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Corrinne Shadow May 2020
Right now, if you're feeling devoured by pain,
Remember that there was a drop of rain.
And because of this rain, a flower grows
And because of that flower, a girl's smile glows.
And because of that smile, a kiss is shared.
And because of that kiss, a bond is repaired.
And because of that bond, a new life comes to be.
And because of that life, this poem you see.
Because of this poem, I hope you feel warm
And know that I'm so very glad you were born.
In fact, I would love to come hug you, my Dear.
Please know that I'm so very glad that you're here. 💖
Today was a really good day. First good day in a long, long time. I hope you are well, and I wish you a wonderful day too. <3
Mitch Prax May 2020
There's still
a part of me in London-
I left it in my dingy block
on Deptford High Street.
Another part of me still
remains in St James Park,
somewhere in the flowers
and another somewhere in
the markets of Camden Town.
I don't think it'll ever leave.
MP Martinez May 2020
moon teardrops falling
casting cloud shadows above
the snow weeps tonight
Erian Rose May 2020
He'd give her the constellations
bound amid every flower
to hold her close
Liz May 2020
Getting goose bumps at the brush of new
leaves gushing together on a warm wind.
The soft crunch of grass underfoot
Like the pad of foot on snow.
A mustard brown duck waddles towards me, his comrade in tow,
over daisies snow dropped on grass.
moss May 2020
the orchid's leaves are dry and crumbled
like a page who's margins are torched
it's reaching stem has now been humbled
to a brittle twig, it's life scorched

for a time, it was forgotten
refound, but beyond salvation
its roots becoming rotten
doomed to damnation

...

a girl cries on the kitchen floor
clutching the *** to her teary cheek
mind plagued by the sickly gore
she's too distressed to even speak

the tab of paper placed on her tongue
opened her eyes to the life that's lost
her emotions unhinged and free to run
the chemicals revealing the true cost

...

the orchid, wilted, a symbol for love
she's thrown away and betrayed
but too painful to be let go of
and too broken to have stayed

he gifted it to her in their last moment
of a devastating goodbye
she needs to reconcile- the flower is gone
but she isn't ready for it to die
there's no such thing as a bad trip; only harder ones.
Naveen Kumar May 2020
Leave the stars be flying,
by seeing your beauty,
they will be dying to stark.

Leave the bees wandering fruitless,
if they witness your sweetness,
they will be wondering thoughtless.

You are a flower dipped in dew.
He who made honeydew,
must have mad you.
Would love to read your thoughts below. :)
Bei Aguilar May 2020
I wonder how flowers bloom beautifully
Without someone taking care of it.

I think and think.

It startled me
That I never thought
Of the sun,
The rain,
Even the bees and the butterflies
Or the plants beside it.


And so I tell myself:
There are more people that can help
Bring out the best in you.
It may not be someone you expected it to be;

Hopefully,
Someone will give you
Light,
Health,
As well as richness.

Little flower,
Learn from the drought and the flood.
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