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TangerineBlu3 Aug 30
we could laugh in the sun and dance in the rain~
though you exist worlds & stars away.

~its alright.

i still breathe, if not your name-

still awaken at night & dream at day.

i still live for my wonder & die with my heart, all or naught, wild & untamed-
just-
not for your sake.
ill settle for wind chimes & wildflowers & me
Sally A Bayan May 18
☘️☘️☘️

It's wonderful to be
a freshly blooming rose,
seen by everyone's eyes
given special names,
and compared with other
grown blooms.

But...

I'd rather be free from
everyone's attention,
i prefer to grow, to bloom
without much effort,
to sprout amongst the grass,
on some random garden spots,
to persist to exist, to breathe
even among crevices.

I'd rather be a wildflower
unannounced, unmaintained
yet, beautifully unique,
and with much freedom.

Upon me, others may tread,
but, i don't die easily,
i persevere, and then
in due time, i rise again.


sally b

© Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
MAY 16, 2024
Maria Mitea Apr 2023
i know you have been dreaming,
i won't disturb your sleep,
we've always been together as if we have one birth one breath,
wildflowers,
wildflowers,
we've always  been together at sunrise and sunset,
we never missed one day one night,
and now,
my darling,
and here,  my dear,  the time arrived and i will kiss you,
and i will give  you a goodbye kiss
as wildflowers have no spare ideas,  and don't care where they grow,
and don't care where they dry
and die,
and they will always be there, somewhere, there, out, like love,
in between the clouds and the stones,
in between the drops of rain and drops of hearts
tangled in the grass, thank god we don't have to cry,
and if we do
there is no need to hide our tears and be the subject of madness
as we can grow anywhere, anyhow, as wildflowers do,
in the soil or sand, in the rain and sunshine,
in the storm,
on the mountains,  and watch the eagles fly and dance,
and watch the eagles as they vanish behind the clouds,
behind the sky
Kora Sani Nov 2021
i always felt
like i was lost
in a field of wildflowers
-
-
i could be plucked out
at any time
and things would still remain
beautiful
havenx Mar 2021
t's fall out here now.

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a haven it was once                                                             ­                     

now a mourning ground.

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For you this year                                                             ­                                           

wildflowers I leave

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The sky under which I walk

the memories you left with me

all bear down on me

inside and out.

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I can hear you laughing.

the sound carries

through the cold air.

Serene and sure.

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Leaves crunch under my bare feet.

I can feel them.

They keep me here

Even when all other reason fails

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I cannot walk into your tomb.

My feet refuse to move

an inch beyond that pretty wood.

So I stand at our door listening

to that soul trapped inside.

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A warm voice crooning

some long forgotten song

a myriad of sounds and images

buried behind that door

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The sky under which I walk

the memories you left with me

all bear down on me

inside and out.



- havenx
Grace Jan 2021
I've spent
years of tears
and now I'm broke.
But, my darling,
it's not worth so much
if it cost you all that anyway.
Tears are so crucial and this poem isn't saying they aren't. It's just, you deserve something more if you're at cause to cry tears of pain all the time... at least with what I know.
Seán Mac Falls Jul 2020
(Sonnet)

Poppies, wild in a quarry,
Orange, brighter than sun,
Thrusting thoroughly gravel,
Bold as soul crossing sticks
Into ****** pagan heydays,
A crop of colours branding
The loose stipend of stones,
One windy trail-flare shock,
A bulwark of stars, so laden
On landed, maiden shores,
The first batillion breaking,
By mighty petal, prim hands
Fiercly alive atop the lifeless,
Gravely low, defeated soot.
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