"blossum" poems
We are all a garden
of sorts.
We all spring up
from a single seed.
And like a flourishing tree
or an expanding bush
we can branch out
and multiply
in number and in strength
surrounded by tender loving care,
being watered by others,
paid close attention to
as the gardener nurtures us
to maturity.
We bloom.
We blossum.
Beauty abounds.
Our colors come forth
in a harmony of hues
upon every petal
and every leaf.
But then come the weeds
that choke out our foliage
and wrap around our roots,
our foundations.
The weeds of hatred,
the weeds of bitterness
the weeds of loneliness,
the weeds of shame,
the weeds of fear,
and depression
invade.
Bugs infest our garden
and eat away at us,
tormenting us,
picking away at us,
and the beauty
and produce
that once was the glory
of our garden
has gone away.
Did we do this to ourselves?
We often wonder.
Did the gardener get too passive,
get too neglectul and uncaring
and forget to tend the garden?
Maybe we were not strong enough
to take up the fight,
wilting, fading in the sun.
Yet even a dying flower
produces seeds of growth,
and of renewal,
as a rebirth will come from
its entrance into the earth.
Even the most tragic looking
of sickly plant life
will have a comeback,
a resurrection
of sorts
when golden raindrops
do fall again
like prayers from the sky.
And so it is the gardener
was never asleep on the job,
did not neglect the duties.
And like all healthy ones do
abundant food
shall grow once again
in our garden,
fragrant flowers,
and branches
for the birds to perch upon
when at one time
all seemed dead
and hopeless
and lost.
Nov 26, 2009
Nov 26, 2009 at 12:48 PM UTC
Once, it was flowers
signaling life's great blossum.
Now, it is silence!
Mar 12, 2013
Mar 12, 2013 at 12:10 AM UTC
i see the vine
and pick each grape
feel the juice in between my toes
i watch the vine slowly grow
and see it die each winter
but i know spring is near
and ill be back out on the fields
watching my babies blossum
and ill pick each grape
and turn into yuppie juice
and poor mans fluids
that will sooth the tummies
and make good conversations that my feet made
Mar 18, 2013
Mar 18, 2013 at 2:54 AM UTC
It is destructive to let an obstacle consume you,
so that it bears its teeth into you,
and imbue its venom into you very being.
Think of it as a transcendent cherry blossum.
It is frivolous to sit and dwell on one blossum,
just because it is lacking in areas such as color, shape and size.
And to spend all your time trying to amend that blossum,
until it is perfected.
It is better to leave the blossum be,
and go on to another,
for perhaps that one is better and more tasteful.
But remember that even if that too is found uneasy,
there are still more blossums to chose from,
and not all will be so horrid.
Mar 23, 2010
Mar 23, 2010 at 8:09 PM UTC
As I watch the people and their selfishness, how could I ever succeed? I have morals and ethics that dwells within me. Silence is the answer when your done speaking on death ears, in my own world where it's how I want it to appear. Years have showed consistency in the ignorance of mankind, I face my fears head to head living life in the nick of time, what is pressure? Only what you make it, I stick to the basics this is fundamental. The words that cast are temporary as if led was from a pencil, I'm perminantly embedded because my pen in the utensil. Thriving to be mistake free, what a wish, yea ill take three, give two of them away and take one for me. Cause when you plant good seeds they blossum into trees!
Dec 29, 2014
Dec 29, 2014 at 7:28 PM UTC
Love is like a blossum being crushed beneath a careless foot of a running child
Apr 12, 2019
Apr 12, 2019 at 4:24 AM UTC