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arCamm Feb 23
aged with wisdom & culture
forever symbolic of love
my gentle leaf has fallen

- a.r. Camm
R.I.P. Obaachan
Iris Worrall Jan 9
it’s fall now and the trees are becoming bare
and though i know i should live in the present
i can’t help but wish for spring

when i was a child i used to think
that the cherry blossom outside my window
would don a pretty pink dress when winter bled to spring

i’d call her vain but i’d still admire her
she paved the grass with soft pink flowers and tapped
at my window when wind visited in the night

we’ve moved to a different house now and
there aren’t any cherry blossom trees to look at anymore
i wonder what she thinks of the new residents

i hope they call her beautiful
even though her ego is large enough as it is
she needs reassurance every now and then

i hope they find the perfect niche that i did
a little place between her branches
where they can sit and stroke her arms

she’s no longer a part of my life
i’ll find another one to praise
(though none will be as perfect as her)
sarah crouse Jul 2020
Standing tall on the highest mountain
surrounded by clouds and the most beautiful fountains.
Against all odds, the tree grew on the toughest rock
up in the sky with the highest-flying hawk.

The cherry blossom reached for the sky.
The cherry blossom wanted to fly
to see the world from up high
to see that last as it dies.

The cherry blossom reached its goal
but all too soon it lost control.
it wanted to see it all
even if it meant it'll fall

The cherry blossom reached and reached
while its trunk screeched and people preached
"trees aren't flexible," they cried
yet still, the cherry blossom tried

the cherry blossom soon adapted
for it never ever got distracted
its trunk had bent and curled
and soon it could see the world.
Alek Mielnikow Dec 2019
I’ve never felt so tranquil
while so numb.

It’s like leaving while
staying still, a calm
pulse in nothing,
music without a sound,
*** without a body.

It’s an erasure of strides
in snow and slush,
a dissolving act,
the cackle of a
wholesome child.

Pure and imperfect.

I am drifting downstream,
riding the cherry blossoms.

And I’m not stopping this time,
I’m not checking out,
waking up or falling asleep.

The stars will kiss me and I
will drink their light.

I am no longer afraid.

by Aleksander Mielnikow | Alek the Poet
For those celebrating today, rock on! But you may not be in the same spirit. New Year’s Eve might leave you wanting and feeling empty. You’ll enjoy the party and lift the toast, but someone close may notice how sad your eyes are when you let your guard down. Something about this transitional holiday hurts deep in your gut, similar to your birthday. All I will say is that you’re not alone; I am just like you. And I’m lifting my toast to you, hoping you find a lesson in your struggle, maybe something about understanding yourself better. And I hope that by tomorrow you’re looking neither ahead nor behind but being right now.

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Enas Sep 2019
Her aurora voice, her sunlight soul;
like rays, she walks on different colours and breaks into million dancing pieces.

Her scent of light, her cherry blossom lips,
ivy in her veins, lilies on her skin
and a lotus blooming in her heart;
for a petal she drifts.

Luminous, she shines against all light.
Is she a friend, a lover or a stranger?
She only greets my soul by breathing.
She’ll release me, she’ll save me!
Samtoy Sep 2019
You are the cherry blossom
And I am the land
Each time that you fall
I'll catch you with my hand
I'll always be there for the one I love
And I'll catch her whenever she fall
She's given to me by God from above
Her love i will forever hold
Eloisa Apr 2019
Your kisses felt as soft as the cherry blossoms,
as sweet as the smell of the grass and the woods,
as warm as the sunshine in April,
Yes, I truly love you and the beauty of spring!
~I miss you!
Eloisa Apr 2019
A quick change of weather brought me to stare outside the window
Standing near the porch, I was then surprised to see snow falling
Almost a month when cherry blossoms began to say hello
Here comes a chilling wind and a surprise snowfall in spring
Hearing its sound, a thread of sad memories began to flow
This pushed me back to the hour of pain, strain,  and self-blaming
Worried about the blossoms and  pretty wild flowers in the meadow,
I looked around and saw green grass and birds happily chirping
Oh! the woods smell sweet, snow becomes rains and the little stream flows
And everywhere I turn around, I see hope in everything
Plus who among us would not care, cherish and will not go
To admire a lovely tree where blossoms are hung with snow in spring
~A snowy day in spring!
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