#bouquet
When your sighs
Has become roses
Our love shall be
A bouquet of heavenly stars
That ease our sorrows
For the exquisite and giddy flowers
Of sweeter tomorrows
Reynaldo Casison
Mar 8, 2025
Mar 8, 2025 at 7:40 AM UTC
I turned out the lights in my room.
I tightly pulled the curtains.
Your wilted bouquet is on the table.
Its dropping petals are so uncertain.
I’m not waiting for you anymore.
I closed my doors firmly.
If you call me, I won't sadly come.
It didn't work out. I'm lonely.
I'll make black coffee without milk.
I'll be up the whole night.
Now I have to find myself.
I said "Goodbye" to you last night.
Feb 28, 2025
Feb 28, 2025 at 4:28 PM UTC
Seeing the soft red silk
White green yellow hues
The arrangement
It touched my heart
I nearly cried
I never saw anything this beautiful
And spoke so elegantly
Except you
Dec 11, 2023
Dec 11, 2023 at 1:04 PM UTC
A parcel of life
wrapped in a red bow
lifted by the good
and left in our hands
how do you handle
the unwieldy gift?
And is it to be
opened where you stand?
Miracles will come
most unexpected
always unknown and
loved in their splendor
So how should i feel
when you hand me this?
A bouquet for one
naming me center
of your world
Apr 8, 2022
Apr 8, 2022 at 8:02 PM UTC
I sent you a bouquet of words,
But you wanted flowers.
I promise they will outgrow any bud,
Into the tallest of towers.
Jan 28, 2021
Jan 28, 2021 at 5:11 AM UTC
Take it,
Or leave it.
It's your choice,
Be wise.
Sep 20, 2020
Sep 20, 2020 at 12:45 PM UTC
love is a bouquet
filled with the bloom's embrace
of scented flowers
Sep 18, 2020
Sep 18, 2020 at 8:34 PM UTC
be not content with one flower of truth—gather ever truth’s bouquet
© 2020 Mark Toney. All rights reserved.
Aug 17, 2020
Aug 17, 2020 at 1:41 AM UTC
I chiseled out your initials
Into rose petals
And heads of dainty daisies
Filter memories
Into the smooth curve
Of marbles, clinking
Into the bottom
Of the vase, rearrange
The vowels of your name
Into the most beautiful bouquet
And I find myself humming
To the thought of your smile
And it is quite darling
Jul 26, 2020
Jul 26, 2020 at 5:12 PM UTC
Looking at you, ten minutes or more
As you did look, let out vacant stares.
I tried not much, just stood my ground
In such intricacies, love; I disappeared
How elegant you seem, without trying
Too much; the red in lips, awestruck !
The hair in a bun, in an all perfect black
Apparition of your being, it is flawless.
Dear, I am smitten in such hues you don
The reds and blacks and whites and on,
The due in dots, and cells eloping out.
Imagery adding _ layers to your form
Who then, be, creator to your frame ?
A bold tryst in stolid magnificence !
Who then, birthed such countenance,
In contemplation, I just wither away.
For a moment now, for a moment till
Let me just bask, let my soul fill_
And in beauty, won't it, I consume.
Refuel my heart, for the dry dunes.
Let me just stare, as you do stare
In art that brings you, alive_ today.
Let me just stand, deep in thought
And offer you a thoughtful bouquet.
May 22, 2020
May 22, 2020 at 5:49 PM UTC
They say love is a toxic bouquet,
A beautiful gift hides its decay.
Give them a slice of your heart,
They become sickened and die.
Love tears us apart,
Love bleeds us dry.
To lose all we cherish,
All great things perish.
Suffer for your precious display,
Squandered in hopeless dismay,
Selfish love is a toxic bouquet.
They say love is a toxic bouquet,
A beautiful gift hides its decay.
The petals leave a dark residue,
The remedy is so long overdue.
Loud feelings are slow to action,
Love takes but does not ration.
Once lovely, now out of fashion,
A rolling trend of passing passion.
Suffer for your precious display,
Squandered in hopeless dismay,
Selfish love is a toxic bouquet.
They say love is a toxic bouquet,
A beautiful gift hides its decay.
You don’t know the pain you cause,
The grief will put your life on pause.
Sweet nectar is toxic to swallow,
Love leaves the widows to wallow,
Love leads the sinners to sorrow,
A trail of ruin is hard to follow.
Feb 27, 2020
Feb 27, 2020 at 5:53 PM UTC
She pulls me out of town with a bouquet of lilies
holding me tight, but soft, she talks about valleys of freedom.
She begs me to visit a country full of angel statues.
She's so confusing but sweet somehow.
The way she talks about revolution makes you want to burn bridges
and you know you would do it if She let your hand.
You would have fight bats and demons
but she just couldn't stop keeping you in touch.
She's talking and talking and talking,
you're not tired.
You're trying to compliment her through your laugh.
She doesn't let you speak.
Then she speaks out about how good you are,
how proud your children will be.
You can't help but dream of a life with her.
She looks in the sky and smile.
She stops in front of a river.
The water is so clean.
Birds are dancing above it
making love to your dreams.
Now it's the time to tell her how you love it when she sleeps,
how you're drowning for a kiss,
how you would do anything to make her yours to be.
She sees deep into your eyes.
She gets so quiet.
You're about to hug her
tell her you're not comfortable with her silence;
she left your hand.
Whispering, she tells you she's dying.
Her calm tone doesn't change a bit.
You, you realize that the sun burns.
She monologues that it was burning for so long.
I'm standing here looking for the joke.
She begs me to take care of her dog.
You're afraid to tell the little one, that mama's not coming home.
She demands only lilies in her grave,
white lilies of hope,
the opposite
of her black soul.
The river is so ***** and dull.
The storm that came within killed the nightingales,
destroyed nature's melodies,
rocks and branches like spears bloked the flow of the water
demanding for pure blood.
Wolves stand all around the river
crying their lives out,
the trees in the area scream and shout.
Someone could said they're enjoying the chaos.
The lilies fell from her tiny hands.
Silence.
Jun 13, 2019
Jun 13, 2019 at 1:58 PM UTC
If you need someone to hold you together let me be the vase to your beautiful bouquet
Jun 8, 2019
Jun 8, 2019 at 6:31 PM UTC
The flowers I planted
Bloomed everywhere in the fancy
My veins filling with nectar
Eyes capturing alluring views
Thorns embracing all the blues
The paper smelling fresh roses
As I jot the proses
Are they only roses?
Or a wonderland enclosed in a bouquet
May 7, 2019
May 7, 2019 at 11:58 AM UTC
I want to press your kisses between the pages of a book
Like dried flowers from a June day
Your lips flutter over my cheeks, my nose
the throbbing valley of my throat
And I'm convinced you must be a hummingbird
Each kiss feels like a bouquet
You must have drank from the foxglove and yarrow before you
flew to me
Your heart stutters under my palm
Throbbing fast and full of sweetness
Tell me
Do you understand how delightful you are?
Come
Drink the sugar water from my garden
The cottage is always a little sunnier with you around.
Apr 20, 2019
Apr 20, 2019 at 10:40 PM UTC
here we find a girl reversed -
a girl who comes alive at night
and is afraid of the lonely day
"you need to sleep," they'll say
"i need to rest," she'll say
and they won't understand the difference.
here we find a girl inside-out -
a girl who can handle the whole world
but is terrified of handling herself
her mind her worst enemy
her people her safe haven
and she'll forever be searching for a home that isn't haunted by her own reflection.
here we find the girl
the open ended question
the heart with the vacancy sign in neon
the bouquet of optimism put out for everyone to see
here we found the girl
and here we lost her
right here, i think
Nov 24, 2018
Nov 24, 2018 at 2:46 PM UTC
Stood in the doorway,
a delivery guy.
A warm buttery mirage,
reflects in my eye.
A yellow bouquet,
this girls favourite treat.
So lovely, it's beauty knocks
me off my feet.
A spray in the background
of lilac, well matched.
A card with a ribbon and
message attached.
I lift it to read it,
what does it say?
To Sara, Happy Birthday
and have a great day.
Poetry by Kaydee.
Sep 11, 2018
Sep 11, 2018 at 9:41 PM UTC
I cut off my hand
to put in a bouquet
that you didn’t keep
Sep 10, 2018
Sep 10, 2018 at 11:00 AM UTC
Every corner
every nook is full.
Bouquets of stars
flower over the Moon!
Lo, unleashing every
bit of the inky night
the sleeping beauty
to wake soon!
Go to the nth degree
when everything is full
look for somewhere new!
It's a full circle, full-blown
but a ceaseless moving world
to one more new angle!
Aug 10, 2018
Aug 10, 2018 at 4:37 PM UTC
The Dower Flower©
It is a misty summer day, the morning rain
providing a sheen on the sidewalks
the temperature warm with the touch of a coolness
My eyes are drawn to a neatly
manicured bush with a bouquet of flowers
freshly awoken from their protective buds
I stand in awe of their beauty and the magnificence
they hold, the expression of vibrancy in their colors
The tenderness they exude softly swaying in the gentle breeze
My walk continues and our paths cross as they have many a time
She is tallish, young with usually longer blonde hair
Most would call her attractive and good looking, even statuesque
I often imagine her to be a model given the varied times of the day
that our paths have interwoven and her stylish and fashionable attire, yet in the midst of the mystique something feels asunder
There is an aloofness, a sense of unhappiness,
never a smile or a warm glow on her face
in its place I feel sadness maybe lonesomeness
My conjecture leads me to ponder and surmise
how someone so young can be so dower
she is the other flower, the dower flower
There is beauty but it is locked up inside
one day my hope is that her bud too will blossom
and she will become the flower she is meant to be
Andreas Simic©
Oct 9, 2017
Oct 9, 2017 at 8:10 PM UTC
Too much
death
sorrow
grief
friends
family
loved ones
plucked from life
like lily or rose
gone in an instant
petals of memories strewn
as we look back
on life's path
all is surreal
in those times
let us turn
to those
not yet chosen
for death's bouquet
let us strengthen each other
struggle together
to find
a core of peace
deep inside
may we love more profoundly
accept life more fully
be more conscious of those
remaining
Perhaps even say
the things we wish
we had
to those who left.
Apr 26, 2017
Apr 26, 2017 at 8:50 PM UTC