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Plastic Roses

Like the love that you gave

It was all just pretend

Nothing we do could ever save

The wilted feelings we felt in the end.

And like the plastic flowers on the table

We couldn’t do anything more than we’re able

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Wilted

I would have accepted him

Just as he was

With all the flaws

Imperfections

And quirkiness

And if he gave me a wilted rose

I would have taken it in a heartbeat

The Ruined

She held the flower in her hand
Silently loving the beauty that’s grand
Slowly she closed her hands, it was no more
It will never be like it was before

Tigerlily

Beauty unaware and rare
Beauty beyond compare
Flower delicate and lovely
Blooming, stunning, heavenly
Sun colored, bursting with happiness
Fighting away all the loneliness

I am a flower,
Beauty unknown
Kept from unworthy eyes
Alone in the driest place
Untouched
I thrive, alone

Leaves Compared With Flowers

A tree’s leaves may be ever so good,
So may its bar, so may its wood;
But unless you put the right thing to its root
It never will show much flower or fruit.

But I may be one who does not care
Ever to have tree bloom or bear.
Leaves for smooth and bark for rough,
Leaves and bark may be tree enough.

Some giant trees have bloom so small
They might as well have none at all.
Late in life I have come on fern.
Now lichens are due to have their turn.

I bade men tell me which in brief,
Which is fairer, flower or leaf.
They did not have the wit to say,
Leaves by night and flowers by day.

Leaves and bar, leaves and bark,
To lean against and hear in the dark.
Petals I may have once pursued.
Leaves are all my darker mood.

– Robert Frost

Blue Roses

Roses red and roses white
Plucked I for my love’s delight.
She would none of all my posies–
Bade me gather her blue roses.

Half the world I wandered through,
Seeking where such flowers grew.
Half the world unto my quest
Answered me with laugh and jest.

Home I came at wintertide,
But my silly love had died
Seeking with her latest breath
Roses from the arms of Death.

It may be beyond the grave
She shall find what she would have.
Mine was but an idle quest–
Roses white and red are best!

– Rudyard Kipling

The beautiful flower blossoms in the winter, strong and sure

No weather can whither it for it was meant to bring color

To a colorless world of white snow

 

The salmon makes its way home no matter how treacherous

It’ll swim against the current to reach is breeding ground

No grizzly bear can stop it from reaching its goal

 

Why should you worry about life and about your struggles?

No problem is ever too big to solve

Whatever your troubles are, it will have its end

It may not be the solution you are looking for

It may be even better than you expected

 

Do not worry too much, you will be alright

Face whatever hurddle like the flower that blossoms in winter

Or like the salmon that swims head on, not minding

the dangers

You can make it, you’ll be alright

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