#peonies
she smells of peonies,
extravagant,
luxurious,
She smells of peonies,
elegant,
dangerous,
She smells of peonies,
elite,
but soft,
She smells of peonies,
unapologetically;
Mar 18
Mar 18, 2026 at 6:54 AM UTC
As a child peonies surround me
like my mothers' warm embrace,
these flowers, beautifully unharmed
a reminder of this reality that I live.
I daydreamed of being as free as this flower,
of the ability to just exist, without harm.
I am grown now, my daydreams twisted.
A kiss with a fist, a necklace made of hands.
Petals of black and blue, leaves cracked and broken.
Black and white peonies tattooed on my skin
full of love, full of hope
though sometimes flowing red.
I know anger, I've felt anger
but not my own.
I realized quickly that my life was not this of a flower,
or maybe it was. A lifeless and wilted flower.
One that had been harmed, not beautifully.
That had been grasped, not with a caring touch.
That had existed, with harm.
Jun 29, 2025
Jun 29, 2025 at 5:10 PM UTC
a sentry guard laments the day his mother went out for milk
a cool mist slowly approaches him and begins licking his boots unaware that his pinky toe is peeking out of his sock begging for a taste of the blistering wind
he stands at attention
a noice emanates from the woods at his fifteen hundred
he totes his gun on his right shoulder and begins the approach
the noise somewhere between shriek and shrill leads him to a clearing in the woods where he sees a man of not more than forty years of age speckled stubble upon his face
walking around in circles with stick in the ground
he's got that look in his eye
a mutter a conversation a yell
a symphony
of sound
peonies for the poor folk a bushel of roses for the dead dandelions for the prayers speckled as dust crackled as wood he who seeks fortune shall make do with crumbs fire overhead a love overheard this time there's no way out we litter the past we litter the waters we litter whatever is left of our hallowed grounds
if only mother knew
if only mother knew
the sentry stands at attention
he brings his rifle down from his shoulder and raises it to his face
ah yes
the garble
Aug 14, 2024
Aug 14, 2024 at 2:44 PM UTC
Je t' aime kamma
I long for thine sutra,
throbbing Hilton põg.
King of Prussia PA.
O the first time thine
many face moon playing hide and seek showered us with moonlight just to hear us sigh and sigh till song and dance lended our feet shoeless Pon our crib of fragrant blooms tracing on each others back
mo grá Angel
I'm yours, be mine.
aingeal Is mise mise
Te amo.
Thermo King
Westing house
Je t'aime, Je t'aime
mera bano main
tumhaara hoon.
~
By: Karijinbba
74-95 -6-21
Jul 19, 2021
Jul 19, 2021 at 4:46 PM UTC
The pastel sky strikes forward, no longer soft-spoken
And the birds sing enchanting melodies
That almost lull me back to sleep
But with all the strength in this heart of mine
My body arises and dances with the peeking sunlight
For today is a lovely day for the peonies to bloom
Pink fluttering petals, blushing at my touch
I know they love me, they really do
I leave my home, whose color has gone and died
Eaten up by the tragedy of time
Today my sorrows shall dissolve
Tears mixed with tea
And quenches my thirst of loneliness
The peonies bloom and decorate the grave
And even if my heart pulls at me, I will not cry
I shall celebrate all that is of death and life
For no one, not a single person on earth
Can stop the peonies from blooming, oh so beautifully.
Jan 14, 2021
Jan 14, 2021 at 9:40 PM UTC
The color of the cream
As it is bled
from the cows in my dream
Also in red
Unfurling, curling,
bended, distended
A color so bright
It demands a white vase
So tired at night
Cannot lift its own face
Dec 3, 2020
Dec 3, 2020 at 5:01 PM UTC
Arranged in neat rows
Colours bursting from the ground
Such a sweet smell
All around us is the sound
Of tittering old ladies,
And boasting old men
Life is wonderful, the sun is bright
Here in the peony garden
Nov 7, 2020
Nov 7, 2020 at 12:33 AM UTC
Delicate beauties
Fleeting birds of paradise
With feathers of glass
Jul 5, 2020
Jul 5, 2020 at 2:30 AM UTC
I went to the library
and gathered flowers from its garden
to leave in the cement vases
of forgotten soldiers monuments
that they keep
in their front yard.
in that moment,
i felt alive.
it was raining.
it keeps raining.
Jun 25, 2019
Jun 25, 2019 at 6:59 PM UTC
Barefoot and slowly
Still in my satin sleepwear
I’m caught in a trance
Jun 17, 2019
Jun 17, 2019 at 6:16 PM UTC
We had hope as she closed us up tight.
Mama, will it hurt?
"Hush," on her lips and she sent ants to
kiss our anxious tears.
And she whispered
Just as we fall, so
We grow
May 18, 2017
May 18, 2017 at 4:59 PM UTC
-you rip up your coffee cups after you're done with the drink just as an excuse to stay and talk longer yet the thought of spending time unchaining your fears fights the red in you to conquer them in groups of 2
-did you forget that you were once an artist who could move mountains into valleys just to brush the snow off them?
-whoever set fire to the blooming flowers you holistically grew in your heart was only doing you a careful favour because you never liked orange roses and now you're watering glowing daises that suit your vibe anyway
-brick walls aren't as blocked off as they seem but the cement keeps them together like the sky is willing to do for you
-stop picking apart the petals on peonies and maybe the stars will stop picking pieces of peace off of you
Mar 27, 2017
Mar 27, 2017 at 10:29 PM UTC
Silky smooth,
Tender veins,
Numerous petals
Smell sweet.
Beautiful.
Admired.
A spectators gaze,
Floral physique.
Made for my
Enjoyment.
Just as pretty
As He views me.
The flowers -
Alluring
Yet, I'm lovelier
Than peonies.
Apr 13, 2016
Apr 13, 2016 at 12:55 PM UTC