a flower demands photosynthesis
Emily Townsend
Emily Townsend
Nov 4, 2015

I crave human affection as much as
a flower demands photosynthesis
hiding beneath a shaded tree. It has
no control over capriciousness
from the sun.

this is rubbish ignore it, I'll finish it later
ankful for the air they breathe through photosynthesis,
Tapiwa Individualist

Process by which plants make their food and clear our air using light,
They have no feet or hands but they make their food right,
Being self sufficient,I bet they've got no need to fight.
Nature is inspiring,
Birds always happily singing,
Guess their songs are never expiring,
And they're surely thankful for the air they breathe through photosynthesis,
Do we appreciate our trees enough?or maybe the point of their existence we miss?

Don't chop them off unless you       need to.

Kinda modified the definition to stress my point..

Potted daisy by the window sill
is in love with Mr. Sunshine - the morning brings.

Dapper and Radiant and oh! So warm!
Daisy is spellbound by his charm.

At every first blush ...
she sings her song...
that his love makes her tall , that his love keeps her strong.

But as the daylight begins to wane
Ms. Daisy feels partings strain .

With the setting dusk
the waning glow
the night is set in Indigo

Repose Ms. Daisy , don't rue for the day
For , Mr. Sunshine is but a few hours away !

It's about love
Shandel Pruitt
Sep 12, 2009

look at me
i'm growing
& blooming
my mind is
the light
the dark
converting them
to energy
to fuel
my dreams
a process

D Lep
D Lep
Feb 27, 2012

Restless, restless
Exhaling a thousand sighs.
My wasted breath
this rotting fruit.
The seeds won't germinate
and I won't sleep.
Have the vines
choke 'til slumber.

Mar 12, 2014

I felt the leaves
on my tree
grow stronger
in your light
you should've warned me
that I shouldn't become
dependent of you
you should've warned me
that lights go out.

the titles are the only part of my poetry that I actually like ugh

The way
That the sun rays
Hot day, faraway
Photons travel
Outer space
8 minutes
On your face
Covering you in
Nuclear waste
Pretty cool,
I'd say.

Feb 17, 2014

I am an idle garden, and you are my gardener —clearing out all of my long dead, overgrown worries, making room for neglected words; everblooms shrouded beneath the tangled debris of fear. Your dedication and diligence has smoothed me out with gentle hands and has planted new hopes in a still-budding imagination; sharing all that you are so that one day I could hopefully, in some way, give back to you all the beautiful parts of you that have grown in me.

Iris Roo
Iris Roo
Sep 19, 2014

tumbling trees and bumbling branches
leave it to me to weed through the circumstances
perhaps you reflect the mess of second glances
with these days all sideways I'm not much to take chances

I never felt like we were quiet
quite a perfect match
you leave it to me to unravel the riot
I leave it to you to deadly the catch

and you're next
and i'm next
and we're next
and he's next

and one day this will all be mine.

Pauline Chan
Pauline Chan
Jan 8, 2015

once in a while,
love changes form
it turns from a sweet sunrise
to a sad sunset
a beautiful love song
to a melancholic tune
and though love hurts
when it changes forms
love will always be love
through the rain and fire
love prevails the change in intensity
and that's what I learned the day I learned
to let my anger,

#love   #heartbreak   #sad  
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