#carnations
And during these dark, empty nights,
I find myself colder than the floor of my room.
When the morning wind caresses my naked legs,
The warmth of the blanket, an armor pierced through.
My soul, once a kingdom of carnations,
Is now empty, drought has left it barren.
And yet, there was a time
When we both wandered
Through fields of red carnations.
Sep 30, 2025
Sep 30, 2025 at 8:31 PM UTC
A woman stands with her dearest flame
as he looks towards a view of deeper high seas
with his eyes brightening in their pale blue colors
while the pearly foam touches their feet,
pairs of hands touch one another in a silent coveting
for an hour of rest to last till they never part in their
heavenly altar, indeed, chords may toll for an opera of
the cosmos, although he still meets her sight
with his fervor in rise as carnations in waking gleam in
slower motion whilst their gardens of tenderness
come alive amongst the wastelands in a way that
is potently lucid and enchanting.
May 1, 2025
May 1, 2025 at 4:09 PM UTC
I loved the poem that you gave me,
Dear beloved, for Valentine's Day
Oh! My goodness, that was ****
That was hot, romantic and gay.
I loved the poem that you sent me,
To express your deepest feelings.
I also loved the flowers and the rings,
That you gave me for eternity.
I never knew that you were a Poet.
You shocked me with your lovely words.
You made me happy; it was like we just met.
Love can externalize exceptional emotions,
And expressions that are as sharp as deadly swords.
I also loved the kisses, the candies and the carnations.
Copyright © February 10, 2016, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
Feb 13, 2025
Feb 13, 2025 at 12:57 AM UTC
The gentle
creature was
lost in her
thoughts,
like clouds
on a starry
night, where
all the galaxies
shined for her,
the special
one who’s
light was
the brightest,
when she
cried, the
songs of
angels
healed her,
whenever
she felt
so alone,
their white
wings dress
her short
hair in
flowers of
carnations
and roses,
even though,
her beauty
was created
to be greater
than those
petals, for
they came
from her,
unaware
of how
radiant
she was,
In tears
she stayed,
until one
day, a bird
came by her
windowsill,
and sang
to her,
“you, the
fairest and
most delicate
one, came
to world
with your
wings of
white,
with the
purest
symphony
wrapped
safely in
the locket
of your
heart,
with time,
the darkness
of man haunted
your existence,
fear not, your
song will live
on forever
and more,
healing the
ones who
seek refuge
in love,
I shall fly
above,
though I
will never
be far, for
you are with
me everywhere
I soar, you are
the waves
of deeper
rising clouds,
where your
song returns
to your
embrace”,
she asks
the bird,
“will the song
heal their
suffering?”
the bird
replies,
“they shall
hear you
once they
awaken,
when the
time will
come,
when your
radiance
will be
revealed,
the flower
of you
will bloom
gardens
in their
chests”,
she then
replies
to the bird,
“as love
would
do”, the
room
fell in
silence
as the
trees,
in gentle
music, had
danced
with the
night wind,
the bird
then took
flight,
and she
heard these
words being
sung “you
have spoken
the truth, and
wisdom
shall light
your path
wherever
you may
sojourn,
my flower,
rise, and
guide the
dreamers!
Dec 2, 2019
Dec 2, 2019 at 10:22 AM UTC
I am back from work darling,
My wife looks happy today,
Something I am missing,
What say......
Today's a great day.
Here,love some pink and red roses,
With some hugs and kisses,
And some tulips too,
To say I love you.
Oh!Mama is here,
For you some pink and white carnations,
Before I forget to mention,
I got them on sale,
Your coat you asked for you will get by mail.
I love both my women,
Amen,
Can I have my dinner please.
24/5/2019
May 24, 2019
May 24, 2019 at 8:48 AM UTC
A little boy of shadow
Sitting in carnations
Terrified
Of God’s creations.
A little boy,
Lost and to never be found
Never knew
The voices could be so loud.
The voices that say
“If you stood, the world could be ours.”
But he prefers wishing on stars.
Because his legs are beaten and bruised
And he cannot walk.
But he wishes for someone to help him stand.
And doesn’t make him talk
About the things he wants to say
The things he wants to keep away
For someone who will always stay.
May 13, 2019
May 13, 2019 at 2:31 PM UTC
I clash into my fabric,
Like it's the waters of a bath.
Behold the ripples from my fingers,
Before I walked upon their path.
Pills are skipping stones,
That land at unsteady feet.
I'm falling, or I'm drowning,
Sleeping with torture underneath.
With Carnations at the bedside,
The yellow won't change my hue.
For their inexplicit meanings,
Are wrapped in dripping blue.
And the taps rung through my head,
Were the bath; now forming puddles.
You asked how I had left,
But you didn't notice the bubbles
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Jul 28, 2018
Jul 28, 2018 at 4:31 AM UTC
Kind,gentle,humble,my dear daughter,
To me you are my carnation flowers.
Which sprang from ****** Mary's
tears,
For Jesus's plight of carrying the Cross. (Christian Legend).
Pious,a fairy, an angel,
Sent from the heavens up above,
The flowers of God.
Affectionate, motherly,loveable,
White and pink carnations,
Mother's Day flowers.
Strong, active and wise,
Long lasting after being cut,
Carnation blooms.
A treasure I cherish,
A perfect piece of my heart.
Jun 2, 2018
Jun 2, 2018 at 2:07 PM UTC
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way
than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
Apr 27, 2017
Apr 27, 2017 at 2:27 AM UTC
The soil recognizes
the vibration of your
soft soul and soft soles
when you walk around
the garden's edge.
Grounds from every corner
of the world hasten
to be underneath your feet.
Twenty dignified, upright,
and humble footsteps
from the lilies
to carnations
and much of the earth
is covered.
Jun 25, 2015
Jun 25, 2015 at 12:51 PM UTC
Cheesy carnations
Her delicate dimples dream
She blushed, and said yes.
Jun 4, 2015
Jun 4, 2015 at 5:39 AM UTC
There is just enough morning sunlight
filtering through the english laurel
for aging eyes to capture the purple tint
of carnations blooming
in the front of the rocks
jutting toward the porch
Night-time had been colorless
in the midst of a celebration
announced by a sign signaling
an event in the main ballroom
With a loud voice
a long-named minister
toyed with religion
and flirted with comedy
before the silverware
clanged against the china
Boredom captured the moment
in the middle of the clatter and chatter
Even stunning silks and satins
around bodacious behinds
failed to entertain
Now perhaps the oldest in the crowd
he carefully quenches each desire
to know the delicacies of the evening
with the efforts of survival. He was slowly
dying in the madness of the crowd
May 4, 2015
May 4, 2015 at 1:29 PM UTC