Floating green, shiny jewels
relaxing reflection in lake pools
light-heart-shaped pedestals
~
glistening peace on waxy leaves
listening to hope in croaks' pleas
the ancient sound of language in trees
~
Ah, the serenity of frog stools
and the cleansing of a soft breeze
!

K.R.Dalton
12-17-16 (C)

I just wanted to birth a poem, and this is my new baby!

Thanks for reading! K:)
#poetry   #short   #serenity   #silly   #lily   #frogs   #pads  
Peter Balkus
Peter Balkus
Oct 12, 2016

Lily Allen's tears
during trip to Calais
proved you can actually
find humans amongst the celeb.

#lily   #allen   #calais  
Maggie Grace
Maggie Grace
Sep 9, 2016

Delicate and pure
soft and saturated
she stands before me
with a deep azure sky
beneath her eyes
and an inferno of locks
There is a presence
she holds on to tightly,
but I see beneath the rough surface
and gleam into
the kaleidoscope of her past
shaped of only the most radiant hues
I wish to smell, taste, and touch
every color she is composed of-
for she is a blooming lily

#poetry   #life   #heart   #happy   #thoughts   #lgbt   #depth   #lesbian   #lily   #fondness  
Ronald J Chapman
Ronald J Chapman
Jun 20, 2016

I feel so young and happy sometimes,
When I see, the beauty reflected in you each day,
And when I see you, I see the sunshine,
I love you more than words can say...

You're so beautiful! These summer days are excellent! So warm,
Your bright yellow color, it's beautiful!
Even, when your petals and life fade into shadows...
I am absolutely in awe of you!

Your Soul is vibrant; your heart is young,
And my heart is warmed by your yellow sunshine,

I could go on, and watching you grow 'til life was done,

This Intense happiness your petals reflect, 

Like a golden lily in sunlight,
And for you, Mother Nature,
Thank you for this warm summer,



A summer filled with sunshine and flowers.



Copyright © 2016 Ronald J Chapman All Rights Reserved.

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#love   #flowers   #nature   #summer   #lily  
Srividya balayogi
Srividya balayogi
Jun 10, 2016

I saw in the distance a girl,
and saw her lips with a smile curl.
I walked past tufts of grass
In pursuit of the lovely lass
And as I got nearer,
My passion got fiercer.
I was enchanted by this beauty
To be near it was my duty.

Wind swayed her hair
Covered her face fair.
Ah Nature! Why do you hide her from me?
I wish to see her, give me that liberty!

I picked up a lily
From the side of the road
The mud made my boots greasy
But I didn’t care, I strode…

I gave her the flower,
Told I’d climb a tower
And endure tens of whips,
Just to look at her lips

She smiled so coyly,
Egged me on seductively,
To grab her hips
and plant a kiss.
Then she laughed merrily,
And walked away casually.

If only for a moment,
I was destined to have felt this
I didn’t lament,
It was still bliss.

check out my blog www.srividya-balayogi.blogspot.in
#love   #kiss   #girl   #desire   #passion   #romance   #beauty   #woman   #distance   #lily  
Taylor St Onge
Taylor St Onge
May 24, 2016

After my mother died, my room was filled with roses.  When the flowers died, my room was filled with their sweet, rotten stench for weeks on end; it sunk into my pores and into my DNA and years later, I still smell like dead roses.
                                                       My sister confuses this smell with dead lilies.

A bouquet of red roses was placed atop my mother’s coffin as it lowered six
feet down into the earth.  After the roses died, I wonder if my mother could
smell them like I did?  I wonder if she still smells them, or, more likely, how long it took for the roses to disintegrate into dust like her?  

We don’t talk about the body after death because we don’t like to be reminded of how vulnerable we really are. In high school, a boy asked me to prom using roses and lilies that were all different shades of reds and oranges and yellows like fire.  Lilies like funerals and tombstones and formaldehyde.

I don’t think he meant to remind me of death.  I don’t think his intention was to place me in a casket similar to my mother’s with its pink padded walls.  I don’t think he realized that’s where I went when I saw his basement covered in bouquets of hellfire.  I think he meant the roses to be romantic,

but I looked at them and saw my mother’s putrefying face, saw her intestines eaten away by savage bacteria and bugs, saw her eyelids drying out and peeling back like black and dead and withered lily petals.  Embalming does not prevent decomposition, only prolongs it.  I have embalmed my mother's
memory in the shape of a teal notebook.  I cannot tell if it has
                                                                       begun to decay or not.

wrote this for my adv poetry.  it started out as an experimental villanelle, but hellopoetry messed with my formatting :/
#death   #flowers   #rose   #lily   #coffin   #embalming   #greif  
Colby Scott
Apr 17, 2016

Have you felt its bite?

The terrible

Horrendous

Ever-opening

Maw that
Threatens to
Devour all my

Certainty.

It gorges upon all that is
Bright.
Black breath flows
Over me
A
Blight
that saps my strength

My soul yearns to take flight!

Yet here i remain
Paralyzed by the
Gaze of this unrelenting
Beast,
Doubt.

Will there be
Restoration?
Can i hope for
Resuscitation?

Or is my yearning
Merely the
Death throes of
Passion

Burning

Burning

Burning

Out like a
Candle
Lit dinner?  

It shall not
Come from you,
Romance.

You rose-colored
Vagabond.
Food for the maidens
Dream.
Despoiler of my
self
esteem.

i require another
To sustain
Me.

i know it can
Be found.
One who can
Remove this yoke
From me.

Who can vanquish this doubt?

Who shall turn my discordant
notes
of Sin
Into a sinphony?

He is the
One

That will catch my boulder
As it threatens to crush
Me
At the bottom of this
Hill.

So come to me!

i haven’t the strength to yell.

If you can hear
Then
You are
Well acquainted with
My
Bones
Breaking.

i am not
Strong.

Of this i
know
For the wilting of the
Lily
Told me
so.

Eloi
Eloi
Apr 4, 2016

it makes you less sad, I will die by your hand
Hope you find out what you are; already know what I am
And if it makes you less sad, we'll start talking again
You can tell me how vile I already know that I am
I'll grow old, start acting my age
It'll be a brand new day in a life that you hate
A crown of gold, a heart that's harder than stone
And it hurts to hold on, but it's missed when it's gone

Call me a safe bet, I'm betting I'm not
I'm glad that you can forgive, only hoping as time goes, you can forget

If it makes you less sad, I'll move out of this state
You can keep to yourself, I'll keep out of your way
And if it makes you less sad, I'll take your pictures all down
Every picture you paint, I will paint myself out
It's cold as a tomb, and it's dark in your room
When I sneak to your bed to pour salt in your wounds
So call it quits, or get a grip
You say you wanted a solution; you just wanted to be missed

You are calm and reposed
Let your beauty unfold
Pale white, like the skin stretched over your bones
Spring keeps you ever close
You are second-hand smoke
You are so fragile and thin, standing trial for your sins
Holding on to yourself the best you can
You are the smell before rain
You are the blood in my veins

As I've mentioned in some of my other notes, I met a person who completely changed my life, got me out of a very bad personal state that I was in, and saved my life. This is about the struggle we went through to get through everything.
#love   #sad   #flowers   #beautiful   #hurt   #boy   #beauty   #new   #old   #lily  
SoulSurvivor
SoulSurvivor
Jan 31, 2016

their
forms
like
wax
melted
in
white
smears
down
their
vase

star­s
abandon
them

their
moon
eclipsed

beautiful
still
the
sun
whic­h
once
sustained
them
is
now
their
sworn
enemy

and
their
cloying­
scent
fills
only
the
nostrils
of

the

dead



SoulSurvivor
(C­) 1/31/2016

I have to throw away the flowers
I received on my birthday

They aren't white lillies
but the sunlight coming through
the window highlights them
and gave me inspiration
#depression   #life   #death   #sun   #moon   #light   #lily  
Templar of Steel
Templar of Steel
Jan 18, 2016

Painting the lily black
Tainted by the mist of my heart
It cripples and dies
Surrender to hatred
Compassion I lack
An urge to tear something apart
Resting in human cries
It smothers my hatred
As a wolf running with the pack
Acceleration burns my heart
Upset by your twisted lies
They are fueling my hatred

#hatred   #lily  
 
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