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Johanna 1d
I see you pluck heedless flowers

from the ground where they grow

dressing your narcissism as love. 

And you put it in a vase, to sooth

the gnawing fact that it is nothing

more than a casket. She waits do die.

You think her beautiful, so convinced

only you deserve to handle her charms,

yet in your watch she slowly withers.

Love, you can keep picking flowers 

but none of them will stay

until you realize it doesn’t need you. 

she thrives in the wild by her roots,

by the ground where she stands.

you can watch her bloom
without tearing her apart.

that is how you must love.
sophie 3d
when we met,
you planted seeds into
the garden
that was my heart.

with every kiss,
every touch,
every "i love you",
the seeds blossomed
into beautiful flowers.

then the taste of your lips
turned bittersweet,
but it always left me
wanting more.

your touch was like poison.
seeping through my skin
and corrupting everything that
was pure and innocent.

the flowers in our garden
began to wilt.
and all that was left was
the bitter taste in my mouth,
and the poison
coursing through my veins.

how naive of me,
to let myself become
addicted to the drug
that was you.
.. .. ..
Bloom! Bloom!
Look at the flower fields!
Go, pick yourself a rose
Might as well pick your nose
.. .. ..
Tanya 6d
She had returned from her journey,
radiating bright, vivid
Feeling better than ever.
Small minds
couldn’t handle
her flowers.
but the sun garden was hers to handle anyways .
Erika Feb 9
Badshah Khan Feb 8
Rubayiat Al Thurab (Verses of the Dust) – 16

BismillahIr RahmanIr Raheem

Let me bloom, for you my eternal love.

Hence, you can gently kiss me unconditionally.

Rarely I bloom, so don’t miss the precise date.

As I am precisely a rare flower, and you are heartily my Beloved.

No matter, wherever you wander hopelessly.

For your own existence, as I gently hold the Key,

Of your noble heart, As my Beloved’ Forever!

Allah Khair….. Khairul Rabul Alameen Yah Arrahmanur Yah Raheem

Ummah Thurab – Badshah Khan
©UT-BK 2018
Rubayiat Al Thurab (Verses of the Dust)
Andie Feb 4
ivory skin, as this paper
ebony hair, as this ink
shining, imbued with moonlight
glistening, dipped in the morn's dew

he is my friend, with
lips of roses
a nose, a thorn
and flowers, rathe in winter

she is your lover with
fangs of eggshells
eyes of marbles
blood of honey
and flesh of black lace

one mark, a fall, a
wellspring in the night
we sing the evensong
then where do we go?
I don't know what I'm feeling. This feels totally right, yet totally wrong
My sweetheart was like a flower that after winter snow would bloom again In spring having laid below the frozen ground
of winter
but come to the thaw she starts to bloom again her pale skin changing, colour coming back to her
my darling loved the sun It was with the warmth of the sunshe really came to life but sadly she died In winter
never made the following
summer probably the best
one we had for years poor girl
she deserved to see that summer but life can be cruel and very
My sweetheart was like a flower that blooms In
spring after the winter
snow had gone
Shofi Ahmed Feb 2
The ocean moves
stirring the water.
But none see the sunshine
behind the full moon in bloom
that steals the starry night.
Esmé Jan 31
Wine and Saffron petals.
Dripping with dew.
My leaves unfold.
No root is askew.
Here I am waiting.
You’re finally in view.
I’m now in full bloom.
If only you knew.
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