible Eve and...

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W hen summer ends and a cool wind blows I n the garden there is just one rose L eft all alone in the cool of the day T he last rose of summer slowly fades away ...

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