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English Jam Jun 14
The air is perfumed with fresh rosemary's
And the wild springs with lush berries
Their presence colours the nursery with a sweet loom
It bleeds into the forecast for tomorrow's gloom
Nostalgia hits hard, heartbreaking and eerie
For a day when I wasn't paranoid and weary
Well, I'll be down by the Brighton pier
Watching birds float past in lonely fear
I'd love to turn away

The pristine sun shines like Hades
The outside scent is yellow, maybe
Little daises laugh in the foreground
Gardens sow a loving sound
Once I could see hope in the trees
And the love that whispered on the breeze
Now the trees foreshadow longing
And the gale howls with wronging
I'd love to turn away

The intimacy in my yellow tinted flowers seems to have faded
And the soft orchards have been invaded
My words burnt in a smouldering pile of dust
And steaming with the heat of my ****
I told a crowd I had something to say
But the people turned away
away
away...
Emeka Mokeme Jul 3
THE FLOWERS
What I told you about the flowers
no one probably won't tell you.
Is it not about their fragrance
and how amazing it is that they
share their life with you.
They hang around your
garden and patiently wait on you
with their perfume of love.
To make you happy with the
fragrance of their healing presence,
they share their fragrance
and working tirelessly in gladness
they gracefully grace your life with grace.
They lay down at our feet always
ready to bring pleasure to our leisure.
To please you they share lavishly and
are generous about it.
They bring pleasure back into our
homes by spreading their fragrance.
Even when bruised they give out their
best fragrance out of love to soothe
and bring succour to our tired mind.
They also help decorate our world
with their beautiful flowers to make
our lives lovely.
How can we not appreciate their presence
in our homes, garden and environment.
They are divinely precious beautiful treasure
with an alluring power to help us heal.
Little beautiful gifts from heaven with
such an unforgettable sublime
and divine fragrance.
Spreading their love they reach out
to us even from miles away adorning
our weddings and other events with
their fragrance and presence
and speaking to us in the
language only the heart can understand.
Nature gave us fragrance in flowers
so lovely and endearing that
no one can resist their friendship.
To walk with them is unbelievably sweet.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved
Daisy Marrow Oct 2014
My love is vast.
My love is strong.
My love is driven by the thought
of you noticing me one day.
Although I am told that some love never blooms
like flowers struggling during the bitter colds.
I have nothing to offer you.
All I have are my bones.
They hold me up
on days I feel like a bird with broken wings,
but I will always love you with the lights on.
I will care for your wounds
until you're able to fly again.
Until you can reach the moon.
So play your guitar
and sing your songs.
I will admire you from afar
as you carry on.
Don't worry about me.
I'm not trying to come off as a creep
but I love your eyes,
and how they look like dark coffee.
I love the way you speak.
Each word a melody.
Every sentence a song.
I'm caught on your hook.
I could listen all day long.
I'm lost in your music
while you're lost in this madness.
So don't worry my dear,
the flowers will someday bloom.
I shall save these words for you.
I'll read them out to you,
but only once during the blue moon.

You're a sweetheart and a really brave bird.
So walk with me to the edge of the earth
and I will share you all my secrets,
and you will share me yours.
We'll tie them both to balloons
and let them go.
Lay with me down on this pearly dew-drop grass.
We'll watch the clouds travel to and fro,
just stay with me in this perfect spot.
You don't have to go.
2014
Robin Lemmen Aug 7
Our entire relationship I felt
Like all I was doing
Was waiting for you and I to break
Like goodbye was only one kiss away
And when I finally started feeling
Like maybe, just maybe
We would prove ourselves wrong
You left me in shambles on the floor
Shards of our favorite memories
Cutting deep and letting me
Bleed flowers painted red
All over the world
I can't seem to escape
Everything feels laced
With your winter remnants
Blooming in a stark white contrast
To my deep dark wounds
Leaving broken roses everywhere
I closed my mouth,
and spoke to you in the language of the rain drops,
I whispered to you in the language of the flowers,
and chanted 'I love you' in the language of the melody birds.

I  closed my mouth,
and voiced my feelings to you in the language of the ocean's waves,
and delivered my message to you in the language of the Wind breeze,
I conveyed my feelings to you in the language of the twinkling stars,

I closed my mouth,
and spoke to you in the language of eye contact,
and expressed myself to you in the language of smiles,
I shouted to you in my sacred language of tears,

I closed my mouth,
and whispered to you in the language of heart,
and recited to you in all of nature's implicit language,
I spoke to you, softly, in ***'s silent language.


Hussein Dekmak

Copyright.
gracie Feb 28
lightning flash across the sky
silver clouds begin to cry
our clothes are cold and soaking wet
but we don't run inside just yet

if I said I'm ready now
darling, would you show me how
to blindly run through fields, unplowed
until the thunder roars?

fire races through my spine
warm hands meet my waistline
let's dance together, intertwined
like flowers in a storm
only an innuendo if u want it to be
kyleigh g May 2017
flowers bloom
revealing magnificent petals
shining with vibrant hues of
red, yellow, and orange.

but:

they only last
for so long.

the good thing about flowers
is that even when they are long gone,
the memory of them remains.

forever in our minds
still as brilliant and bright
as they once were
when they were living.

all I ask
is that you please remember me
as if I were a flower
I'm not even sure if this makes sense. It's just something I kinda thought of in class earlier today.
Marta Mar 31
Exotic petals of yellow,
Hot pink and leaves of green
A sunrise of baby blues
And clouds made of cream.


A lei of Hibiscus
Whiskey and Tequila too
A paradise of softheartedness
Where the sun will never set on you.

Lilac skies in the west
Clouds made with a dash of tangerine  
A Pink Flamingo guarding her nest
A sight straight out of daydreams.

The spirits sway  
In the shadows of the palm trees
So come on down and meet us by the Cay
And let all your fears fall away.


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