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Astrid Love Aug 2019
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.
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Basil Watkins Jul 2019
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.
Toxic yeti Mar 2019
Don’t judge a
Wildflower
Because it
Is in a field
It might be a rare
Orchid.
stranger Nov 2018
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.
wyle tan Mar 2018
After slight rain
Around my garden I stroll

Unexpected wild white orchids grow
I pause
Imbibe ****** fragrance
Before it's gone

Beauty often dress in surprise
By Wyle at Clementi Singapore , 4 March 2018, afternoon.
Angela Rose Nov 2017
Most days she does not remember what day of the week it is or what time it is
But she always remembers how much I love her
Sometimes she calls me by the wrong name and can’t get her words right
But she always remembers to tell me how beautiful I look today
Most days she cannot form a full thought or complete a full action
But she always remembers she wants her tea with honey and lavender is her favorite scent
A lot of days she asks me the same question 17 times and gets the same answer each time
But she always remembers to tell me how much she loves me
You see Alzheimer’s is tricky and it toys with her head
But she always remains a beautiful soul with a heart full of gladness and an undying love for orchids
Arnauld Jarvis Jun 2017
Life seems to be a divergent efflorescence of orchids
Orchestrated and resembling a defiant symphony's iridescent who
Ignites incognito a mood, a mood which perscrutates for a delinquent doom
Vivid monotony, so stupid...
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