Jumping into puddles
And jumping into love
Both leave me so muddled
And I just can’t get enough
But mud belongs in puddles
And flower petals fall
This “he loves me, he loves me not”
Will surely end it all
That love which once made me feel comely like a petal.
Is now the same love , bruising me with its thorns.
I eat a petal off the flower
Of the flower of your love
But otherwise forgettable
This aint ab you charlotte i promise
In a world of uncertainty
here lies a prayer.
An earnest one at night
with her hands clasped together before her lips,
a wishful thinking by day;
a talk to evangeline,
a whisper to the gust.
You are my dandelion,
You are every petal of it.
To my love, my dandelion.
Our love is the flower
Which blooms on the unknown mountain.
Our love is beautiful.
Never picked and displayed in the imperior's palace,
Never put down to the soldier's grave.
Our love is swinging in the wind.
Our love is opening the petals to the sun.
Our love is always glad if it rains.
Our love never fade in the imperior's vase,
Our love never wither on the lonely grave.
Our love will give seeds
Our love is the flower,
I bask in the glory
Radiated from the sun
The heat works to encompass me
In its loving embrace
Shining over the earth
Dropping and raising petals
Never ceasing to exist
There were gods named after her, after all.
i dont know what im doing?????? im tired but i haven't posted here in a while
the sun is good, the sun is gREAAAAAAAT,,,,
A women's trust is similar to a flower.
Her very soft heart is like petals,
If you break it, she will lose her trust in you,
and just as you can't put a flowers petal back,
you can never get her to trust you.
Pearls of rain kissed each petal
Of pink, yellow and green
As the rabbit scurried to find refuge
Under the old birch tree
The branches mingled playfully
To support each other under
A sky of gray mixed clouds
The howling echo of the wind
the house, announcing
the arrival of the scowling storm
adding a sense of urgency
to fasten all the windows shut.
Trails of papers scattered on
the floor as the air stormed through
the entrance of the study
and the scent of jasmine
from the neighbouring yard
filled the empty spaces.
The cat curled up on the sofa
As birdy remained quiet
And found comfort at the
bottom of its cage; feasting
on seeds that had tumbled
to the ground floor of its castle.
We smiled as the awareness
Of our heightened state
Revealing the contrast
Between the brewing storm
And the peace that flowed
Through our hearts …
For every breath you take
A flower blooms
In the day it opens its petals
At night it's blessed by the moon
Trapped by its stem
Longs for a bee
True beauty comes not in the color of a flower
But its desire to be seen
Haven't written a poem like this before. Unprivated this, i kinda hated it, but i guess it held some worth
I crave a dance
Not a hug,
Not a kiss or a delicate touch
But a dance
A red dress and a gentleman to take my hand
On a shinning dancefloor
On a trip outside the dimensions of this world
Where flying needs no wings
Where music feels like the gentle wind
I'd swirl and swirl
With my red dress flowing like the petals of a rose
Carried by the swift breeze
Till it come back
I never danced with a man, ever