"gerberas" poems - Hello Poetry

A cigarette is just dragon spit, dragon spit To tilt the world Skull writing with ***** hands Smear of words blind, dizzy Onto walls of fireless caves Out of the orange pulp of distant gerberas Hopeful, and alone Flick of sparks in air: dissolve Downward around and everywhere Like my thought I wonder, if before me now were nothing Would I jump? There’d be no pain nor fear of end There’d be nothing I must transcribe this caved orange flower Blindness somehow

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Mar 27, 2012

Mar 27, 2012 at 7:56 PM UTC

daniello

Night Porch, Upstairs and Outside

A cigarette is just dragon spit, dragon spit To tilt the world Skull writing with ***** hands Smear of words blind, dizzy Onto walls of fireless caves Out of the orange pulp of distant gerberas Hopeful, and alone Flick of sparks in air: dissolve Downward around and everywhere Like my thought I wonder, if before me now were nothing Would I jump? There’d be no pain nor fear of end There’d be nothing I must transcribe this caved orange flower Blindness somehow

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you gave me peonies freshly picked from the curb at the bus stop the very first time we talked and you asked if we could be friends and i was smiling the whole time, said "sure" we met up in the middle of the night when i couldn't sleep, we texted each other two hours prior you gave me daisies from the beds planted on somebody's front lawn (which i later found out was your home); now i admit they're my favorite from all the flower you've ever given me even though i always teased you when you did (but of course they're all deeply appreciated) when you confessed the feelings you've manifested for me, and asked if i see 'us' going anywhere i smiled and whispered in your ear "we can go anywhere we want to" and since then you sent me more, days with no occasion turned significant dahlias, morning glories, jasmines, hyacinths (sometimes id surprise you as well) lilies, chrysanthemums, tulips; i kept them all and i reminisce all the jokes we made about starting a business from our garden we were lying upon rows and rows of daffodil in the middle of a starry night hands intertwined,hearts inclined amidst the thorns and the wilted flowers you said, i made flowers bloom in your lungs and you picked and gave them to me; you said you wanted to spread the effervescence tickling your senses from the field in your mind everytime you thought of me (let the petals be the symbol of our love, you said) you were my flowerboy and now, my soil coated nail beds bury these seedlings surrounding your grave i threw all the flowers you gave me dandelions, gerberas, roses, marigolds,gardenias ,baby's breaths,magnolias; now they sleep in the ground in your eternal slumber love im sorry that all the flowers i planted in your lungs wilted, the cause of your annihilation sorry i couldn't keep them alive sorry i couldn't keep you alive but i know, you'll watch over our sunflowers and one day, we'll be reunited and we'll be frolicking in a field of yellow

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Aug 20, 2017

Aug 20, 2017 at 8:03 AM UTC

catharticveins

flowerboy

you gave me peonies freshly picked from the curb at the bus stop the very first time we talked and you asked if we could be friends and i was smiling the whole time, said "sure" we met up in the middle of the night when i couldn't sleep, we texted each other two hours prior you gave me daisies from the beds planted on somebody's front lawn (which i later found out was your home); now i admit they're my favorite from all the flower you've ever given me even though i always teased you when you did (but of course they're all deeply appreciated) when you confessed the feelings you've manifested for me, and asked if i see 'us' going anywhere i smiled and whispered in your ear "we can go anywhere we want to" and since then you sent me more, days with no occasion turned significant dahlias, morning glories, jasmines, hyacinths (sometimes id surprise you as well) lilies, chrysanthemums, tulips; i kept them all and i reminisce all the jokes we made about starting a business from our garden we were lying upon rows and rows of daffodil in the middle of a starry night hands intertwined,hearts inclined amidst the thorns and the wilted flowers you said, i made flowers bloom in your lungs and you picked and gave them to me; you said you wanted to spread the effervescence tickling your senses from the field in your mind everytime you thought of me (let the petals be the symbol of our love, you said) you were my flowerboy and now, my soil coated nail beds bury these seedlings surrounding your grave i threw all the flowers you gave me dandelions, gerberas, roses, marigolds,gardenias ,baby's breaths,magnolias; now they sleep in the ground in your eternal slumber love im sorry that all the flowers i planted in your lungs wilted, the cause of your annihilation sorry i couldn't keep them alive sorry i couldn't keep you alive but i know, you'll watch over our sunflowers and one day, we'll be reunited and we'll be frolicking in a field of yellow

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She sells flowers in little bunches, Sweet fragrances that please, Delicate sepals of life, That softly speak. Bouquets of living colours, Petals of inspiration, Roses, chrysanthemums, Daisies, carnations. Accent blossoms, gerberas, Lilies smiling in myriad hues, Sunflowers a darling yellow, Vibrant orchids in splendour blue. With her touch, beauty breathes, Glorious blossoms thrive, Delicately arranged, Floral expressions come alive. For new love that slowly blooms, For confessions yet to be said, The finest of her finest, She ribbons roses dark rich red. Fond good health thoughts, Through florals expressed, She’ll wrap with gentle care, With love’s tenderness impress. She’ll weave wreathes and garlands, Blends of wistful white, blues, pinks, For memories left behind, Now distant imprints. In sweet scents, she colours days, months, years, Walks alone each night when she is done, Back home, no florid fragrance fills her senses, To colour her world there is no one.

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Mar 11, 2024

Mar 11, 2024 at 12:17 PM UTC

nishu-mathur

The Florist

She sells flowers in little bunches, Sweet fragrances that please, Delicate sepals of life, That softly speak. Bouquets of living colours, Petals of inspiration, Roses, chrysanthemums, Daisies, carnations. Accent blossoms, gerberas, Lilies smiling in myriad hues, Sunflowers a darling yellow, Vibrant orchids in splendour blue. With her touch, beauty breathes, Glorious blossoms thrive, Delicately arranged, Floral expressions come alive. For new love that slowly blooms, For confessions yet to be said, The finest of her finest, She ribbons roses dark rich red. Fond good health thoughts, Through florals expressed, She’ll wrap with gentle care, With love’s tenderness impress. She’ll weave wreathes and garlands, Blends of wistful white, blues, pinks, For memories left behind, Now distant imprints. In sweet scents, she colours days, months, years, Walks alone each night when she is done, Back home, no florid fragrance fills her senses, To colour her world there is no one.

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Put your head on me Lay it on my shoulder. Murmur kindly at me Accept my gerberas Be the world to me. Let me know that you're breathing, at least.

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Sep 5, 2018

Sep 5, 2018 at 9:01 PM UTC

popfield

Relying On You

Put your head on me Lay it on my shoulder. Murmur kindly at me Accept my gerberas Be the world to me. Let me know that you're breathing, at least.

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Sunflowers bloom beneath a tinted blue sky, white dollop clouds in Undulating fashion, hovering over yellow petals and deep golden seeds. Nestled in soil slim tall and beautiful, birthing cordially for the Floriculturist in all of us. A wide expanse inside a garden, they Loom, over plants such as Gerberas, Lilies, Carnations and Limoniums; Open your window take in the resin scent of their lace. They are a Wonder of nature, a gift from Mother Earth herself. To name a few, Echinacea apricot rainbow, Emilia tassel and echinop globe thistles, Reviving each year with renewed strength they bring us love and beauty .

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May 26, 2021

May 26, 2021 at 7:35 PM UTC

Loretta

Sunflowers Now And Forever

Sunflowers bloom beneath a tinted blue sky, white dollop clouds in Undulating fashion, hovering over yellow petals and deep golden seeds. Nestled in soil slim tall and beautiful, birthing cordially for the Floriculturist in all of us. A wide expanse inside a garden, they Loom, over plants such as Gerberas, Lilies, Carnations and Limoniums; Open your window take in the resin scent of their lace. They are a Wonder of nature, a gift from Mother Earth herself. To name a few, Echinacea apricot rainbow, Emilia tassel and echinop globe thistles, Reviving each year with renewed strength they bring us love and beauty .

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