#succulent
Scrumptiously sweet
Is your succulent nectar,
Pinkish passion fruit.
~ Poetictouch
May 27
May 27, 2026 at 2:29 AM UTC
succulent heart only needs a couple of drops every few months
cacti are what I have become
adaptive to the inconsistent
search for storms no matter how violent
just to get that sweet sweet drop
just to feel my heart fill fill up
then leave in the flash, leave it in the past
I have no problem moving on
as long as I get my drops
Apr 20, 2022
Apr 20, 2022 at 12:13 PM UTC
Sweet, succulent Elberta Peach
It's tell-tale blush within my reach
It's that time of year again
A peach to die for and then
I have to have another,
The ultimate peach, brother!
Sweet, succulent Elberta peach
It's tell-tale blush within my reach
Oct 29, 2019
Oct 29, 2019 at 11:58 PM UTC
I killed my cactus,
distressed and helpless;
it'll never survive regardless.
I watered it more than I should,
for some reason it withstood;
as more affection is never no-good,
but intentions are often misunderstood.
one time I changed its ***
and had a second afterthought.
I then changed its soil,
yet I'm stuck in a turmoil.
these weren't the changes I seek,
for I loathe its spines -
so cluttered and bleak.
maybe I should have gotten
a tiny potted succulent,
or plants with stinger;
perhaps I never even had
the green fingers.
Mar 13, 2019
Mar 13, 2019 at 12:07 PM UTC
Kalanchoë, finally you bloom!
Welcome little foreigner,
To the corner of my room.
With frangipani flame
And crocus-gold effulgent.
Strains past succulent skin
Joyous, ebullient!
Though your petals grow
Just to hold it in,
Fiery blood escapes
Past watery blocks of ester-swell
And you exult with me
In a wintry cell.
Aug 14, 2018
Aug 14, 2018 at 3:02 PM UTC
Im a plant
too much sun and I wither
too much shade I wilt
keep me by the window where you work
where the morning sun is filtered through blinds
where you wont always be
but will be consistently enough
place me where you forget me
but remember just enough to smile and water me
I am a succulent
not a hardy cactus
but a rosette
too much attention
too little attention
a drop of water at the wrong time
and im dying
then gone
Jan 17, 2018
Jan 17, 2018 at 1:09 AM UTC
an unread book,
a pair of broken headphones,
the shirt of someone who is perfect in my eyes.
a bic lighter,
a glass of water,
a succulent that i could never seem to keep alive.
condensation forms on the surface of the table
as the water begs to bring life back to the plant,
but the lonely plant only speaks of the sun
and the way it desires his light.
Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 3:30 PM UTC