#pedals
i feel the heat in my cheeks
and from your hands
say it again
when i sleep
when i lay on fields
when i pick on the pedals
whisper it in my ear when we're alone
to me, it lost its meaning, becoming
an overused invaluable phrase
something everyone expects but never gets
i did for sure, and learned my lessons
but from you, it was different
nothing less than my shooting star wish
i landed on the right pedal
you say it when you are
when i think you're not, but you mean it
but you always remind me
and show me you do,
i do too.
Jul 27, 2022
Jul 27, 2022 at 3:56 PM UTC
Her eyes were filled with love
But she wasn't looking at me
Even though it physically hurt
She was happy
Every time she looked at him
My throat burned and ached
I watched her as i was violently coughing up the beautiful red pedals
Knowing i was going to die
Because i knew she would never look at me
The way she looked at him
And for some reason not loving her
Hurt more then the pedals themselves
Her beauty couldn’t compare to the throned flowers
Rapidly blooming in my throat
I would happily die knowing
That i died loving her
I was going to hold on
Despite the feeling of being set on fire
And knowing exactly how this was going to turn out
But i wanted to die with the little dignity i had left
My vision got blurry
blood dripped from my lip
My throat began to close
And With one last breath
The flowers consumed my smiling dead body
That beautiful hanahaki
May 23, 2021
May 23, 2021 at 10:59 PM UTC
Winter days falling near
And pedals dancing upon the rain.
What I wouldn't give to
Have you here,
To the bloom of lilacs
Encased in frosted snow.
Nov 6, 2020
Nov 6, 2020 at 11:14 PM UTC
The ephemeral beauty of a bloom.
Is cherished because it’s gone too soon.
Petals weaken and colours must fade.
Falling to earth whence it was made.
Light shines upon thee though tears fall like rain.
Find peace for blossoms in heaven forever remain.
Sep 2, 2019
Sep 2, 2019 at 8:22 PM UTC
Velvet;
colored rose
pedals falling to my feet
cotton soft wafers
staining with beauty's sin
potent fragrance; nurtured by nature
worshiped by the wind
May 21, 2015
May 21, 2015 at 12:25 AM UTC
Old fashioned; you may be
Blossoming; flowers dangling; beauty
Your shape; nature's top breed.
Workers Bee's; pollinated your seed.
Dangling; pillow-shaped hearts.
Shining light; feeds your needs.
Heart-shaped pedals; dance in the breeze.
Spring brings; lacey, pink, and white pedals.
Fall comes; blossoming flowers leave.
Return please; or our lonely hearts will bleed.
May 16, 2014
May 16, 2014 at 5:00 PM UTC