#chrysanthemum - Hello Poetry

I can never spell this flower's name from memory. If I were to walk through a garden, would I be able to discern the chrysanthemum from other flowers? I feel as though, this is how others think of me. To be known or not, a flower is still a flower, and that is not nothing.

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Jun 6, 2021

Jun 6, 2021 at 3:35 PM UTC

leocardo_reis

Chrysanthemum

I can never spell this flower's name from memory. If I were to walk through a garden, would I be able to discern the chrysanthemum from other flowers? I feel as though, this is how others think of me. To be known or not, a flower is still a flower, and that is not nothing.

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These eyes, which had seen more, came back with a smile, back to you my dear, my dear white chrysanthemum!

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Jul 29, 2019

Jul 29, 2019 at 7:47 PM UTC

eloisa

Chrysanthemum

These eyes, which had seen more, came back with a smile, back to you my dear, my dear white chrysanthemum!

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the collective smile the dale of chrysanthemums hold, enchants the fluffy clouds!

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Nov 14, 2017

Nov 14, 2017 at 6:12 AM UTC

k-balachandran

One mega smile!

the collective smile the dale of chrysanthemums hold, enchants the fluffy clouds!

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Leaves fell p er p e tu al ly as we didn't, BuT I (your ardent lo>er) Choose to smite the indigenous winds and forests' unpledged palates with : A Stony Subjection:

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Jan 28, 2016

Jan 28, 2016 at 4:29 PM UTC

Nonee

chrysanthemum love

Leaves fell p er p e tu al ly as we didn't, BuT I (your ardent lo>er) Choose to smite the indigenous winds and forests' unpledged palates with : A Stony Subjection:

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Chrysanthemum, Rose, Buttercup. Each morning he would guess a floret that might match Her loveliness. And every night, When he pulled her close under Periwinkle sheets He would admit defeat. "Of course how foolish I've been! No Chrysanthemum can compete With the way your velvet lips flood pink After I kiss you, my love. Not even the brightest rose can compare to the sunshine that pours from your soul every day, my darling."

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Jun 9, 2014

Jun 9, 2014 at 1:01 AM UTC

petalbreath

Chrysanthemum

Chrysanthemum, Rose, Buttercup. Each morning he would guess a floret that might match Her loveliness. And every night, When he pulled her close under Periwinkle sheets He would admit defeat. "Of course how foolish I've been! No Chrysanthemum can compete With the way your velvet lips flood pink After I kiss you, my love. Not even the brightest rose can compare to the sunshine that pours from your soul every day, my darling."

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