"lillys" poems
Some girls are lillys
waiting to be picked
some are roses
with one too many thorns
so you can't
even
touch them.
Jun 14, 2015
Jun 14, 2015 at 8:15 PM UTC
Her Face
Oh so Beautiful
The kind of beautiful that makes you stare
The kind that makes you become a better person
She changes everything
Everything about this life is dull and pointless
But that face
Her giggles
So cute and youthful
Every little squeak is adorable
Her tiny voice
Oh so cute
When she crys mama mama
It melts my heart
Lillys the only thing in my life
That makes me feel needed
Simple as that
She needs me
And I need her
When I'm around her
There's hope light and love
My everything
Lilly
Jan 4, 2012
Jan 4, 2012 at 7:45 AM UTC
Dandelions Daisys
and Daffodils
ultra twilight
Mourning Glorys
Beau coups of tragically
beautiful Buttercups
Scarlet Lillys
and Royal Violets
Violently pursued
by less than
gentle sunlight
Sharp piercing
cutting thorns
enticing with
yellow blush
and crimson Roses
Beauty for a time
a moment less
maybe moments longer
Then wilted away
Another then springing
from darkness unto light
and brilliant breath
...and another
Each purposed only to
the sustenance
of the thorns
and the beauty thereof.
-R.
(10)
-Hlywd
Aug 24, 2017
Aug 24, 2017 at 12:51 AM UTC
When silver plunges into flesh,
it is crossing the Rubicon to await the last breath.
For, the mantra They say holds true,
across this river waiting for you:
jails, institutions, death.
The Lady's of the flowers, they still speak to me.
Walking through fields filled,Tulips and Poppies and Lillys,
urging me to be free.
Their voices ensconcing, a melody most soothing.
Turmoil will never rip the light inside of us.
War cannot destroy beauty.
My brothers and sisters in this fight, unite!
Let us trample over this devastating blight,
becoming Saviors, each of us enveloped in light.
Let us gather the dust of death in our trembling palms,
blow it furiously into the wind, sowing hope,
against all odds, our fields will bloom and blossom
every color of the rainbow.
Let our gardens grow in honor of our fallen and faint, in memorial of our patron saints.
Fight gravity with everything inside and we will fly.
War cannot destroy beauty.
Dec 15, 2015
Dec 15, 2015 at 4:07 PM UTC
You step into the suns rays
Skin blooms roses and pretty lillys
Make up your hair
Your body is the most beautiful hill
Eyes turn into moon and stars
Lips are the birds who sing sweetly
Your soul is paradise
Apr 10, 2013
Apr 10, 2013 at 7:28 PM UTC