#hydrangeas - Hello Poetry

Dear passionate thoughts See the blue hydrangeas bloom Rains and misery

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Jun 15, 2019

Jun 15, 2019 at 8:39 AM UTC

eloisa

あじさい

Dear passionate thoughts See the blue hydrangeas bloom Rains and misery

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An official looking notice said he had passed away A service for his tortured soul was being held today, I plan to get there early, to get a front row seat I've always loved to people watch - Who knows who one may meet Everybodys' whis-pering, they wonder how he died Though nothing is official - they're betting suicide Courtney stands alone in a two piece textured suit, MJ leans against the wall in high heeled leather boots A familiar face is walking in - he must have taken leave Wraps the mother in a hug, her hand upon his sleeve I've never seen his brothers' in a jacket or a tie They look so tall and handsome, as usual side by side Nick and Faith walk in together, she wears a floppy hat Stands next to Portland hipsters - all buckles, leather straps Sean engages Stefan, Lisa holds the arm of Vince He really hasn't aged a day, I haven't seen him since we double-dated sisters', we bought a birthday card Tried to get to second base, they smiled and hit us hard. All heads turn in unison they see you walking in Lips stained a dark bur-gun-dy, defiance to your chin, Lowered eyes survey the crowd resigned to this days fate You wish it hadn't come to this, the switch from love to hate Your dress is black, above the knee, the bodice spotted lace A pillbox hat perched on your head, the veil to hide your face I knew you'd wear your purple heels, they make your legs look long, but underneath the prim facade, Pink bra and matching thong I'm enjoying your discomfort as you pause inside the gate You'd loathe to be too early, and you wouldn't dare be late You fumble with the clasp of an expensive looking tote Pull a lighter from its depths- I've never seen you smoke That pretty auburn haired girl whose name I can't recall Tells a story of him to muffled laughter and applause Is that the music starting? We'd better go inside Someone holds the door for you, you smile, but not to wide I'm bounding up the staircase - no one appears to see The view is priceless- truely - front row of balcony His mother's gently weeping, his father's looking grim My eyes are one direction on your pale and perfect skin Mira dabs at her nose, her handkerchief trimmed with lace Why my wife do tears not run down your exquisite face Your hand gently fondles a golden chain with hanging heart But I am focused on your thighs - the ones I used to part You steal a glance at your watch, you have to be discreet Think of your waiting lover, parked in a nearby street I remember that I couldn't sleep, so put on Leonard Cohen I don't know how he did it - he just had a way of knowin' Sheets were turning crimson as the blood began to seep That's all that I remember - I just drifted off to sleep I dreamed you'd sent hydrangeas, a bright and brilliant blue Could you not think of something else than what I'd give to you, Lilies, peonys, tulips, lilac or a rose I'd buy you blue hydrangeas when you didn't like your nose Soaring Hallelujah chorus fills my darkened room From my bed I see the clock, it's time to get up soon I pad into the kitchen to get my dog a treat Make a mental note to apologize to my neighbours when we meet, In the hallway, or the lobby, or the park across the street " I'm sorry man, the other night, I guess you couldn't sleep " Turned off my record player that was programmed to repeat I'd buy you blue hydrangeas - you didn't like your nose I noticed that you'd changed your hair and you had on new clothes

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Jun 29, 2018

Jun 29, 2018 at 3:45 AM UTC

debra-speed

Blue Hydrangeas (1)

An official looking notice said he had passed away A service for his tortured soul was being held today, I plan to get there early, to get a front row seat I've always loved to people watch - Who knows who one may meet Everybodys' whis-pering, they wonder how he died Though nothing is official - they're betting suicide Courtney stands alone in a two piece textured suit, MJ leans against the wall in high heeled leather boots A familiar face is walking in - he must have taken leave Wraps the mother in a hug, her hand upon his sleeve I've never seen his brothers' in a jacket or a tie They look so tall and handsome, as usual side by side Nick and Faith walk in together, she wears a floppy hat Stands next to Portland hipsters - all buckles, leather straps Sean engages Stefan, Lisa holds the arm of Vince He really hasn't aged a day, I haven't seen him since we double-dated sisters', we bought a birthday card Tried to get to second base, they smiled and hit us hard. All heads turn in unison they see you walking in Lips stained a dark bur-gun-dy, defiance to your chin, Lowered eyes survey the crowd resigned to this days fate You wish it hadn't come to this, the switch from love to hate Your dress is black, above the knee, the bodice spotted lace A pillbox hat perched on your head, the veil to hide your face I knew you'd wear your purple heels, they make your legs look long, but underneath the prim facade, Pink bra and matching thong I'm enjoying your discomfort as you pause inside the gate You'd loathe to be too early, and you wouldn't dare be late You fumble with the clasp of an expensive looking tote Pull a lighter from its depths- I've never seen you smoke That pretty auburn haired girl whose name I can't recall Tells a story of him to muffled laughter and applause Is that the music starting? We'd better go inside Someone holds the door for you, you smile, but not to wide I'm bounding up the staircase - no one appears to see The view is priceless- truely - front row of balcony His mother's gently weeping, his father's looking grim My eyes are one direction on your pale and perfect skin Mira dabs at her nose, her handkerchief trimmed with lace Why my wife do tears not run down your exquisite face Your hand gently fondles a golden chain with hanging heart But I am focused on your thighs - the ones I used to part You steal a glance at your watch, you have to be discreet Think of your waiting lover, parked in a nearby street I remember that I couldn't sleep, so put on Leonard Cohen I don't know how he did it - he just had a way of knowin' Sheets were turning crimson as the blood began to seep That's all that I remember - I just drifted off to sleep I dreamed you'd sent hydrangeas, a bright and brilliant blue Could you not think of something else than what I'd give to you, Lilies, peonys, tulips, lilac or a rose I'd buy you blue hydrangeas when you didn't like your nose Soaring Hallelujah chorus fills my darkened room From my bed I see the clock, it's time to get up soon I pad into the kitchen to get my dog a treat Make a mental note to apologize to my neighbours when we meet, In the hallway, or the lobby, or the park across the street " I'm sorry man, the other night, I guess you couldn't sleep " Turned off my record player that was programmed to repeat I'd buy you blue hydrangeas - you didn't like your nose I noticed that you'd changed your hair and you had on new clothes

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See those plots of earth where roses once grew? I planted them when I was 18 and my sister was 22. Her's blossomed nicely every year, While mine turned brown and stark Like winter-borne deer. See those bushes with fragile twigs and no leaves? They were lilacs whose bright green leaves danced in the breeze. My favorite flower of them all I let fall victim to decay, With the ruthless mindset of fall. See the tree that has split in half? It once stopped the sun from beating down on the path. A storm blew through 5 years ago, And I haven't had the strength to take care of it. Even though it's broken, I can't let it go. See those flowers that are still intact? The hydrangeas survived because I made a pact. I promised to watch over those special flowers Offering hydration for the hydrangeas With tears from my loneliest hours.

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Oct 24, 2017

Oct 24, 2017 at 11:35 PM UTC

tatiana

Hydration for the Hydrangeas

See those plots of earth where roses once grew? I planted them when I was 18 and my sister was 22. Her's blossomed nicely every year, While mine turned brown and stark Like winter-borne deer. See those bushes with fragile twigs and no leaves? They were lilacs whose bright green leaves danced in the breeze. My favorite flower of them all I let fall victim to decay, With the ruthless mindset of fall. See the tree that has split in half? It once stopped the sun from beating down on the path. A storm blew through 5 years ago, And I haven't had the strength to take care of it. Even though it's broken, I can't let it go. See those flowers that are still intact? The hydrangeas survived because I made a pact. I promised to watch over those special flowers Offering hydration for the hydrangeas With tears from my loneliest hours.

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With the ivy on my house, I had to reconsider what flowers I wanted to add to my garden. I never expected to be gifted a hydrangea sapling that I planted beneath the wall of ivy. I was much more beautiful than I had originally thought, and I was pleasantly surprised to see that the hydrangeas were able to grow and flourish on their own alongside the ivy. The scent of hydrangeas became comforting to me.

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Mar 26, 2017

Mar 26, 2017 at 4:09 PM UTC

maxime

Flowers in My Garden: Chapter 4

With the ivy on my house, I had to reconsider what flowers I wanted to add to my garden. I never expected to be gifted a hydrangea sapling that I planted beneath the wall of ivy. I was much more beautiful than I had originally thought, and I was pleasantly surprised to see that the hydrangeas were able to grow and flourish on their own alongside the ivy. The scent of hydrangeas became comforting to me.

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