A ROSE WILL RISE
You're a beautiful rose
Protected by thorns
In a garden of weeds
Evils hide their horns
You deserve better
You can’t waste your time
Weed out the imposters
Don’t get intertwined in their lies
Your beauty is enticing
But you’re more than just this
You can always outsmart them
Be aware they exist
They believe you’re a dandelion
With one selfish breath
They’ll blow you to pieces
Left to gather what's left
Trust your instincts; pay attention
Stay on the alert
You won’t find what you need
By sifting through dirt
The Language of Flowers
Your petals softly whisper
While your thorns scream in vain
For that is the language of the Flowers
And deception is its game
Like the sweet Oleander,
With its dainty petals looking friendly
For it wishes you to touch them
And prays your consequences will be deadly
Hear the Angel’s Trumpet,
As it plays lulling a tune
But be careful not to listen
For you’ll never awake beneath its moon
See the Hemlock,
With its complexion so fair
It beckons you closer with a secret
Telling you that it has some to spare
Hidden beneath its beauty
The culprit remains unnamed
For that is the language of the Flowers
And deception is its game
“Marigold”
On a path of stone
with a Marigold in hand.
I traverse a vibrant world,
a flourishing land.
Into the Garden of Eden
full of trees and flowers.
A paradise unlike any other,
blessed by Heaven’s powers.
It is there we meet,
under the boughs of the Tree.
The branches grasping, leaves shaking,
as if to embrace me.
Smiling as they approach,
and entwine my fragile soul,
The Marigold falls...
I can finally let go.
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From my rotting body
I love you
But the seeds you planted in my soil
they’re poisoning
encroaching on my tulips
roots are cramped
lilac petals shed onto the garden floor
And my pistils won’t fire
my flowers backs are hunched don’t even dare to look at the sun.
angry green ivy weaves through the rows
making sure our purple faces won’t look up.
staring at the rich land makes me want to
come back to it
start over
become Earth once again
my body will rot
instead of my soul
where a green glare won’t strike fear
snails would munch on my wilted flesh
hopefully you’d salvage my seed and save me for a special plot
one that was meant for us all along
plum colored cheeks proud for acres.
there it goes but I’m ready,
a spiny thorn gouges my bulb
and just before life flickers out
I catch sight of you
suddenly I don’t want to drop your gaze,
I want life, I want you.
But, you are truly breathtaking
and as long as I’m on this earth
I will love you.
forever
The Magical Sunflower
This one special sunflower has a special power.
He shines and gives off heat during a rain shower.
When he glows you can see his hidden power.
This sunflower has a friend named Daisy.
She’s not special or lazy,
Nor is she crazy.
The sunflower loves her a lot,
She's all he’s got,
He loves her even though he’s hot.
Golden Afternoon
I hope one day my loves talks to me in the language of flowers—i’ll find aster flowers in my shoes before I run out the door and gardenias by my bedside and when I roll over they’ll smile their crooked smile—on nights we hunger for each others company they’ll hand me bouquets upon bouquets of red roses and sunflowers—I want bellflowers on the days I can’t get out of bed and jasmine and honeysuckle beside my plate when I feel shameful about my waist size—when it becomes too bad I want them to stop me from eating amaryllis—I want all forms of hydrangeas, hyacinths, moss, and azalea to form my iris—I want all flowers and their stems for no matter how sharp the thorns the flower will always be beautiful—I want primroses and cloves—promises and truths that I can’t ignore
Roses
A meaning is hidden in the flower.
Red is to be given to the lover.
To inflame a passion,
That is for no other.
White is for the pure.
For the one that is sure.
To teach an innocent lesson,
In order to cure.
Yellow is for the wise.
Who are sure to rise.
In the path of succession,
He flies.
Purple is for those who wonder.
To be torn asunder.
For reincarnation,
For there is a meaning in the flower.
Lesson from Flowers
My hue radiates vibrancy and serenity
Which ought to keep you peppy and calm
It also exudes splendor and breeze
Which is empowering and rejuvenating
My fragrance occupies the space
Which gives a break from everyday fumes and burns
I add sweetness in the air through my sheer existence
Which allows you to breath a gust of clean natural scent
Detailed to the crisp outline
I am indeed a masterpiece
People flock to admire my beauty and goodness
You can be one too
#nature #beauty #behappy #kindwords #masterpiece