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Jesse stillwater Mar 2018
Morning falls
from a budding
   cherry tree;

   the colour
of nightsong’s
waning blossom
   comes to be
       an echo
   only heard
   by the wind

Soundless remnants
   of an intimate
twilight odyssey
   tarry thickly,
drifting lightly
through the landscape
      of dawn

   The hushed echo
   wields the silent
         reverie
      of the night,
   gently rippling
   the rivers that run
   through the heart

The poignant taste
of passionfruit lingers
in the sensory traces
      of a warm
   passing breeze;

      penetrating
   the lonely chill
   of a naked night's
      work of art

                ~


           Jesse
.
     14 March 2018
passionfruit:  any edible fruit of a passionflower
mitus Feb 2018
as frail the flower
the petals are power
a melody not yet scoured
the sunlight much devoured

pick the petals, one by one
save or throw until you've won
as dismay it seems, do not run
for a blossom may stun

be careful to remember the thorns that groove the stem
they ***** blood or lust, whichever appears within the gem
confide in this mayhem
whether or not displayed condemn

lastly, lovely leaves line before the rest
swaying slowly but together, a cozy fest
within seconds an unexpected guest,
arrives to thieve potent pollen inside the nest.
Heidi Ludwiczak Feb 2018
Even flowers do not bloom at the same time,

The earth will be dull if they all do ----

So why are you forcing your floret to open?

You are not a Rose -- it grows in cool

Sunflowers blossom under the bright sky ---

Whilst your time is in Summer day.
Do not compare yourself with other people, we all have our time to shine.
A comparison on blossoming flowers if not now it will be someday soon.
Hollau Feb 2018
you trampled our sacred garden
and ripped out what had blossomed
once from love
now in lust
as you left for a new flowerbed
leaving my heart to shrivel and die in the blazing sun
as my anger dehydrated the supple foliage
that I had worked so long to nurture

without your care,
what was once our lush oasis
is now a withering desert
that will only welcome your presence
with thorns
George Krokos Jan 2018
If a love like ours now would soon end
we could still be, to each other, a friend
to whom we could confide, in our need
when life situations call us to take heed.

Our hearts would continue to beat as one
with feelings for each other not ever done
and so hold all our memories in the mind
cherishing them as being of a sacred kind.

Our lives could blossom in so many ways
to fill the emptiness of those passing days.
For in being without each other's presence
we could still imbibe of our love's essence.

Oh, how could we ever contemplate a time
when the love between us loses its prime?!
And even if we were to be physically apart
we would still feel each other in our heart.

There is a saying that 'true love never dies'
and can withstand the malice of those lies
which may come between two people who
are tested in their love proving it to be true.
______
Written in 2017.
Sudipta Maity Jan 2018
I saw your shadow,
Through the curtain of your window.
Every night,
when I back to my room,
dimed the light very soon.
To see you in front of light,
I hold my heart for a gentle air-
to discover how you appear.
But all my wish fall apart.
Whatever,
even red rose also has black shadow.
Whenever she had her blossom desire.
Olivia Jan 2018
She pulled the flower sharply from where it blossomed.

I’ve never wanted to curl up into a ball of sadness for taking away something so precious.

We talk about saving the earth of it’s living beings yet here we are tearing away at its life without any hard feelings.

Wishing to forget and never planning something through cold sweat.

But all she wanted was to be healed as much as the earth wanted to be saved from any regret
wordvango Dec 2017
She  
Stands for me!

Dressed up
All Pink and white
Glowing from tip to
Outspread reach

Hummingbird
Wings
Decorated

Both in sun in
Moon
A buzz

The chorus of nature
Majestic ingeniously
Being the freshest
Breath of
Spring

Of hope and
Beauty
Fair
Poetic T Nov 2017
Feed my uprooted soul,
                            please,
I implore of you.
Don't let me wither and die;
water me generously
               and most graciously,
let me breathe
                        again;
else I die before I blossom.

For without petals to show
the allure
                   of my meaning,
I lived for less than
                                nothing.
but when you discovered my
enchantment lingering within
petals you unconditionally
                  fell within my scent..
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