#flowery
flowery words belong to flowers
to be flowery -
a summers printed dress-
does it for many
Apr 8
Apr 8, 2026 at 8:11 AM UTC
i wear your bruises so proudly
i want them to know i was touched
i want them to know i was loved
not just a stock of bones
iron ******* an empty throne
do you smoke out my memory
i wish i could tunnel deep
somewhere i can rest safely
knowing you can’t outrun me
your heartbeat rings in my ears
my diagnosis becomes severe
i can’t stay here, lay here
i get my runners on and walk until i slump
dump my dainty self into another way to get lost
lose and find myself with the help of rosé
my headache remains the next day
pounding in my brain
the memories reframe my gun’s face
shoot me, release it all
i can handle it, i need the sum
every word you didn’t string
i need the ribbon’s constriction
i miss your flowery diction
it would **** you but i pray for the bee sting
Mar 29
Mar 29, 2026 at 4:31 PM UTC
Now, What are
these F*****S gonna do today???
they always got
something not pleasant to say!!!
they are just
wanting things to go their way,
as always, it's
gonna be a sloppy day,
Now, I gotta deal
with these circus clowns,
a lot of them, I wished
were never around,
some are just loud, and
some are obnoxious,
they are working
my nerves, and are just Atrocious!!
I am just here trying to do my work,
gotta massive migraine, and
my head really hurts,
I am trying to stay calm,
someone might get punched,
OH NO, NOT AGAIN,
WHO DONE STOLED MY LUNCH??
all I want to do is get
through this SHIFT,
I AM TRYING SO HARD NOT TO
DROP IT, and QUIT,
IT'S GOT 401(k), and GREAT BENEFITS,
SO, DON'T GIVE UP NOW,
because,
YOU CAN DO IT!!!
some co-workers, I think
are really cool, and
others I think are nothing but fools,
but that's alright, I willbe okay,
It's just sometimes, I be having bad days,
Some days are bad, and
some days are good,
some days, I wish
that a IMBECILE WOULD!!!
Now, the SHIFT IS OVER,
What more could I say,
just trying to make it clear:
IT IS NEVER A GOOD DAY!!!!
B.R.
Date: 6/27/2025
Jun 28, 2025
Jun 28, 2025 at 5:52 PM UTC
It is kind of liberating
Not being flowery
Minding Ps and Qs
Inside of You.
(c) Debra Lea Ryan
23/06/2024
☀♥ƸӜƷ✿♬
Jun 23, 2024
Jun 23, 2024 at 8:07 AM UTC
I was in love with the way you loved me;
Think that's too flowery
In good faith!
Jun 25, 2020
Jun 25, 2020 at 11:01 AM UTC
If you want flowery poetry
Hit pause, backspace delete.
I write on a lot of subjects;
Only a few could be called sweet.
I’m not into swirling windstorms
Or describing billowy clouds.
Not into extolling autumn leaves
Or conifers standing proud.
I try to select the human things
Whether good or even bad.
Sometimes I wrestle with
Life twists that make us sad.
I try to speak for everyman
And that includes the women.
I try to reflect life circumstances
And the results the travel with them.
So, crooning polysyllabically
Is seldom my favorite tune,
Nor is waxing limerickally
About June, and spoon and moon.
Instead I’ll probably take to task
Those who live in sappy hope
A prince shows up in their life
A proper romantic dope.
I write the rhymes about crooks
That steal from your children
And the supposed leaders
That ****** and abuse women.
I write about parents who
Ignore what their children need
And instead find their joy
On selfishness and greed.
After so many millennia
We really need to stop
Waiting for someone else to come
And be the moral traffic cop.
It is us who need to change
And teach our children accordingly
Because the way we are fixing things
Humanity is progressing dismally.
So keep your butterfly couplets
And views of rain on hedges.
We are falling apart as humans
And it’s visible on the edges.
It will only take a few crazies
With power enough to wield
And this planet, and us of course,
Will no longer have a shield.
Mar 23, 2017
Mar 23, 2017 at 6:59 PM UTC
When we dress in phantom finery,
we can only expect disillusionment.
Choke ourself with all our fantastic desires.
Complete mental malnourishment,
from our heart deep self harassment.
Let small smiles slither away.
Gut with tender savagery,
aversions to avarice.
Self-servile self-worth denial,
wash small magic away.
Feb 8, 2017
Feb 8, 2017 at 5:47 PM UTC
Let's walk hand in hand
where the wildflowers are.
Let's draw flowers
on an old VolksWagen car.
Let's plant seeds next
to every road.
Let's decorate the pavement,
with a flowery quote.
Let's start tending the rainbow
on the ground.
Let's just do something,
before there's no flower to be found.
-ZvZ-
Oct 25, 2015
Oct 25, 2015 at 1:18 PM UTC