#flowers

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  • thefrozenwords 8h

    If it's Heart ..
    it will hurt ,
    If it hurts..
    it will shed..
    will shed the buds of Love
    & will again blossom
    the Flowers of Romance ��
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    एक बार तो यूं होगा..
    की दिल को सुकून होगा..।
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    #distance #daffodils #hug
    #couplegoals #flowers #lovediary

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    ©thefrozenwords

  • abrahamshan 1d

    माँ

    जिनके कदमों में बसती हैं जन्नत....
    जिनका साया करे मेरी हिफाज़त....
    जिनके दुआओं का अहम हिस्सा हूँ मैं...
    माँ मेरी सौं जिंदगियाँ तुझपे कुर्बान हैं...

    मेरी जरूरत सर- आँखों पर...
    तेरी जरूरत कुछ भी नहीं...
    मेरी शिकायत हर दम रही ...
    माँ तूने कभी शिकायत न किया
    माँ तेरा शुक्रिया ...माँ तेरा शुक्रिया

    मुझे जनम दिया पाला पोसा...
    अपना खाना भी मुझे परोसा
    कैसे भूलूँ उन रातों को...जब जब तुझे सोने न दिया
    दर्द में देख के कितना रोई...
    इक आँसू मुझे रोने न दिया

    मेरी आँखों में काजल...माथे पे काला टीका
    मुझे नजर से बचाने का हर वो तरीका
    माँ तूने सब किया
    माँ तेरा शुक्रिया ...माँ तेरा शुक्रिया
    बचपन से माँ तूने हर मोड़ पे साथ दिया
    कुछ सिरफिरे किताबों को कहते हैं...
    मेरी माँ से अच्छा कोई मेरा दोस्त ही न हुआ
    तेरा फोन काटा...तुझपे चिल्लाया...
    तेरी बातों पे मैंने मुँह भी बनाया...
    तुझे कोई गिला नहीं कोई शिकवा नहीं
    तूने हँस के टाला ...ने माफ़ कर दिया
    माँ तेरा शुक्रिया...माँ तेरा शुक्रिया

    अगर इज़ाज़त हो तुझे सज्दा करूँ...तेरी पूजा करू
    तेरी ख्वाहिशों को इंशाल्लाह पूरा करूँ
    कभी दुःखों के साये...दर्द के बादल आने न दूं
    तेरी आँचल में सुकून से सो जाऊँ कही जानें न दू
    खुदा करें हर दफा ख़ुशी का जरिया बनूँ तेरी
    हर बला और परेशानी से हफाजत करे खुदा तेरी
    मैं सौं जनम में भी नहीं कर सकता माँ तेरा हक़ अदा
    माँ तेरा शुक्रिया ...माँ तेरा शुक्रिया
    ©abrahamshan

  • anumit_13 1d

    Mother's day

    Mother's Day comes once a year. Some think that if they buy their mother flowers and a card that they have fulfilled their obligation for the rest of the year. If we would only comprehended a small part of what our mothers did for us as children. How they would literally die for us if needed. We would realize that one day is not sufficient. Mother's Day should be a time to remind us that we have been neglecting our duties as sons and daughters. This relationship is sacred let us honor our mothers.
    ©anumit_13

  • lonewarrior 2d

    The Harvest

    A seed sown in darkness of the abyss
    Grew, sprouted its leaves and blossomed;
    Flowers facing the sun—
    Who would've thought I'd turn into a tree?
    Roots deeply buried, I'm a vintage green;
    From ashes to beauty,
    From darkness to light;
    I am healed, I am revived!

    Awakening, expanding, ascending...
    My vines are reaching the heights;
    Wings breaking free from chains of bondage,
    Waking up from a comatosed state;
    My true destiny forgotten in witchcraft,
    Covered in the black veils of sin and curse;
    Door opened, light has broken in;
    Rainbow smiling upon me.

    I am flying, flying away!
    My soul sees God's face one more time
    And I shall see forever and ever;
    Survived the blazing fires of hell,
    My spirit's rising to the rhythm of my heart's song;
    The notes of music are dancing in the air
    At the sight of my Savior lover.

    The fruits are ripe, the linen smooth and white;
    Lie in wait and look up, time is little;
    The feast is bountiful, reap the harvest,
    O angels of God, strong and mighty;
    Sound the alarm, blow the trumpets!
    Your babes are coming home, Abba,
    Your babes are coming home;
    Revival to your whole house;
    The harvest is here,
    The harvest is ready!

    ©lonewarrior

  • sugandhswani_ 2d

    The May Morn Romaunt

    A walk down the street on a sunny May Morn,
    There is a yellow carpet under my feet,
    An intricate work of art by those golden chain trees,
    The luscious lively Laburnum sweating in the heat.

    A few steps further, a butterfly on red,
    Flutters her way around the flowering fest,
    As hibiscus shrubs shyly swoon to the breeze,
    Celebrating the little bug’s zeal and zest.

    A gentle giant flower, welcomes me with grace,
    Grabbed by grandeur, a touch I can’t escape.
    A mighty rose that whispered, “Mon Amour”,
    Wearing captivating colour in a never-ending cape.

    And there is the fresh fragrance,
    Of the beautiful Jasmine on green,
    Sitting like a string of ravishing white pearls,
    Almost enchanting like a decorative dream.

    Aaaahh! And now I am lost in pure love,
    Of the purple and pink and orange and white,
    Of these bright bougainvillea bushes everywhere,
    Taking over the city with all their might.

    And I take back with me a dash of colour,
    As I walk home only to treasure this moment,
    For the May flowers miss our admiring eyes,
    Praying to heal the world in their rosy romaunt.

    8th May 2021
    ©sugandhswani_

  • thebleedingmeteor 2d

    My parents told me a thing once. We mustn't pluck flowers of Parijat unless they fall on their own. And they do fall regularly, before sunrise—just amid an ending night and the coming morning. I learned the science behind this and all the related mythology. But as I gently crossed teenage and stepped into the slow process of becoming a man, I realised it's more sophisticated than a single story. If those flowers are its tears, Parijat is crying at a time no one would ever see it. Like me. Like the men I know.

    ©The bleeding meteor


    #iconography #parijat #mirakee #writersnetwork
    #flowers #men

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    Parijat

  • rhythmic_beats 4d

    Let me open the gate of life fully.

    My barefoot eagerly waiting to step an inch further, my heart singing anthem of life but what's pulling me backwards is my mind, who is murmuring not to get up from the present comfort zone that's sleeping inside the four walls. Maybe the mind knows the loop of frustration which might arise in the future, maybe my mind knows that the path which I'm seeing across that embroidered gate is full of thorns but yes, my heart can see the eternal spring blossoming outside the fenced mind, blossoming in the land of courage, determination and faith where my soul has already arrived and touching those velvety reddish crimson petals of victory which paints the moon pinkish during nights, adding tinge of fairytale to the tiring yet bold and beautiful reality of life.

    The spring of life finally hugged my perplexed mind and sparked the neurotransmitters to let the nerves flow like a river who flows ahead with magical flow. When my fingers touched those designed gate, when my eyes started driving on the pattern of gate, I saw my daily small actions breathing like an embryo surrounded by amniotic fluid of blessings showered by time, angels and God. I can see this embryo growing on that path and finally as a liberated soul playing in that heavenly garden free of all boundaries from this materialistic world webbed by poisoning ego, hatred, negativity, hopelessness, lack of self care and self love and inhumane violence.

    Now I have opened that gate fully, walking every inch slowly accumulating huge reflections of life from that brightly shining tree, where each flower is telecasting a film of myriad emotions of mind, so that any soul who starts walking on this path can remove the masks and attires hiding the real self and are actually able to see their raw version of self who is growing like a universe.

    PS. This image forced me to write this. My mind was blank but this image sparked some reality and illusions of life. I know it's too long. So sorry for that ���� image by my friend

    I guess this is the first time I'm getting a different satisfaction after writing ����

    #gate of #life
    #flowers #path #soul #awakening
    #lessons #writing
    #rhythmic_beats #mirakee @writersnetwork

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    Let
    Me
    Open
    The
    Gate
    Of
    Life
    Fully.
    Caption...
    ©rhythmic_beats

  • eleutheromaniac96 1w

    Those butterflies, they'll calm down after a while.
    And then you'll find an endless field.
    Filled with flowers.
    And thorns.
    Flowers wither if not watered.
    Thorns need your attention.

    ©eleutheromaniac96

  • suwayda_aroosh 1w

    Emblem of love
    ............. ..............


    each day
    i write a poem.
    in your love and memory.
    each night.
    words give birth to flowers.

    - emblem of love

    ©suwayda_aroosh

  • wandererinkorea 1w

    King

    Those classes, those bosses.
    Jaming and gaming, still that was loving.

    Morning sunshine, hidden in light.
    Its right, took up flight.
    Height of site, ready to fight.
    Didnt sHow back, my life wasnt hAck.

    They were right, i was not bright.
    Still didnt loose the sight.
    Focus got clear, mind got aim.
    aNd there i am. Stood among all.

    Search up insight, cheer up their night.
    They gave empathy, i return with smile.
    Key to success, humble and crumole.
    Stones in mind, arrows in brain.
    Throne as seat, king stood over the people.
    ©wandererinkorea

  • kajalpawar2911 1w

    "Why are you watering these flowers with your tears?"
    ©kajalpawar2911

  • lovehunteress 1w

    Flowers

    When you bring me flowers...
    Let them not be red that symbolises danger
    And my love for you is not dangerous.
    Pink ones are a girls color
    And i'm not your girl i'm your woman
    Let them not be white
    White is pure and peaceful
    And our love is intoxicating and passionate
    I dont want blue ones either
    Blue is of different shades
    But our love is of one shade, true love
    Let the flowers be as per my wish
    Let them be sweet and full of love
    Bring me flowers of love
    Of your time, understanding and romance
    Oh! I also love flowers of money
    ©lovehunteress

  • in_fragments 1w

    "I know how the flowers feel
    on sunny spring mornings
    as they reach their stiff stems up
    as close to the clouds as they can get,
    opening up their skin to receive
    the potent warmth of synergetic sunlight.
    They eagerly unfurl for it
    and bask in the unabashed delight
    of its nutrients, never taking
    too much or too little,
    always ecstatically absorbing
    exactly what they need.
    They notice not
    the passing of cold clocks,
    they live only to wake up, to grow openly
    and make electrifying love
    to the sun.

    I stretch out my body
    like the flowers do,
    holding open palms up to the sky,
    letting the heat and brightness graze
    every cut and scar,
    every hidden section of skin.
    I allow them to dry my tears
    and soften my frozen bones,
    releasing lashings of massive tension-
    I let out a receptive sigh as my anxieties
    evaporate on sun beams."
    ©in_fragments

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    Most of the time I hide away in the dark. This spring I want to change that. More sunflowers and bees in my life.
    #pod #poem #spring #flowers #growing #life @mirakee @writersnetwork @writersbay

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    I Know How The Flowers Feel

    I know how the flowers feel
    on sunny spring mornings...
    ©in_fragments

  • koreblack 1w

    amaryllis (closer)


    the first amaryllis of spring
    seemingly sprouted overnight
    anticipated and appreciated
    yet startling all the same

    I notice her when she is here
    streaked cream red pink and bold
    unfolded contrast to companions
    of her garden bed

    spread her between fingers
    familiar novelty of warmer days
    consistently materializing
    right when least expected

    I remember to stop
    to soak in
    the shape she takes
    after a musty rain

    in her solitude she begs
    to be taken in
    without ever truly taking her
    or bringing her inside

    single amaryllis stemming symbolism
    much like subconscious stimming
    anxious awareness that she is seldom
    considered during other seasons

    an unreasonable irreconcilable existence
    all that time spent growing
    only to bloom
    as an afterthought

    my most beloved genus
    hidden behind paint cracked concrete
    amidst intrusive weeds
    deprived needs of grander purpose

    repeating the cycle over
    that forbids her
    from taking up too much space
    discretely expands and closes out of sight

    untended – still never fails to return
    obscured eclipsed unseen
    remains faithfully persistent
    a resilience rarely found

    count on her to not recline
    in overcrowded soil
    upright brilliantly observing more
    than passing steps could notice

    in front of a home she stays
    a stranger to knowing one
    willing her own petals to unfurl
    to grow without limit

    dependent only on the sky
    and the influence of time
    free to rise infinitely
    but never free to stay

    amaryllis not mine
    delicate wild seeking rescue or possession
    bless her softness and crescendo
    in perseverant demonstration

    I want to go where she goes
    when not openly displayed
    to the place outside and underneath
    out of reach and out of mind

    longing for the days felt admired
    freshly exposed - immaculate
    will continue to surface
    even knowing they are impermanent

    amaryllis reaching toward a warmth
    as fleeting as the sun
    as fickle as the weather
    forever ready to embrace it all again

  • shubhi27 2w

    Lie..

    Standing aside...
    With no fate in my side..
    Having tears in my eyes...
    Grumbling fists are getting high...
    Terror is being a guide...
    Standing up is still not a choice...
    Logics are left behind..
    Words left their fly...
    Feet's are weak to rely...
    Heart is screaming like a child...
    Lips are denying to smile...
    Something is eating stomach from inside...
    Naval is paining from a while...
    Head is bustling from a long time...
    Ears are filled of wild butterflies...
    Nostrils getting blue lines....
    And blue cushion is the only thing I'm left to survive...
    To make everyone feel I'm totally fine...
    Like I have no blue scars left inside...
    Like I have all flowers in my life...
    Like my sky is full of colors that makes an eye...
    Yes I too lie..
    ©shubhi27

  • amatullahsabir 2w

    Under the Stars

    I love you,
    I declare it loud and clear,
    For everything you've held my hand through,
    I am yours as glimmer belongs to a chandelier.
    This one place is where I want to reside,
    Under the stars, as we lie beside.

    The sun shines bright yet soothes my core,
    The spots on the moon never seemed more beautiful,
    Every ground is now a dance floor,
    All sounds and noises now musical,
    It's now news far and wide,
    Under the stars, as we lie beside.

    I am yours as star belong to the sky,
    I am yours as rain belongs to the clouds,
    I am yours as freedom is to fly,
    I am yours as chaos belongs to crowds.
    I am yours like to moon belongs the high tide,
    Under the stars, as we lie beside.

    I love you for who I am with you,
    For the part of me you unfold,
    From deep valleys, high mountains you bring me to,
    From copper you turn my heart to gold.
    Every second that passes the feelings are amplified,
    Under the stars, as we lie beside.

    My heart is tied to your heartbeat,
    My lungs work according to your breaths,
    All my worries you make them obsolete,
    Now I don't even fear deaths.
    You've bewitched my soul I declare with pride,
    Under the stars, as we lie beside.
    ©amatullahsabir

  • amatullahsabir 2w

    Is it a letter to someone else or herself??


    #sea #ocean #moon #love #sun #snow #mountains #Wonderland #trees #flowers #nature

    Instagram: @amatullahsabir

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    I'll show my faults, then, love me more.

    I tell you I hate grey clouds,
    Can you make them storm?
    I love the freedom of flying,
    Would you cage those birds?
    I hate the trees' secret whispering,
    Will you feed them more secrets?

    I kneel in front of your throne so wise,
    I'll show you my faults, then, love me more than I can fantasize.

    I fear the walls with ears,
    Bare them and pull out their tongues.
    Look at the mountains so high,
    Hammer them to levels below the sea.
    I see a sky so bright and blue,
    Paint it black and let me gaze forever.

    I kneel in front of your throne so wise,
    I'll show you my faults, then, love me more than I can fantasize.

    I paint pictures with colours and strokes,
    Paint me one with words and breaths.
    I swim with river,
    Freeze it, for I want to walk.
    See the stars beside the moon,
    Brighten them for I love them more.

    I kneel in front of your throne so wise,
    I'll show you my faults, then, love me more than I can fantasize.

    Run to the caves behind the waterfall,
    Seize the water and reveal them to the world.
    I see your eyes fall upon everything,
    Blindfold me and show me the world through them.
    Travel the whole world with me,
    Promising to be mine till the end of it all.

    I kneel in front of your throne so wise,
    I'll show you my faults, then, love me more than I can fantasize.
    ©amatullahsabir

  • amatullahsabir 2w

    Halcyon Land

    I am off to the place of my dreams,
    A place of overwhelming extremes.
    I gain more speed,
    As my destination's closeness is guaranteed.
    I cannot see it yet, but I do hear,
    And nothing in my heart is unclear.
    The beautiful sounds so prominent,
    On my conscience only happiness is dominant.
    Sounds of freedom as birds flapped their wings,
    With undeniable melody in my ear it rings.
    Sounds of happiness as rain touches the ground
    I could feel the magic, that was so renowned.
    Sounds of love as waves caresses the land,
    In awe, to hear I halt and stand.
    So entranced by the preview,
    I run fast to a terrain I heard of, but never knew.
    I run, run, run, and run,
    Until to a missed breath I complete the journey I had begun.
    I stood in a land of bright nights,
    A place where days had dimmed lights.
    In summer, on bare branches the sun shone,
    And snow fell on green leaves and grass known.
    Tsunami barely touched the land dry,
    While waves covered the lands, and the air it would mystify.
    Grey clouds so soft and scarce,
    While thunder created by white clouds so fierce.
    The habitants here walk on oceans,
    While to swim the lands they have chosen.
    Trees here are covered by infinite flowers,
    And scarce leaves that can be counted in few hours.
    More wondrous than a dreamy wonderland,
    Such is the beauty of Halcyon Land.
    ©amatullahsabir

  • gpdoriya 3w



    फुल कभी ये नही कहता की
    मै महक रहा हु
    आओ और मेरी खुश्बु का मजा लो
    हर हाल मे महकना फीतरत है फुलो की

    ©gpdoriya

  • deerfuture 153w

    Handcrafted

    Bluish blush of these
    Could make you feel
    The aroma of these
    Could make you heal
    Once you set your eyes on these
    You get to know its real breeze....
    ©deerfuture