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Larry Dixon Nov 2017
I wish I could ask that special question.
The one I would love her to answer.
To see that undescribable expression.
To finally get the amazing dance with her.

To see if true love really does thrive.
To see if it does hold true.
To see if in this world it can survive.
To see all the problems it can cut through.

To see the flowers blooming all around.
To see the roots of the trees burrow deep beneath.
Then look to see all the people we astound.
As long as you answer the question our love will never bequeath.

And if you look to your side I will always be beside you.
As long as you say I do.
Henry Koskoff Nov 2017
alas, spring was a time of fakeness
and sally sneezed in sequences
everything swayed with breeze
on the brink of warm and cold were the colors
greens and yellows and ochres
that were pleasing those eyes
red, moist, sore
emblazoned by the dusty air
everything reproduced at a fast rate
au printemps, she remembered
bath absorbed
sally wandered
less direction now
her home near
too familiar now to be satisfying in any way
there she was
when she awoke at noon
Ceyhun Mahi Oct 2017
The roses bloom upon the grounds of spring,
So fresh and fair they glow as fragrant faces,
So nice and neatly, never giving up
The hope who's fueled by the rays of the sun.

The beams are bright like a beautiful brow,
They did wait after rains upon the day,
Where clouds would leave the lovely sun alone,
And conquer then with little might again.
Playing around with sounds! Though it's not spring, I still wanted to express my love for it.
lynnia hans Sep 2017
this poor, delicate flower
being carried away by the whispers of the wind
once blooming the the morning's basking glow
now immortalized as a lost soul
Brianna Sep 2017
What do you do when you're--
loopy with feelings,
completely and utterly,
smitten?

What do I do about the-
thoughts in my head,
screaming and yelling,
that I need to stop fearing the word,
Love?

He's wonderful and perfect and--
as sweet as pie,
as cute as a button,
and I simply adore everything about
him.
Lyvana Nyx Aug 2017
Dreams bloom
Over white pages
Filling it with color and ink
Scribbles of thoughts
Scattered throughout
Like pollen in a spring field
Light swells
Blindingly fast
Emconmpassing everything
Nothing but bliss in heaven
For this moonlit fragment.
Random. Kinda liked the feel of this one but less focus on rhythm, more on imagery.
Rosa Lía Elías Aug 2017
you say life
has beaten and stung you.
you say it’s left you
without a breath.
you say the rain
keeps falling
that sunlight never comes.
you cry yourself to sleep
every night in bed.
you whine when things
start getting rough
because you really
just don’t understand
that pain is sent
to shape you.
to help you grow,
and blossom and bloom.
for those beautiful flowers
that you see drenched in sun
were once pruned too.
© Copywrite Rosa Lía Elías
Cloudy Heart Aug 2017
I once was a wilted flower
with damaged roots
moving from *** to ***
but no one took the time to water me
put me in sunlight
feed me
or help me grow
I was damaged
my petals were ripped
my stem was browning
I was a lost cause
I lost hope of being a blooming flower.
One day, a beautiful man came along
he saw my damaged petals and browning stem
and said "don't worry, I'll make you bloom again"
He poured some fresh soil
put me in the light
gave me lots of water
and made sure I was alright
my roots started to sink into the soil
my damaged petals started to heal
I looked into the sunlight
and wondered if this was real
as I stand blooming in his window today
I thank him so much for planting me
and letting me know I'll be okay
-m.a.
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