You are flowers
In my stomach
Cutting me open
Throu gh the cracks
Of the ribs
I only want
To be the sun
Submitted by justalostsoul 3 months ago
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You don't search for flowers in icy cold mountains. Only fools in love can sense a smell of fresh apricots in the air and hear the song of invisible siren... You don't search for flowers in icy cold mountains, you grow them there.
Submitted by JelenaKrstic 7 months ago
The flowers anew returning seasons bring,
But beauty faded has no second spring.
Submitted by robotnic about 2 years ago
Ye banks and braes o' bonie Doon,
How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair?
How can ye chant, ye little birds,
And I sae weary fu' o' care!
Thou'll break my heart, thou warbling bird,
That wantons thro' the flowering thorn:
Thou minds me o' departed joys,
Departed never to return.
Submitted by amaguire over 2 years ago
Even on the road to hell, flowers can make you smile.
Submitted by MissD over 2 years ago
There is nothing in which deduction is so necessary as religion. It can be built up as an exact science by the reasoner. Our highest assurance of the goodness of Providence seems to me to rest in the flowers. All other things, our powers, our desires, our food, are all really necessary for our existence in the first instance. But this rose is an extra.
The violets in the mountains have broken the rocks.
Submitted by LibrarianCarina over 2 years ago
Ah, Sun-flower! weary of time,
Who countest the steps of the Sun.
They're only daffodils, f*cking little show-offs. Look at me, I'm out first, I'm all yellow.
Submitted by pandorasinbox over 2 years ago
God gave us memories that we might have roses in December.
The flowers smell sweeter, the closer you are to the grave.
Submitted by Derek over 2 years ago
Poetry is the synthesis of hyacinths and biscuits.
Submitted by laura almost 3 years ago