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I look out and see the city
All the shining lights
The cars coming and going
The people living
And think
Wow.
I live in a big world
An upside down daisy
The roots were the bloom
The colors in the ground

The people marveled at the growth
The scientists made theories
The religious said it was a sign
The tourists came and went
The artists were inspired
By this little flower in the ground

One day the speculation ended
Something new and different happened
They were tired of the flower

The flower grew sad
Wilting within the dirt
Until one day
A little boy came
With innocent eyes
And a tiny hand outstretched
He reached toward this little flower
The one that had begin to wilt
The one that was different
The one that was peculiar
And he took the flower into his arms
And instead of speculating
Or staring or taking pictures
He gave the flower love.

The little flower glowed with happiness
And with that she shot towards the sky
The roots growing and growing
Until they were higher than any skyscraper
His words had built her up
And didn't tear her down like the others

Everyday the boy would visit the flower
As he got older, he became wiser
And one day he came to the flower
He knelt beside her and looked up at the glory that was her's
And was amazed at the beauty she became because of his love

That night he fell asleep besides her.

That morning the world awoke
And found two of the flowers side by side
Their roots reaching up and twisting together
Into the shape of love

The world once again speculated
and then went on with life.
if you guys don't mind, I was wondering what people thought of this poem. leave a comment with your interpretation. kind of curious!
The sun shines into the raindrop
The drop filled with tree's
A waterfall
Birds singing and in the distance
You can hear Christmas bells ringing
The drop filled with words
of joy, sadness and longing

As the drop continues its descent
the sun continues through the rain
Turning it into pure gold
Before it falls into the hands
of a girl
With bright red rain boots
and water droplets in her hair
There once was a girl
Different than others
She had morals
She had standards
The rain was her sun
She didn’t care much for “fun”
She stuck with her books
Her comfort, her knowledge
She knew what she wanted

She had trials
She had joy
Throughout it all
She remained true
To the girl she swore she would be
And stayed away from those who she said
I can’t be near them, they may change me

As she got older she grew and matured
She learned to be wiser
She leaned to be kinder
Her views widened
Her horizons expanded
She was no longer as innocent
And ignorant as before

She stopped her judging
Started her loving
Her wants changed
From silly trivial things
To longing for the feeling
of contentment
and
eternal joy
She no longer wanted the perfect prince
She wanted the knight in rusty armor
For he would have faults
But so did she
And together they would be perfect

She didn’t fling herself around
She didn’t broadcast her voice
She was quiet
She was reserved
But those who she helped
Knew she was different than she seemed

She had deep friendships
Whose roots ran to the core of the earth
And would never be broken
Her faith was strong
And her courage firm

She was happy and content
She was coming out of her shell
Out of the ridiculous worry of judgement
She worked hard to become who she was
And she was proud of it.
Ripping you up
and dropping you down
Somewhere you don't recognize
Everything's different
Everything's the same
You're taken out of your comfort zone
You change from awkward to confident
Because in the whirlwind
You changed

and then you think to yourself...
*"We're not in Kansas anymore"
Not really Kansas... More like Washington, but thats the quote.
The wind whips around me
And the rain pounds the ground
A storm is brewing once more
I ignore it
As I search the valley below
Hoping, wishing to see any sign of life
Or maybe I was looking for escape
But no matter
My hope was futile

For a tornado had torn it all up
Uprooted the town
My home
And all that is left for me
Is longing
To get back to where I belong
As I sit by the window
I watch the rain pour outside
I see the lightning light up the sky for a split second
I hear the thunder as it rumbles through the valley
I think of all of the things I’ve done
And all of the things to come
And inside of me
I feel the storm start to brew
Not really a poem based off me... Just a poem off of my daydreams
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