"repot" poems - Hello Poetry

Sometimes when you repot a plant, no matter how healthy the new location it curls up into itself and dies. Even though there's just as much water and just as much sunlight hell, maybe even more the plant can't grow anymore. It's shocked, it's stressed, it's already weak. A move can do a plant good, but sometimes it's too much, too fast. Except Sometimes when you repot a plant it does just fine. It hardly takes notice, or maybe it thrives even more. The plant grows taller looks brighter smells sweeter stretches its roots deep into the soil and leans into the warm sun on its leaves. being somewhere else is not the same as being nowhere at all just like being loved differently is not the same as being loved less

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Apr 16, 2013

Apr 16, 2013 at 10:48 PM UTC

noah

Repotting

Sometimes when you repot a plant, no matter how healthy the new location it curls up into itself and dies. Even though there's just as much water and just as much sunlight hell, maybe even more the plant can't grow anymore. It's shocked, it's stressed, it's already weak. A move can do a plant good, but sometimes it's too much, too fast. Except Sometimes when you repot a plant it does just fine. It hardly takes notice, or maybe it thrives even more. The plant grows taller looks brighter smells sweeter stretches its roots deep into the soil and leans into the warm sun on its leaves. being somewhere else is not the same as being nowhere at all just like being loved differently is not the same as being loved less

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We are our favourite flowers Steeped in a full vase Seasons pass - with the dipping water. We forget / or were not taught. To add our own flower food. To cut our own stems. To cultivate our own cuttings. Seek not to be crisp, divine, distinct For it is already apparent. Be it if you are fanned, variegated or needled voluptuous or diffident fresh or heartfelt Or just ****** herbaceous We are own favourites. We forget that to be in the vase was a choice For we can always resettle, reposition, repot, for the coming season.

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Feb 10, 2019

Feb 10, 2019 at 2:39 AM UTC

jameslo

Fresh-cut

We are our favourite flowers Steeped in a full vase Seasons pass - with the dipping water. We forget / or were not taught. To add our own flower food. To cut our own stems. To cultivate our own cuttings. Seek not to be crisp, divine, distinct For it is already apparent. Be it if you are fanned, variegated or needled voluptuous or diffident fresh or heartfelt Or just ****** herbaceous We are own favourites. We forget that to be in the vase was a choice For we can always resettle, reposition, repot, for the coming season.

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biarkan saja membekas kalau memang ia murni; sejati jangan dipagari buat apa repot-repot? "aku yang bunuh", ujarmu tapi selalu kau cari ia yang bersalah kau tak pahat tumbuh; tak juga lukis mekar tanggalkan permainanmu seolah-olah Tuhan lupa kah tuan pernah belajar melangkah saat ibu membawamu ke gurun? tanpa se-utas pun hak memilih bahwa taman adalah cita-citamu — a

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Apr 16, 2020

Apr 16, 2020 at 12:03 PM UTC

brokenvow

di antara

biarkan saja membekas kalau memang ia murni; sejati jangan dipagari buat apa repot-repot? "aku yang bunuh", ujarmu tapi selalu kau cari ia yang bersalah kau tak pahat tumbuh; tak juga lukis mekar tanggalkan permainanmu seolah-olah Tuhan lupa kah tuan pernah belajar melangkah saat ibu membawamu ke gurun? tanpa se-utas pun hak memilih bahwa taman adalah cita-citamu — a

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