Flowers are alone, yet beautiful.
They are free, yet fragile.
Every season they explore,
Adventuring with the sun some more.
Bee’s and the self determination to keep them alive.
Flowers are bright in the middle of July,
They know they are special, they know they are important.
Flowers shine most with love in their eyes.
The soil is loyal, the water is the father.
With so much sovereignty, they are leading their sons and daughters.
I thank these flowers because they bloom and are free, just as I like to be.
Flowers are alone and beautiful,
They are free yet fragile.

even in autumn
she wore flowers
in her hair

as if
they belonged
next to her beautiful
mind
like the daisies
belonged
growing within
the grass

she was an angel
in a summer dress
whispering
To me
her darkest secrets

like precious gifts
She spilt them
from her sweet tongue
into my mouth

and i knew i would
never again
go hungry
as i ate every
single
one

you make me so unbelievably happy
that flowers have started growing everywhere;
in the vase you left on my windowsill,
in the pillowcase you used last time you slept here,
and in my body, my heart, my lungs.
the air is cleaner, the sky clearer,
i can breathe again.
every so often, i cut a daisy
from around my throat and put it in my hair.
i use them as a reminder
of what you mean to me.
the oxygen in my lungs mixing
with the soil and stems and leaves and petals.
i use them to make me feel alive.

YOUR  SMILE

the ail is shy of
your smile,
it cried for winds' help
to escape the lightening storms
ushered by the wrath of
your smile

and you move free in here
to bring delight from there
singing in divine words
to comfort souls in highs
buried in, blanket of stress.

i raised up my mind
to see the bright sun
graced by you fit physique
honored by your sparkling coat
then
a cool breeze
to ice the warming hearts
with
your smile!

Let me be easy
to let me rest my head and close my eyes.
Let me be at peace
with the world and even myself.
Let my weary soul rest.
May the demons sleep tonight.

                                       By Phil Roberts