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Angela K Aug 2017
It must be the prettiest lilies
that grow out of mud
to float above
That spread
In the tender hands
Of Mother Earth

Or is their beauty
only noticed
because of the dirt
that surrounds them
the endless dark waters
the dead that feeds them
the tragedy that attempted to bury them
but they use to carry them

Or maybe, their beauty
Is only noticed
because despite their strength
they're touch is still soft
white
amongst the sweet reeds.

Or maybe their beauty comes from lack of definition
Just simply yet in so much complexity
Existing
Breathing, quietly
screaming
"life"
Letter to my ex's ex
Amanda Kay Hill Jan 2017
Oh lilly pop you
Taste so good
Lilly pop
Lilly pop
Oh Lilly pop you
have a lot of colors
In a circle Lilly pop
I enjoy eating you
Lilly pop
©  Amanda Kay Hill
1/3/17
Poetic T May 2016
Drowning in thought
                   her ideas did
                          swim beneath lily pads
Devin Lawrence Apr 2016
Some people want a legacy
like the lion:
its roar is loud and rich in pride.

I want a legacy like the lilacs gracing her neck:
soaked in desire,
and laced with something unmistakable.
Puns and poetry
Nathan Horkstrom Dec 2015
I awoke in a dream with your fragrance lingering from the night before,
what a night we had, spending the night in each others arms and each others hearts.
Listening to one another say why we love the other,
Looking so deep into each others eyes that we struggle to squeeze out words to express our utter enjoyment.
Why couldn't this have been real, all my imagination.
Just sleep walking
My past partner wrote this for me years ago.
KathleenAMaloney Nov 2015
Paper White
That's What My Mother called it..
The others call it Narcissus.. And me
Why I call it  them, and them they..
The very Name they gave themselves
WE!!!  
Lilies of the Field!.
Gathered together like the Bright smile of a Looking Up Moment
Perfect Harmony!
Each One Born for the Symphony!!
Genetically PERFECT, Each ONE
A child's offering to its beloved Mother.. EARTH
Grown into maturity, it calls another
And it's then that the Bee shows Up
A real surprise of Satisfaction,
And Yet it Is. Satisfaction Guaranteed!
Rumors of aromatically scented Flesh, Confirmed..
Love filled Pleasure .. Carried Away by an Angel!
Shared Now....... AaaaaaMen!
And So It Is.
Drake Brayer Oct 2014
Soft as silver and just as bright,
the waters glowed briefly but brightly in the night
A lone child sat by the river,
body pressed still, barely suppressing a shiver.
Clothing too thin on a body too frail,
cold winds and winter tidings turned his skin ghastly pale.
The waters flew gently on a bird's hidden wing
- flying downstream as moonlight off the surface would sing.
Silent and unbidden save for the gentle flow of the spring,
The dark forest a mystery, foreshadowing a tomb.
The lily still, was the only thing left in bloom.
Amid a forest of bare trees and darkness, it stood a lone sentinel against the gloom
Delicately nestled in a thicket of thorns.
It stood alone against winter's arsenal of storms.
Something I wrote along time ago.

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