#bloomed
Like a rose I bloomed
Like an Echinopsis
I was gone in a day
Too weak to stay
Sep 17, 2019
Sep 17, 2019 at 4:37 PM UTC
It was a beautiful moment
Of dissatisfaction.
One where she realized
Complacency
Does not equate
With serenity.
That stagnancy
Does not yield joy.
So she moved,
Not only her feet.
She moved mountains.
The earth quaked beneath her,
And flowers bloomed
In every crack.
And this,
She thought,
THIS is how it feels
To be alive
Nov 8, 2018
Nov 8, 2018 at 1:24 PM UTC
Should I?
never talk to you anymore
tell my day to you as usual
run, just to see your face
and watch your smile..
I think I won't
I feel flowers are not bloomed again
as I see now in your eyes
cause it was changed
different..
Nov 6, 2017
Nov 6, 2017 at 10:19 AM UTC
to me love is like a rose garden
you walk down each row
admiring the individuality of each
every rose is beautiful
like love
they say not to pick the roses
what is everyone picked them
meant to be admired not touched
i am guilty of picking the roses
they sit in a vase in my room
i seem to pick the roses that remind me much of myself
usually delicate and light
not classic
yellow
light pink
you used to give me light pink
you knew who i was
delegate
not fulled bloomed
but exotic and beautiful
love is a rose garden
i want my own.
Oct 14, 2017
Oct 14, 2017 at 5:10 PM UTC
*"Beauty bloomed once upon a summer's night,
only to wither on the coming of winter's bite."
© By Amanda D Shelton*
Apr 26, 2017
Apr 26, 2017 at 3:29 PM UTC
To my bloomed beauty,
we wilted in the winter
but we won’t wither.
© Matthew Harlovic
Feb 9, 2016
Feb 9, 2016 at 12:41 PM UTC