Category: flowers
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Buzz
I wrote this poem during a poetry class I taught a year ago. Hopefully you like it. The buzz of honey bees In mid flight The allure of flowers is a tease Oh, too enjoy a sweetness so light It has planted a hope Deep in my chest To no longer mope Now that I…
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Any Place
It always starts with flowers Sweet talk Bliss dreams Long nights talking till midnight Loving to be in each others space Anytime, any place Love always, Ayesha
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Bike Ride
The sun rose that Saturday morning, Blue birds chirp a song of life and passion The bees buzzing brought on anticipation As they landed on unsuspecting flowers in full bloom The colors of red, violet, turquoise and fuschia are vivid They speak to me like the grasshoppers rubbing their hind legs The lone duck in…
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Beautiful Flowers
Friends are like beautiful flowers They dance when the wind blows Petals soft, rolling velvet Attracting bees and good times Blossoming in spring They are colorful and full of life Rooted in traditions and old things Taking in the rain Speaking with the birds Providing shade and shelter for those in need All the compassion…
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Something Sweet
Spiraling in circles Like water flushing down into pipes That lead to unknown places A soft, spongy, pink, sweetness That flows into another bite Gripped in an unflinching hand by a person That looks forward to the taste it brings We desire sugar Like children running after cotton candy at an amusement park It feels…
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Thought: Spores
Some people are like dandelion spores in the wind. They’ll blow anywhere. Love always, Esha
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Unbroken Time
Money is temporary. It will waste away like dandelion spores blowing in the wind. It will cease to exist like silent tears pouring from restless eyes. But the love amassed by two people will live on through the annals of unbroken time. So make something worth keeping. Love always, Esha <3
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Peaceful Moments
Checkout Spotify Podcast Hope Speaks It’s okay now. The tears have created something beautiful. My time for happiness has arrived with the blossoming of fresh flowers in April and May. Sad days have been washed away. And peaceful moments are here to stay. That’s why it’s okay. Love always, Esha
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