wreath for
Disha Verma
Disha Verma
Nov 16, 2014

I bought
white lilies
your favourite
and I spent
two hours
to make a
wreath for
your head
smiling at
the thought
of you in a
wedding dress
I made this
wreath for
your head
but I lay
it on your
chest instead
I'm sorry, honey
I've been
quite insane
since your

#love   #death   #flowers   #wreath  
to place the holly wreath.
Sonja Benskin Mesher

comes out every year,

stored in one of the


this is neither poetic nor

important, yet

we walked down the lane

together, slowly.

to place the holly wreath.


like a past season Christmas wreath,
Johnnie Rae
Johnnie Rae
Jan 29, 2013

You are like a soul,
that died, but never moved on,
left to linger in my doorway,
like a past season Christmas wreath,
that just never went away,
only because it knew, I enjoy it's company.

L T Winter
L T Winter
Jul 8, 2016

Silt-carriers creeping
Enigmatic tidings
Whiskey translucence
And vodka tonics

Age brought, silent sorrows
I wept them-slowly

I could be-
A demon cleansing wreaths
Of teeth and all
You see are leaves.

Petals grow on my skin
Talking venoms and frog-like sin
Yet people are hearing hymns,

Though my wrists are just over
Burdened bludgeonings
Theres blankness and hollows.

After she threw the bridal wreath
William A Poppen
William A Poppen
Dec 25, 2015

Skirt so yellow and bright

Eyes blue and wide,

with lips pursed right.

“Where is your joy,” she sighs?

Cotton shows years of wear

still flows yellow,  and bright.

Her lean body craves to share

him hard and yielding tonight.

After she threw the bridal wreath

their joy spilled like carpenter’s glue.

No longer did they sample from beneath

yellow skirt and sweater taut and blue.

Her scent is a flower named dangerous,

so he struggles, pulls away; all the while

wanting his graying head to rest

upon her breast and relish the joy in her smile.

#flower   #joy   #craving   #skirt   #wreath  
Prabhu Iyer
Prabhu Iyer
Dec 17, 2014

I come floating to you Mother, dead on the river, body bullet ridden: this is how God reaps His harvest of faith.

See, those columns that support the sky now, carried once the roof of our temple. The fire burning the pyres now carried oblations to our ideals; But we face a jealous God consuming in wrath.

Here I come, un-wreathed, unsung, wet in the tears of the skies, skin carrying scars of resistance, eyes open to the tyranny of faith.

Clutch my hands, let me feel the love that birthed me, one last time before my Spirit moves onward and beyond to the worlds of light.

Religion, unguided by the arc-light of spirituality, is becoming a tool for violent self-aggrandizement at the hands of extremists
#god   #faith   #wrath   #wreath   #harvest  
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