Spring Is Here
Spring is here as life begins,
A new cycle of change is about to take place,
A brand new name to the baby boom,
To the flowers that bloom,
Bees buzzing as they race to collect back to the hive,
As birds take a dive into the pond,
I wonder who won,
The fish or the bird.
Incoming rain clouds,
Listen to the rain clouds,
More it rains and the thunder cracks,
The more babies will laugh.
As light skin turns a little brown,
We'll cozy up next to a fire,
Away from township,
As the sound of crickets surround the crackling of the firewood,
Roasting marshmallows until their golden,
As we travel, the wheels keep rolling.
©wifey_suicide
#flowers
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#thunder
I wonder, if i can bring thunder.
Lights up the sky, rains up the grounds.
People stuck inside, silence is around.
Water in ground, leafs floating on the streets.
Lets create a treat, with fritters on table.
Group of three friends, cans of whisky.
Chatting all around, those old memories.
Those sudden silence in the between.
Beeps in the ear. Makes you forget everything you did.
I wonder, there is a thunder. -
thepastelink 4d
I see graves
Of once beautiful flowers
I say flowers
I mean people.
They touched my soul
Selfless service
Was all they gave
I drew their faces.
When I say faces
I mean memories.
©thepastelink -
inkandfable670 1w
As I love flowers......
An Ode To My Flowers......
O darlings of summer
O mates of spring
O friends of winter
Don't get jealous, when
I bring, some new comers ,
I'm lucky to have you all
Enjoy your delightful company,
Amidst you, some are cared more by me
Hope you don't get angry, live with harmony,
O ROSE FLOWER,
You are really brave and adventurous
Surrounded with thorns, but never gets hurts,
Teach me how to bloom beautifully
Even in millions of obstacles ,
O JASMINE FLOWER,
You are pure, simple and virtuous
Teach me how to keep goodness in me
As you hide fragrance in your petals
Which can be feel, but not visible ,
O CHRYSANTHEMUM FLOWER,
The beloved of chilly winter
No doubt, you are stronger than I think
That's why you befriended with dead human beings
Teach me how to embrace death with no fears,
O Flowers ,
Which are hanging on a feeble vine
How do you count on stems so weak
Teach me how to climb on highest peak
Even with my fully broken feet,
O my lovely flowers,
You all are dearer to my heart,
Pardon me, if I forget to water
When the cruel sunny rays fall,
Skips the care , that you need
When I'm indulged in regular deed,
I know, you all are so humble
Love me as I love you,
My balcony looks like a little garden
All thanks to you.
©inkandfable670
#wod #pod
#flowers #learn
#ode #mirakee
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Thank you so much @writersnetworkAn Ode to
my Flowers
©inkandfable670 -
Flowers
Fallen flowers still flourish
From stems being cut, petals clipped
Like a sweet scented perfume,
Carries the charm of its own.
The florist's hands,
Where creation of beauty lands,
A bouquet like never before seen
exchanges vows with the little girl's dream.
Fallen indeed it was
For two birds did fall in love
A sacrifice should I call?
For we made them expire before it's due?
Fallen are the flowers
Yet dewdrops settle nevertheless
This captivating subtleties
Embedded in nature's bounty
Conceal secrets of unwritten fate,
Of you and me
It was never meant to bloom fully
It was never meant to die early
It just lie there beautifully designed
Like some flowers are meant to be.
©yoyowrites_ -
pur_ple 1w
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I remember meeting her
On a velvety summer afternoon.
When the scorching sun left
no stone unturned to make
my skin burn;
I saw her swaying her feet in
the field full of roses.
She was dressed in rich
coloured petals.
The frills of her frock,
when swayed,
sprinkled stardust of hope
over the dried and hopeless
petals of roses.
Her irises are the ocean of nebulae
Oh-so-dreamy !
Yet the corners of her eyes,
aren't oblivious to the harsh realities
of the despotic world.
She is a beauty with brains,
With a heart that can contain the
entire colossal universe.
A rare combination, I must say!
The locks of her glossy raven hair
carry wools of the most meticulous metaphors,
which she weaves into a comforting cardigan
of poetry when the broken hearts of some
can't sustain the sullen wintry chills.
She is a rebellious queen.
At the times of adversity,
She lifts the hem of her
lazuline flowy dress;
Oh-so-gracefully yet fiercely,
Defying the atrocities of season and time.
At the time when the night arrives,
Knocking at my door step,
Boasting to me about her moon,
I smile,
And recite to her the poesies of
my Margeurite's heart;
Which shines like the starry diamonds
in the sky, even on the eve of new moon's.
/she is a blue marguerite daisy
in the field full of red roses/
©purple | 7 April '21
PS :Margeurite is a girl's name which means 'pearl'. Also, blue margeurite daisies are the daisies which are blue in hue, as the name suggests. Daisies are the April's birth flower.
Happiest 19th to my dost who is no more my nayi nayi dost @arya_abhipsa ! Thank you for being my dear bestie, the chimmie to my hobi and the ary to my darshie!
Me lobes you okay!
I can't believe its already a year since I made an acquaintance with this beautiful hooman. Time really passes fast, huh ಥ‿ಥ
#chimchimbday #aryabirthday #flowers.
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Sunflowers are a sign of optimism. Just like how they turn towards the Sun, we too need to turn and look at the brighter side of life.
©the_alaasisters -
Flowers
Myriads of colours as far as eyes could go,
And intoxicating fragrance filled the air ,
Couldn't help but utter in delight,
'If there is heaven on the Earth ,then it must be it!!!'
Went to rose first,asked if I could wear it's colour red?
And dab a little of it's lingering fragrance,
As I want to spread love as she!!
Just then the corner of my eyes caught ,
Colour purple of lavender,
Without which the summer fields incomplete,
And it's aroma and oils heals,
Plethora of human ills!!
Far from one end ,the Bougenvillia,
Winked at me,
'Hey! Why ignore me ?,'It said
The most sturdy and perennial,
Embellish the roads and fences !!
Then how could I leave the Hibiscus,
The flowers of all purpose,
When on maidens, it's 'Manmohini'
Why not for it's favourite of 'Shakti'!!
These and more ,painted the fields ,
Far beyond the eyes could behold!!!
But before I bid them bye ,
All said in their sweet voice ,
As sweet as honey,
' All we want is fill your day,
With bliss !!
As you have forgotten,
In your meaningless pursuit of
Pleasure!!!
What you don't know is -
This is the real treasure!!!
I returned home ,with my eyes and heart ,
Filled with happiness unknown before!!
Yes!Yes!
This is the source ultimate,
Of what is called 'fulfillment'!!!!!!!
©nevz23 -
Sweet Scents
I woke up to a day filled with color, a
gorgeous array of velvety petaled lovers,
Softly swaying and wafting sweet scents,
Freesias, and daises, and lilies were sent.
Roses and tulips in every tone, Carnations
And Dahlias through the window shone. Chrysanthemums and sunflowers so yellow and bright, brought in the sunshine with all of their light. A day filled with flowers in springtime is best. I lean to breathe in this lovely bouquet at my chest. I'm grateful for each and every sweet color today and the sweet flowers that will come this May.
©queeniedoll1924 -
Look at me
I look for the Sun
If I don’t get it,
Worries, none.
Simply I turn
To go after my desire
Making my own way
To follow my Sun
I am the Sunflower:
I live for none.
©yayshi -
With a nosegay of white chrysanthemum and a four-leafed clover,
I ask you darling, will you be mine?
I give you a corsage of black bryony with red dahlias all over,
To let you know I'm forever thine!
©passionbookworm -
sonu99 1w
#flowers, #flower, #wod, #pod, #valley, #beautiful, @writersnetwork,@writerstolli,@mirakee,@mirakeeworld
There lies a beautiful dreamland,
In the far hills of Uttarakhand.
The place is called "The Valley of Flowers",
With all its pretty magical bowers.
The brightest yellow flowers has carpeted the ground,
With blue ones like tiny stars twinkling between grasses all around.
Red flowers blooming in bushes,
And the white ones peeping out of stone spaces.
Each flower is nature's wonderful creation,
And is a soul blossoming as God's incarnation.
©sonu99
05/04/2021The Valley of Flowers
There lies a beautiful dreamland,
In the far hills of Uttarakhand.
The place is called "The Valley of Flowers",
With all its pretty magical bowers.
The brightest yellow flowers has carpeted the ground,
With blue ones like tiny stars twinkling between grasses all around.
Red flowers blooming in bushes,
And the white ones peeping out of stone spaces.
Each flower is nature's wonderful creation,
And is a soul blossoming as God's incarnation.
©sonu99
05/04/2021 -
She is a flower
She grows in the mud of misbeliefs and impurity,
and miraculously re-blooms in the morning,
just like a lotus, she is a queen in herself .
She is symbolic of pride and prosperity
of mind's and soul's clarity,
She's no less than a lily, full of undescribable beauty.
She loves nature, just like magnolia
She stands for her dignity, as that of dahlia
She herself is a compliment, like the bouquet of irises
She is synonymous to love, like that of red roses.
She is jasmine to your perfume,
She's cornflower to your wealth,
She's poppy to your memories,
She's chamomile to your restlessness.
In anger, she's the peony!
In innocence, she's the lily of the valley,
In passion, she's the lilac;
Once you respect her, you will always have her back!
Among wildflowers, she's the valerian,
Among blossoms, she's the forget me not,
Among desserts, she is the hibiscus,
And among bouquets ,she's that of tulips!
She is not just a flower,
She carries a garden of attributes with herself.
Delicate enough to handle
and strong enough to be wild and weird.
She is a charm, as adorable as flora,
She is lovable, one of a kind.
She is the finest flower on the earth.
©hansika_bansal -
Lotus vs Periwinkle
Today I selected two flowers from the flower show of opposite characters. One wants to grow with purity to reach enlightenment, the other towards cheap popularity. one gets place in the temple and the other to the ground of burial. Both survive in harsh conditions, one emerge from dirt with dignity, untainted. The other invade fast and makes itself a poisonous weed trailing and overtaking other plants, choking them to death.
Flower of Wisdom
From darkness to light
My journey is a plight
Murky water around
All gloomy surround
Extending myself to grow
To meet the spiritual glow
Budding flowers will bloom there
Opening my hidden purity in layer
Untainted leaves of mine
Where dew drops will shine
Awakening beauty will arise
Untouched elegant and wise
I will bloom as a lotus divine
Uprooted from dirt
To enshrine
Poor Periwinkle
Pink, white and lavender
Bloom throughout the year
Grow without much care
Found everywhere
Spread fast to occupy all space
Dry soil, fervent sun, nothing stops its pace
Shiny, oily leaves it maintains
To beat all plants, odd it sustains
To accentuate and to be ornate
Forgot to develop its floral scent
No one takes pain to plant it
Nurture with joy
It's blossoms delicate
No one pluck it to worship deity
Is it popularity? I feel pity!
~k_paul
©aditya_paul
©K-paul -
Like the red rose,we need to represent love and be pure just like the white rose.
There's no harm in accepting one's own beauty, being strong and appreciating wealth like the orchid. A new beginning or rebirth doesn't kill just like the daffodil or tulips. And like the hibiscus let's use our strength as healing properties to help those around us.
A bouquet of these flowers would always keep us going
©jubilaria -
Life is too short for having battles so just live like a flower
It enchanters the hands of its murderer
©kashaf_gill -
sans_bornes 1w
Will delete this.
My pen forgot to write ;_;;;
@thelostmetaphor @turquoise_stars for you two <333
#flowers
@writersnetwork thanksThose flowers
.
During the fading days,
Chrysanthemum,
Bring a smile on my lips.
On the sunny days,
Sunflowers,
Tanning my face.
On the showering days,
Jasmine,
Touches my soul.
During chilly days,
Carnations,
Giving me a bliss.
Finally the spring comes,
And blooms all,
Let it be me or flowers.
©sans_bornes -
miss_silentlyweird 1w
She take him into flower show,
While hands entwined his feelings overflow,
Excitedly she look around into flowers around them,
She explain what kinds are those with dynamism,
She start with a cheerful yellow bulb flower as it bloom in the spring,
Called “Aconite" where sweet honey fragrance cling,
Then, secondly is “ Floss flower" also known as “Ageratums,"
Comes in different shade of colors blue, pink and white blooms,
Last is “Angelonia" that keep blooming all summer even if removed,
She said take a look, you'll notice light scent that reminiscent of apple unmoved,
She take a second and question him “So what is your judgement after all?"
“Which flower will you choose that makes you enthralled?"
He smile and look at her eyes saying “To all the flower present here—"
"You are the one who enthralled me the most like a sightseer"
—©miss_silentlyweird
#flowers #wod @mirakee
Source: Pinterest
Kinda late and lame ;)(You're the flower I will choose forever to keep within the books of my poems and my heart even when time's comes your love withers.
//©miss_silentlyweird// -
Do You Love Me?
Do you love me?
Or do you love me not?
I'm sorry if I act like a porcelain vase in a sad corner,
stagnant with things that stink.
I just want to know.
So, I'm sorry for being a Rose
even if I know you like Lilies the most.
Do you love me?
Or do you love me not?
I'm sorry if I live my life in Sunflowers yet
My lips are growing weeds out of anxiety and panic attacks.
I guess I'm too fragile
for this flower bed of life,
Too delicate for a little extra rain.
Do you love me?
Or do you love me not?
I'm sorry I'm a Dandelion lost in a bed of Daisies,
But I want you to know
that every time the wind blows
and carry me here and there,
I run with fire in my mouth
just to be where you are.
Do you love me?
Or do you love me not?
I'm sorry I'm a wreath of catastrophes
since birth
Longing to be accepted
like a lovely bouquet of Daffodils.
I'm sorry.
I just want to belong somewhere
I fit perfectly,
where my fingers intertwine
with the skies,
where Marigolds giggle with the wind
in July,
somewhere the sun never dies.
04.05.21 -
being_hustler 1w
@odysseus @readwriteunite @writersnetwork
Every flower that blossom the bush with the affection and serenity is the way of nature hinting us to give love, compassion and serenity to the world,
Different flowers just describes the emotions that the nature is trying to convey through us..
Red rose = A compassion of true love and moments of inclination towards someone who is meant or beloved to you not just a girlfriend or boyfriend but also to your loved ones who are there with you at every step of your life.
Lilies = A true blue emotion for devotion and purity that describes selflessness of a human being in each form many countries have been using it as a form of greetings in weddings to encourage the next 100 years of love and togetherness.
Carnations = A symbol of true good luck and pure love while the striped carnation is the form of regret in loss of loved once. The nature is trying to blossom in us with the vigilance of carnations which derives the vice versa emotions stitched in just one string.
Hydrangea = A symbol of deep understanding someone in every situation. The bond of true friendship is created within us to cherish the human connections that we have in our surrounding.
Flowers are thoroughly a gift of nature that emblematize the feelings that captivates every human emotions connects deep within the soul and conveys the gift of art by our mother nature..
- Juhi Desai
#wod #flowers #mirakeeBlossom..
©being_hustler