#orchids poems on Hello Poetry

N Mar 2020

5:05 PM

I’m feverishly lonesome,
and my wounded soul
is yearning for its doom

When I leave,
will the orchids in
my room still bloom?

#suicidal #lonesome #orchids #death #doom #burdened #bpd #fever #wounded #suicide

N Nov 2019

Orchids Not Death

There used to be butterflies
living inside my chest,

but they turned into bats
when it got dark

The bats fed on my blood,
and my chest was their cave

There used to be orchids
blooming,
flourishing,
above my ears and to my short hair

But now I am dead,
the weeping orchid bled

As it withered upon my grave,
and emitted the scent of death and I

Its decayed petals dropped,
like blood from cut veins

The corpse flower,
scentless bloom of death belongs

I want orchids not death

#suicide #orchids #death #depression #tw #hopeless #bpd

Astrid Love Aug 2019

For my Thoughtful Rose

Roses are red,

Violets are blue,

Your study is thoughtful,

And so are you.

Orchids are white,

Ghost ones are rare,

Mirrors are shiny,

And so is your hair.

Magnolia grows,

With buds like eggs,

My run is long,

And so are your legs.

Sunflowers reach,

Up to the skies,

Sunlight is dazzling,

And so are your eyes.

Foxgloves in hedges,

Surround the farms,

My place is warm,

And so are your arms.

Daisies are pretty,

Daffodils have style,

Your effect is dazzling,

And so is your smile.

A Rose is beautiful,

Just like you.

Comment Freely. Be Nice

#roses #hope #orchids

Basil Watkins Jul 2019

BEE ORCHID

Hello boy bee,
I'm look so sexyyy,
I smell so sexyyy:-
GOTCHA.
I'm an orchid.
I'm doing ***.
You're so stupid,
Visit another one
Of me.

#wildlife #insects #wildflowers #orchids

Toxic yeti Mar 2019

Wildflowers

Don’t judge a
Wildflower
Because it
Is in a field
It might be a rare
Orchid.

#orchids #flowers #nature #poetry #poems #poem

stranger Nov 2018

boi's sad

I am watching the grass grow
He said as his eyes turn yellow.
Fog and rain levitate around
Twirling and singing with no sound.
He shuts them up
Liquid thunder
I can't fall in the gap
Being able to breathe never seemed harder.
But crimson orchids grow out of desperation
Spreading their roots over hopes and dreams
In a game of decapitation
The headless boy wins.
And he dances on silent waters
Surrounded by velvet curtains
Broken everywhere by every flower
That told him love hurts.
But water still flows
And my orchids still grow
The liquid thunder stays in
And surrenders to the storm within.

#orchids #synesthesia #warmth #rain #hate #love