#lilly
lilly white lies
patterned in the dirt
hoof trodden
Apr 3, 2025
Apr 3, 2025 at 9:10 AM UTC
A lilly gazed
Within a kaleidoscope
Becomes psychedelic
Yet remains itself
sweet mist of rainbows
Reynaldo Casison
Mar 10, 2025
Mar 10, 2025 at 6:58 AM UTC
LOVE YOU FOREVER."
My heart is
empty again
without you
for you abode
therein my
heart. Your
voice only,
craves I my
boredom to
cure. You're my happiness,
joy and all
source of
glee. My love
for you is
soft as silk
fresh as lilly,
bright as rose.
It's like
the sunrise
🌅 even when
it sets it
always come
a new everyday
all day.
I'd love you
forever, as
long as
you love me.
#C9_fm
Apr 30, 2021
Apr 30, 2021 at 3:07 AM UTC
She is like...
A white lily
on a surface of
powder stone,
growing like a
golden limestone,
standing like a
statue of
of a beautiful
baby doll,
she is a light
that off my sight,
Having a smile
like sunny day,
She is a star 🌟
like beautiful
Twinkle star,
Her red labial
as a red rose
flower
from Longwood
garden,
her eye's beauty
is more than
beautiful eye
of mantis shrimp,
walking more
than a
Taylor Swift
on the ground
of fashion parade,
She breathes
sweetly,
talking nicely,
and
Lovely she is,
A beautiful
White Amina
Sep 1, 2020
Sep 1, 2020 at 12:22 PM UTC
Lovely Blooms the flower of betrayal
If it's seeded in it's blood
Thus it always needs a victim
Living of it's own to rot
The traitors lilly is not poisonous
Though it spreads unto a touch
But as a flower of betrayal
It´s tainting weapons work as much
It´s seeds can rest and root forever
Or be in fruit within one year
The traitors lilly hides with others
Changing both color and appeal
Yet a single trait reveals her
More than any other mark
The traitors lilly has no feelings
And can´t do anything by heart
Search for the spark of hipocrisy
Inside a face of plastic smile
Until the mask of traitor lilly
Reveals the lilly´s weave of lies
Jun 27, 2020
Jun 27, 2020 at 1:33 PM UTC
Appearing nightly on a hard wood floor
Pacing, pacing, and pacing
Sometimes forgetting what sleep is for
My worrysome mind is racing
( chorus )
She bloomed like a lily at night
Then she faded by the morning light
Daydreaming after I sit down
Watching colors run
Then the heart ache comes around
Blinded by the morning sun
( chorus )
She bloomed like a lily at night
Then she faded by the morning light
( bridge )
A fertile soil where only weeds grow
When once their was a bouquet
The barren winter
Where stems will splinter
To the harsh light of day
Now I have nothing to show
( chorus )
She bloomed like a lily at night
Then she faded by the morning light
Dec 2, 2019
Dec 2, 2019 at 12:10 PM UTC
Somewhere there is a glass vase,
with white Lilly's wilted at the edges.
A pile of letters, unceasing.
Always arriving.
A candle half its lifespan.
A hair laying between the creases of her sweater.
I suppose we go bit by piece, sometimes having not knowing.
Apr 27, 2019
Apr 27, 2019 at 12:50 AM UTC
lilt and lily
A singer
was lilting
looking at a
lily.
A spring flower
was in love
to butterfly
in rainy day was-lilly
An old woman's
lilting was funny
for lilly.
Jan 14, 2019
Jan 14, 2019 at 11:02 AM UTC
fierce
Lilly Flower Goddess
wouldn’t budge
standing strong
loving herself
challenged walkthrough
cat eyes blatantly glaring
attentive
situation at hand
handled
like a *******
boss
ruler of her domain
guarded sanctuary
trespassing
not advised
she’s shielded
unconditional love for herself
barrier of sorts
only the reflection
of the same permitted
drop her drawbridge
path leading to the
kingdom of her heart
surrounded by moat flowing
lava glowing and meandering
like a precious river
inextinguishable beauty
guarding grace
her ideas with love
uncompromising thirst
for her body is her temple
One Love
Oct 26, 2018
Oct 26, 2018 at 12:44 AM UTC
It must be the prettiest lilies
that grow out of mud
to float above
That spread
In the tender hands
Of Mother Earth
Or is their beauty
only noticed
because of the dirt
that surrounds them
the endless dark waters
the dead that feeds them
the tragedy that attempted to bury them
but they use to carry them
Or maybe, their beauty
Is only noticed
because despite their strength
they're touch is still soft
white
amongst the sweet reeds.
Or maybe their beauty comes from lack of definition
Just simply yet in so much complexity
Existing
Breathing, quietly
screaming
"life"
Aug 4, 2017
Aug 4, 2017 at 4:31 PM UTC
Oh lilly pop you
Taste so good
Lilly pop
Lilly pop
Oh Lilly pop you
have a lot of colors
In a circle Lilly pop
I enjoy eating you
Lilly pop
© Amanda Kay Hill
1/3/17
Jan 13, 2017
Jan 13, 2017 at 1:59 AM UTC
Drowning in thought
her ideas did
swim beneath lily pads
May 14, 2016
May 14, 2016 at 12:44 PM UTC
Some people want a legacy
like the lion:
its roar is loud and rich in pride.
I want a legacy like the lilacs gracing her neck:
soaked in desire,
and laced with something unmistakable.
Apr 8, 2016
Apr 8, 2016 at 6:00 PM UTC
I awoke in a dream with your fragrance lingering from the night before,
what a night we had, spending the night in each others arms and each others hearts.
Listening to one another say why we love the other,
Looking so deep into each others eyes that we struggle to squeeze out words to express our utter enjoyment.
Why couldn't this have been real, all my imagination.
Just sleep walking
Dec 21, 2015
Dec 21, 2015 at 3:36 PM UTC
Paper White
That's What My Mother called it..
The others call it Narcissus.. And me
Why I call it them, and them they..
The very Name they gave themselves
WE!!!
Lilies of the Field!.
Gathered together like the Bright smile of a Looking Up Moment
Perfect Harmony!
Each One Born for the Symphony!!
Genetically PERFECT, Each ONE
A child's offering to its beloved Mother.. EARTH
Grown into maturity, it calls another
And it's then that the Bee shows Up
A real surprise of Satisfaction,
And Yet it Is. Satisfaction Guaranteed!
Rumors of aromatically scented Flesh, Confirmed..
Love filled Pleasure .. Carried Away by an Angel!
Shared Now....... AaaaaaMen!
And So It Is.
Nov 28, 2015
Nov 28, 2015 at 12:26 PM UTC
Soft as silver and just as bright,
the waters glowed briefly but brightly in the night
A lone child sat by the river,
body pressed still, barely suppressing a shiver.
Clothing too thin on a body too frail,
cold winds and winter tidings turned his skin ghastly pale.
The waters flew gently on a bird's hidden wing
- flying downstream as moonlight off the surface would sing.
Silent and unbidden save for the gentle flow of the spring,
The dark forest a mystery, foreshadowing a tomb.
The lily still, was the only thing left in bloom.
Amid a forest of bare trees and darkness, it stood a lone sentinel against the gloom
Delicately nestled in a thicket of thorns.
It stood alone against winter's arsenal of storms.
Oct 21, 2014
Oct 21, 2014 at 5:24 AM UTC