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Varsha Manohar Aug 2019

It's about a random pumpkin seed that I threw into a ***..
The plant started growing when the Spring started and now it's almost Winter and you know what would happen to the plant.

As I watched it grow and realized the winter is coming..
I let my thoughts flow on a piece of paper. Please do read and give me a feedback.

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I tossed you in, so negligently, to the muddy soil
Very little did I sense that you were a seed..
..of faith and hope, of love and trust!

And on one gloomy morning, I saw a green sprout.
Oh it was you!
You brightened my day with cheer and hope!
I laid my eyes on your tenderly grown leaves.
So delightful it was to watch them flapping gently in the breeze.

You drove your way up the ***** pile of mud..
proved your strength with your smooth, delicate bud.
As you slowly kept springing up into the air,
you left me fascinated, about your worth and power!

When those extremely sunny days almost knocked you off.
I still remember how you fought the heat, kept your calm..
..and watched you steadily grow up tough and strong.
You endured the pain and yet looked green!

Many days later..
I saw graceful yellow blossoms,
between enormously grown green leaves..
Treat to my eyes!
What could be more sweet(-er than that)!

Serene through the day,
serene through the light,
serene through the dusk, dawn and night!
As the seasons pass by and the winter takes over,
I will keep in mind what I learnt from you forever..
..and I HOPE to see you again next Summer!

*NOT the END**
Never lose hope. Never give up.
Peasant The Poet Aug 2019
Dark to dawn
ink blue bleed.
Spilling sky
morning seed.
Greedily growing
a clockwork ****.
Smothering slumber
with stealthy speed.
Crown Shyness Sep 2019
Flowers have eyes
And they blink up at me
The trees have eyes
So many it's scary
The animals have eyes
More than just two
We have eyes
More than just a few
"Eyes; they can see everything, even if we can't see them."
Leafy limbs dangle
Lazily. Melancholy
Resides in the name
Noah Rein Aug 2019
I guess I’m like a houseplant
I’m fun for a while
But if you forget about me
I wither and die

I’m dependent on you
And the attention you give me
I’d love to be a wild plant
In a garden, beautiful and free

I’m not as social as the plants outside
I only have the ones I’ve met through you
I spend my days looking out the window
Sometimes seeing you return with someone new

I’m not very popular with the other plants
My leaves are yellowing and my dirt is dry
I’m left in the corner of your windowsill
To slowly be forgotten without knowing why
MisfitOfSociety Aug 2019
Peal back the crust built over my eye.
Spread it open, let it adjust to the light. Let it see the world all anew.

I dance in starlight. Moving to the sound of the whistling trees.
I feel every blade of grass touching me.
I smell all the flowers reaching up to me.
I taste the fruit bared by the plant for me.
I gaze upon its infinite beauty.

I move in sequence to the change of the weather. I don’t try and alter it, but rather change with it.
Born in autumn, born again in winter, born again in spring, born again in summer.
Jay Aug 2019
A little flower,
Sproutin' up in the sun again,
She never thought that she'd make it this far,
But today won't be the end.

The clovers rally around her,
They cheer her on and bring her luck,
She grows tall in the warming sun,
Cause she's anything but stuck.

But as the Winter blows over her
And her petals grow so cold,
Time is slowing down for her,
And she keeps on getting old.

The ice has kept her down and out,
But her story won't end here,
It's a waiting game for Earth to play,
That changes year to year
smol plant
Sophia Jul 2019
I know the flowers are alive
because I have witnessed them gossiping.

They only do it when they think
no one is watching.
The truth is that
they are never alone.

Like praying monks,
they bow their heads to the ground
and whisper about
the sunflower’s exceeding tallness
and the rose’s self-adoration.

I think, if even the flowers
look down
when speaking their minds,
what hope do we have?
Flint Holcomb Jul 2019
the rain beats against the window;
a nice calming melody plays
i watch the morning sun
refract off the drops of water
and turn into a rainbow

oh, to be like the rain
and receive the sun's flame,
combined we would make
the most beautiful rainbow
and the world would see our love

but instead, i am like the earth
basking in the sun's light;
feeling their warmth
but unable to create something so beautiful
as the rainbow they make with the rain

so i will sit here beside the window,
watching the rain fall with a sigh
and when i have collected myself
i will go back to my cozy bed
and think about my plants
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