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Fatimah Noor May 7
The flowers I  planted
Bloomed everywhere in the fancy
My veins filling with nectar
Eyes capturing alluring views
Thorns embracing all the blues
The paper smelling fresh roses
As I jot the proses
Are they only roses?
Or a wonderland enclosed in a bouquet
I want to press your kisses between the pages of a book
     Like dried flowers from a June day
Your lips flutter over my cheeks, my nose
     the throbbing valley of my throat
And I'm convinced you must be a hummingbird

Each kiss feels like a bouquet
     You must have drank from the foxglove and yarrow before you
     flew to me
Your heart stutters under my palm
      Throbbing fast and full of sweetness

Tell me
     Do you understand how delightful you are?
Drink the sugar water from my garden
The cottage is always a little sunnier with you around.
I can't feel my fingers
I can't feel my toes
been put through the ringer
I can't feel my woes

I press against my ribs and teeth
and make sure my feet are underneath
my floating head
this feeling I dread
my god I need a release

but a release would mean
things are not as they seem
and I would still be numb
left high, dry and dumb

so numb I will stay
a lifeless bouquet
of fingers and toes
and all of my woes
feeling like nothing
Lenchen Nov 2018
here we find a girl reversed -
a girl who comes alive at night
and is afraid of the lonely day
    "you need to sleep," they'll say
    "i need to rest," she'll say
and they won't understand the difference.

here we find a girl inside-out -
a girl who can handle the whole world
but is terrified of handling herself
    her mind her worst enemy
    her people her safe haven
and she'll forever be searching for a home that isn't haunted by her own reflection.

here we find the girl
    the open ended question
    the heart with the vacancy sign in neon
    the bouquet of optimism put out for everyone to see

here we found the girl
and here we lost her
    right here, i think
ethan gaskill Nov 2018
i remember when
i used to collect
pretty pieces of broken glass
sitting in the garden
you reminded me of that
while we were out today

i was caught between staring and looking away

because there you were
a broken shard of crystal glass
standing in a bouquet
Sara Kellie Sep 2018
Stood in the doorway,
a delivery guy.
A warm buttery mirage,
reflects in my eye.
A yellow bouquet,
this girls favourite treat.
So lovely, it's beauty knocks
me off my feet.
A spray in the background
of lilac, well matched.
A card with a ribbon and
message attached.
I lift it to read it,
what does it say?

To Sara, Happy Birthday
and have a great day.

Poetry by Kaydee.
Happy Birthday to me.
Older but none the ******' wiser.
gabriela Sep 2018
I cut off my hand
to put in a bouquet
that you didn’t keep
Shofi Ahmed Aug 2018
Every corner
every nook is full.
Bouquets of stars
flower over the Moon!

Lo, unleashing every
bit of the inky night
the sleeping beauty
to wake soon!

Go to the nth degree
when everything is full
look for somewhere new!
It's a full circle, full-blown
but a ceaseless moving world
to one more new angle!
Lady Ravenhill Jun 2018
The flowers you planted
Bloomed all over my skin
Grew wild in my head
Their sweet nector filled my veins
Until you went away
Your garden left for dead
Forgotten by our original sin
Now all that remains
Is this single bouquet
And true love disenchanted
©LadyRavenhill 2018
Lady Ravenhill May 2018
The smell of babies breath
Curly petals and velvet feathers
Cupid's sweet kisses
Heaven comes after death
© LadyRavenhill 2018
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