#poem about flowers

[slasher-fucker-and-sucker]

Nilou, the Persian Water Lily

Beneath the silk of twilight's veil,

In gardens where whispers sail,

A blossom rises, soft and still,

Nilou blooms with ancient will.

Her roots reach deep, a story untold,

In waters clear and kissed by gold.

She wears the sun as her gentle crown,

Yet thrives where moonlight settles down.

Her petals, secrets the poets sing,

A fleeting touch of eternal spring.

Each fold a dream, each hue a sigh,

The Persian stars reflect her sky.

Nilou dances where silence keeps,

Among the reeds where the river sleeps.

The wind, a lover, bends to trace

Her fleeting shadow, her tender grace.

In every ripple, her beauty calls,

Through mirrored pools and marble halls.

A sacred bloom, both fierce and shy,

Nilou, the water's lullaby.

[shadowviixen]

My fondness for flowers grew,

and so did my desire to paint them.

Living in a town scarce of gardens,

I flooded my walls with their vibrant petals.

In a world where they slowly withered,

their beauty remained within me.

In my heart... And with every thought made with a brush stroke.

God forbid a person to rummage my insides,

for all they will see are the blooms of flora that persisted.

❧…

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[kapicryst]

How gorgeous and elegant it is when flowers bloom

But they soon lose their colour

And their petals fall

And all but death is calling to them

For their beauty is fleeting

Temporary

But beauty is still beauty

When memories of their bloom

Still echoes within us

— When the flowers bloom

[galina]

at the poetry workshop on friendship, all my poems were love letters to friends in LA—heart is breaking

[willyhoos]

metamy is insane. like.

what if i was the hero you loved gone wrong. defeated and destroyed. rebuilt as my own greatest enemy. what if i lost everything. what if i had been reprogrammed to despise all i had once fought for. what if i couldn't even remember why i had fought at all.

and what if you were made of roses. what if you represented every beautiful thing i once died trying to protect. what if you wore flowers in your hair and cared for small creatures and had eyes the color of the forests i used to call my home. what if you were everything i once loved.

those memories are just out of my reach. infuriatingly. maddeningly. but if anyone knows who i am (who i used to be) it's you. if anyone can make me feel like who i used to be (who i really am) it's you. i can't speak, i can't breathe, i can't remember anything (but you).

you are the world i have been ordered to burn. i am the weapon you have chosen to resist. i was (am) the hero that you loved.

you are my only memory.

i will do anything to make you believe me.

[pogbur]

theres something poetic about being young and picking up the little yellow dandelions and calling them flowers. and every single time an adult says no thats a weed. don't give it to me thats not a flower thats a weed. its ugly and its bad because of what we call it. so you stop picking them. you stop putting them behind you ear or tying the stems together. nobody likes weeds anyways, right?

[arson-jellyfish69]

Drew the main 4 with flowers that represent their best qualities

Clark:

Canterbury Bells

Cornflower

Forget-me-not

Kara:

Dessert Rose

Black eyed Susan

Russian sage

Lois:

Dandelion

Iris

Clematis

Jimmy:

Cosmos

Pansy

Lotus

Dahlia

[mckenzieyoungart]

“Do not stand at my grave and weep

I am not there. I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow.

I am the diamond glints on snow.

I am the sunlight on ripened grain.

I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you awaken in the morning's hush

I am the swift uplifting rush

Of quiet birds in circled flight.

I am the soft stars that shine at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry;

I am not there. I did not die.”

-Mary Elizabeth Frye

[cottaegecore]

mindy nettifee

[distardre]

im never shutting up about the butterfly shaped collars 🦋

[z3rovski]

Death is not the end

Death can never be the end

Death is the road

Life is the traveller

The soul is the guide

- Sri Chinmoy

[imfullofworms]

[hersurvival]

I used the last of my pressed,

Dried pansies today on a poem for you -

The first I ever wrote,

The one you didn't know about,

But had secretly given you a line or two

In a note once -

Glued them to the back and placed them

In an organza bag with a polaroid of us.

@nosebleedclub September 19th - The Last of the Flower Garden

[secretsiwhispertothemoon]

[laugtherhyena]

And now that your rose is in bloom, a light hits the gloom on the gray

[coquelicoq]

me after reading four poems by internationally beloved, critically acclaimed, insanely influential 19th-century poet charles baudelaire: wow this guy's emo lol