#flowerpower - Hello Poetry

the bloom and shape and way you grow, evoking blush and calming woes. balancing both the delicate and bold - reminding admirers: to mind how they hold.

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Jun 4, 2019

Jun 4, 2019 at 6:29 AM UTC

luvdaily

you, the rose.

the bloom and shape and way you grow, evoking blush and calming woes. balancing both the delicate and bold - reminding admirers: to mind how they hold.

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torn flower pettles engulf the vastness, devoid of time and reality, of the growing distance. a floral bath doused in flourescence. the white lilies that signify a grave. your charred corpse, a bloated bag, floats in a putrefying stasis. only half a daisy-boy beauty. the water fizzles into acid. the hyacinths wither into amorphous globules. gap tooth dissolves.

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Jul 29, 2018

Jul 29, 2018 at 1:07 PM UTC

TheMessyPoet

spring

torn flower pettles engulf the vastness, devoid of time and reality, of the growing distance. a floral bath doused in flourescence. the white lilies that signify a grave. your charred corpse, a bloated bag, floats in a putrefying stasis. only half a daisy-boy beauty. the water fizzles into acid. the hyacinths wither into amorphous globules. gap tooth dissolves.

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I see you there, little cornflower As blue as the everlasting summer days Kissed and rained on by the galaxy's tears An elegant dancer as a bird's wings You are button on the bachelor's breast One that is watered by affection

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Jun 9, 2018

Jun 9, 2018 at 4:55 PM UTC

Lyn-Purcell

Cornflower

I see you there, little cornflower As blue as the everlasting summer days Kissed and rained on by the galaxy's tears An elegant dancer as a bird's wings You are button on the bachelor's breast One that is watered by affection

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She's the girl with the matte lipstick, Deep, bold red that flows in her veins She throws them fierce on her fragile lips Warning every man she's more than a kiss. She's the girl with the matte lipstick A deeper red than the roses she was given, One look at the mirror and she's all set To rule out the world with her head set high. And she will be stronger than you and I, For her soul is clinquant with glittery gold Of fading scars and past mistakes That she will one day conquer all on her own.

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Dec 20, 2016

Dec 20, 2016 at 3:03 AM UTC

NoahandNaomi

The Girl with The Matte Lipstick

She's the girl with the matte lipstick, Deep, bold red that flows in her veins She throws them fierce on her fragile lips Warning every man she's more than a kiss. She's the girl with the matte lipstick A deeper red than the roses she was given, One look at the mirror and she's all set To rule out the world with her head set high. And she will be stronger than you and I, For her soul is clinquant with glittery gold Of fading scars and past mistakes That she will one day conquer all on her own.

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it became a perpetual motion a dance someone hands the card, another lights the amount of aching discolored grazed fingers was immense put your finger on the flint wheel press it down karen thought we should make a sign the scrambles of bruised fingers for a piece of cardboard my fingers throbbed as i scratched our message on the board i kept the pink flower locked in the crease of my hand and threw them in air “draft card burning here” it was 7 00 in the morning october 21 1967 i was only 17 my brother jeffrey was flying a plane over dien bien phu a friend richard was screaming in the trenches of xuan loc a lover michael treading through a swamp in mui bai **** i stepped up to The Police. The. Men. In. Suits. Stared. At. Me Blank. Faces. And. No. Expression. I picked up my Pink Daisy, and brought it up to their bayonets this is for Jeffrey, for Richard, and for Michael the men in suits stared at me in a world of chaos and confusion all I heard was Silence.

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Oct 22, 2014

Oct 22, 2014 at 2:09 PM UTC

maria-vera

for the 882,000

it became a perpetual motion a dance someone hands the card, another lights the amount of aching discolored grazed fingers was immense put your finger on the flint wheel press it down karen thought we should make a sign the scrambles of bruised fingers for a piece of cardboard my fingers throbbed as i scratched our message on the board i kept the pink flower locked in the crease of my hand and threw them in air “draft card burning here” it was 7 00 in the morning october 21 1967 i was only 17 my brother jeffrey was flying a plane over dien bien phu a friend richard was screaming in the trenches of xuan loc a lover michael treading through a swamp in mui bai **** i stepped up to The Police. The. Men. In. Suits. Stared. At. Me Blank. Faces. And. No. Expression. I picked up my Pink Daisy, and brought it up to their bayonets this is for Jeffrey, for Richard, and for Michael the men in suits stared at me in a world of chaos and confusion all I heard was Silence.

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