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Poem Details | by Sam Beloved |
Categories: analogy, birth, creation, devotion, earth, flower, nature,

Seasons of Life and Death

Under the care of sun and rain
My leaves have unfurled
My buds have burst forth
My own will has been done
This was my beginning
Through the seasons
Spring brought me to life
Summer grew me to new heights
The fall must come sometime
The frost will encase my barbs
And I will return to meditation
Waiting patiently for my rebirth
For your light to peek through clouds
Your moon to hold me within night
When spring returns...
I will dance in the wind
A never ending flower

Poem Details | by Lin Lane |
Categories: bereavement, farewell, flower, rose,

Weep Not For Withered Petals

Each day another velvet petal fell Like somber tears from weeping eyes A perfect flower was severed to quell It lay withering as it drooped and died Perfect flower, from bud to bloom Sweet-scented rose, it was no wonder That stifled in that sepulcher room You were enshrined, awaiting plunder Sadness lingers in me over your demise Withered petals are always a cause for pain But I'll remember you without tears in my eyes The memory of your fragrance shall remain

Poem Details | by Jacob Reinhardt |
Categories: abuse, age, art, business, career, change, class, color, computer, conflict, death, depression, devotion, flower, green, happiness, introspection, irony, jobs, language, loneliness, lonely, longing, metaphor, nature, pain, philosophy, political, poverty, self, simile, slavery, social, society, spiritual, stress, technology, time, today, together, truth, urban, visionary, wisdom, work, world,

The Color Missing

The Color Missing
Red, black, and blue are the colors of our work pens. Red is the color of the blood we spill on other people’s mistakes.  Blue is the color of the songs we sing on tax forms or pay stubs- every page has a secret melody. Black is the color of the streets we fear most. Black is the color of our signature of approval. Black is the color of our death.

‘But what about the Green pens?’ I ask. They say ‘the ink is too hard to see.’

Poem Details | by Kelly Deschler |
Categories: death, flower, lost love, metaphor, red, rose, sad love,

Red Roses Fade To Black

Red velvet petals, only I, seduce,
With hidden danger under the disguise,
My fingers feeling shyly, I reduce,
Thorns sharpen, ready, waiting the unwise.

Before me, bleeding poison, I assume,
This flower withered, shriveled the entire,
A dark extracted substance, the perfume,
No beauty, only sorrow, I admire.

Withdrawn I wept lamenting the depart,
A rosebud, crimson, youthful, I erased,
A lifeless flower, never I impart,
nor taken with affection, I embraced.

Written by Kelly Deschler  October 23rd, 2014

Poem Details | by Ngoc Nguyen |
Categories: beauty, eulogy, flower, friendship, love, romantic, rose,

Adoring Lines to the Flower of Brazil

I love a lovely girl—a Flower
     from the sun-baked land of Brazil;
ageless, she by clock's every hour
     makes the time be perfectly still.

Though fair and gorgeously pretty, 
     she longs to be known and adored
for her heart and inward beauty, 
     where love is felt and richly stored. 

She's queenly and wears a lush crown,
     a regent who sits on her throne;
a Rose, she's praised and of renown,
     and prized for her rare grace alone.

Too selfless and giving and kind 
     to disappoint, she lives to care; 
and gives alms to the lame and blind,
     and for me always says a prayer.

Poem Details | by Emile Pinet |
Categories: death, depression, feelings, flower, hurt, imagery, sad,


Blue petals of a forget-me-not rest against a white marble headstone, and weighing heavy upon my heart I play my violin all alone. Looking out of place amidst white rock, a blue, as vivid as crimson blood rebuffs the paling pallor of death, with a promise conveyed in its bud. The icy hand of fear grips my heart shrouded in a cerulean hew as callused fingers caress the strings, lamenting the love, I felt for you. Grief resonates within every note, sending sad tears dribbling down my cheeks as I evoke happy memories, and grant my soul the comfort it seeks. (Quatrain) 4/20/2017

Poem Details | by Brian Byrne |
Categories: cancer, death, deep, depression, flower, loss, love, metaphor,


there she lay
planted beneath the soft, brittle earth

I remember picking you
no roses or tulips
just Daisy.

I was the gardener—
your gardener
what now shall I water

I cry in hopes my tears
will make you sprout
come out of your flowerbed

white and pure
yellow and cheery
green and new

I knew you were wilting
I saw you lose your petals
your eyes lost their vibrant glow

small and feeble
easily carried by the wind
you died within my gloves

now you are back where you began 
the dark, eerie ground
but this time


 you won’t grow

Poem Details | by Paul Callus |
Categories: death, flower, life,


   life after death


   atop the grave

   - - - - - 
 *Chrysanthemums symbolize optimism 
   Contest: 2 or 3 line poem
   Sponsored by Brian Strand
   Placed 3rd

Poem Details | by Robert Lindley |
Categories: art, bereavement, dark, death, heartbreak, loss, sorrow,

Single Flower, In Winter's Grip

Single Flower, In Winter's Grip
 cold and frozen heart
 graveyard, abandoned tombstone
 life, fires, dead ashes

Robert J. Lindley, 11-13-2019
Haiku, ( Where Sorrows Meet Memories )

Poem Details | by Jacqueline R. Mendoza |
Categories: angel, beautiful, beauty, black african american, bridal shower, caregiving, celebrity, childhood, christian, cousin, daughter, death of a friend, devotion, education, environment, father daughter, first love, flower, children, for her, kids, how i feel, little sister, me, mom, mother, native american, nostalgia, people, poets, school, spiritual, student, woman, women, work,

Qualities of Health Engendering Women

They see strengths
Not the limitations
These are people who will make you proud of yourself
They will tell you why you’re special
Trust you to the point you have to answer their expectations
They make you better than you normally are
You can be proud of yourself
They respect you 
For what you’ve done
Where you’ve come from
They see what you’ve experienced something real
Respect you for your courage
They live by their rules
They do not expect you to follow theirs
They are at peace to themselves
They are not proving anything to you
They are good listeners
Sincere in their interest in you
You feel important
They are available for honest
Genuine discussion
Makes you want to share yourself

Poem Details | by Constance La France |
Categories: death, flower,

Haiku- pretty flowers

pretty flowers grew in a garden window box-
death by drowning rain
____________________ June 17, 2015 Poetry/Haiku/pretty flowers Copyright Protected, ID 15--6826-29-0 All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym. For the contest, Picture Perfect Haiku #2, sponsor, Skat Second Place

Poem Details | by Rhonda Johnson-Saunders |
Categories: beauty, death, flower, life, spiritual,

The Beauty Beneath

Tears fall for each petal's descent,
descent of blooms in stone-lined graves.
Graves in silence hide their beauty,
beauty of heavenly bouquets. 

By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, 6/7/15
For Nette's Four Lines Only Contest
Visual #3.

Poem Details | by Diane M Quinlan |
Categories: cat, death, dog, flower, nature, rain,

Dead-Drunk Begonia

 cat, death, dog, flower, nature, rain,

It rained cats and dogs
My begonia bit the dust!
Dead-drunk begonia!

Poem Details | by James Inman |
Categories: lost love, pain,

Death of a Flower

sweet scented night bloom  white and pure crushed in my hand  what pain waits the dawn


Poem Details | by Diane M Quinlan |
Categories: cat, death, dog, drink, flower, rain, water,


 cat, death, dog, drink, flower, rain, water,

My begonias died today
They sucked up all their water
It rained cats and dogs!

Poem Details | by Smail Poems |
Categories: adventure, animal, april, autumn, baby, beautiful, beauty, business, caregiving, child, childhood, cowboy-western, dad, dance, dark, death, dedication, devotion, dream, easter, education, faith, family, flower, food, happiness, happy, life, love, miracle, mystery, people, rain, science, seasons, summer, thank you, thanksgiving, tree, tribute, uplifting, work,


The pain I put in the ground.
For such a precious thing.
The family enjoys their meal.
They plant their leftover kernels.
And wait for me to tend to them.
An endless cycle in which happiness is born.

21 February 2013

Poem Details | by Kate sparks |
Categories: bereavement, blue, boy, childhood, death, dedication, flower, imagery, love, memory, mother son, remember, seasons, son,

memories of spring

After the lilacs have gone by,
before golden flowers bloom
we will walk through meadows
soft and blue 
and feast on bread with honey 
stolen from autumn bees 
still drunk in love with sunflowers.

After the lilacs have gone by,
before red poppies dance,
as we wake in meadows
soft with dew
you will kiss my honeyed lips
and we will walk through springs
still drunk in love with bluebells.

After the lilacs have gone by,
before brown leaves of autumn
as we remember meadows
green and new
sweet dreams will flow like honey
from a sunflower child 
with eyes the shade of bluebells

Poem Details | by liam mcdaid |
Categories: angel, beautiful, bereavement, blessing, flower, love, magic,

You are an Angel

I think we are ment 
To be together source of light 
Give me one hour  
of your precious time 

I will give you 
a brand new life 
As this earth changes around 
growing inside our union 

The pathway 
is clear cut diamond 
as you command 
the rising deep ocean waves 

I warmly salted them with spices
As they rise and fall calming ocean breaths 
Softly mesmerised 
loving your beauty 

Turning the wheel 
steering this ship 
blowing in one direction sings 
I hunger your love 

Source of each other 
Can be found a million miles away 
we feast at the alter of purity 
With wings we fly together from the final table

Poem Details | by Susan Gentry |
Categories: flower, grave, grief, i miss you, lost, mother daughter,

Missing Mom

Flowers placed on grave

showing attempts to connect

lost without my mom

Written 2015
Placed 10th in SKAT Flower Contest Theme sponsored by SKAT A

Poem Details | by Kuleza John Lembi |
Categories: absence, cry, death of a friend, sorrow,


With soil you now one
Now gone never to return
None to wipe my tears
Flooding down my cheeks

You were healing my wounded heart
With comfort
You filled my frustrated mind
Flower withers
Death overtakes life

Now that you are gone
I lose the grave wins
Above the sky
Heading heaven you are now
May your soul rest in peace

NB: in loving memory of my best friend Innocent

Poem Details | by JAN ALLISON |
Categories: flower, funeral,

Flowers at my Funeral

I don’t want flowers at my funeral
I should add this too my will
What use are they to me when I am dead
I’d prefer them now if I were ill

I love their sheer beauty
This no one can disguise
The scent of a bunch of freesias
Brings tears to my eyes

My favourite flowers are carnations
I’ve loved them since I was a kid
Red, yellow, orange, shades
These colours I love but not on my grave

So when I’m gone and the mourning is over
I’m to be scattered where the four winds blow
Bradda Head is my chosen resting place
It’s a place I’ve often loved to go

Jan Allison
3rd April 2014

Poem Details | by Gerald Nforche |
Categories: depression, funeral, loss, nostalgiaflower, flower,


the skies are broken
and the winds ravage mad
bringing famine clad
which stir awake our ecosystem to cry

weeping tears-falling hot-
and the ecosystem destroyed clean-
clings to its last strength
while malicious man continue the strangle:

come with that cup of water
for my flower shivers cold in thirst
bring it and let me water it
else it shall fail and
                      no flower shall my lover gain

Poem Details | by arthur vaso |
Categories: creation, flower, grief, identity, introspection, passion, philosophy,

The Old Greek

The Old Greek

love flowers

anger flares 
grease fire

flowers wilt

love love
hate hate

I am king

Perle Fine
my Queen

hells fire
summers here

Poem Details | by Andrei Manzon |
Categories: absence, death, emotions, feelings, goodbye, lost love, love,

Withering Flower

This day is dying fast,
I'm afraid this would be the last.
Seeing her slowly fading away,
In her case she beautifully lay.

Tears hiding beneath the rain,
Fast pulses in my vein.
Frozen from this deep sorrow,
I wish that I'd skip to tomorrow.

Utter silence follows after grief,
My heart now is as fragile as a leaf.
She took my heart with her where she lay
And in sorrow I see her for the last time Today.

No type of bliss can carry me
From this torment that Death's given me with glee.
Once my lively beautiful flower,
Now withering in her final hour.

Poem Details | by arthur vaso |
Categories: angst, art, character, eulogy, flower, holocaust, horror,

WHITE Final Destination

I died beside her departure
Railroad tracks empty
Bloodless heart
Ashes black