Poetry competition CLOSED 10th December 2012 8:51pm
WINNER
gorryone810
gorryone810
RUNNERS-UP:
shaunda
and nellul
Flower Petals
Poetry Contest Description
Do you pluck off flower pedals in hope your crush likes you back?
Think back to the silly days of counting flower petals and write about a silly crush. Be creative, think back to when you were young and nieve
Rules
no clabs
2 entries per poet
GO!
Rules
no clabs
2 entries per poet
GO!
Anonymous
Eventually They Wilt
Across the room our eyes meet
he never once looks away
I feel my cheeks turn shades of crimson
He Loves Me
My number I slip into his pocket
as I walk by him, heading home
days pass and the phone never rings
He Loves Me Not
At last, the call I have waited for
a connection unlike any other
two hearts beating as one
He Loves Me
The perfume of the fragrant rose
could only last so long
then the petals wilt and fall to the floor
as did the romance...that we have no more
He Loves Me Not
Across the room our eyes meet
he never once looks away
I feel my cheeks turn shades of crimson
He Loves Me
My number I slip into his pocket
as I walk by him, heading home
days pass and the phone never rings
He Loves Me Not
At last, the call I have waited for
a connection unlike any other
two hearts beating as one
He Loves Me
The perfume of the fragrant rose
could only last so long
then the petals wilt and fall to the floor
as did the romance...that we have no more
He Loves Me Not
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Death of a daisy
A daisy flower
is so much more
than humans give us credit for
the very first flowers of Amour
We know we're special
from our birth
our womb is the brown
of our mother earth
our petals grasping for the sky
unfurling yet we know not why
on whispers of wind
our elders laugh
and a pretty young girl
skips down the path
humming tunes of a love yet to be
upon seeing our petals
she drops to her knees
sweet young thing pretty as you please
our petals stretch out
we are ready for flight
we will catch the wind
to be gone from your sight
it's time say the elders
to do what you aught
as the pretty girl sings
love me love me not
Death of a daisy
A daisy flower
is so much more
than humans give us credit for
the very first flowers of Amour
We know we're special
from our birth
our womb is the brown
of our mother earth
our petals grasping for the sky
unfurling yet we know not why
on whispers of wind
our elders laugh
and a pretty young girl
skips down the path
humming tunes of a love yet to be
upon seeing our petals
she drops to her knees
sweet young thing pretty as you please
our petals stretch out
we are ready for flight
we will catch the wind
to be gone from your sight
it's time say the elders
to do what you aught
as the pretty girl sings
love me love me not
Anonymous
A FLOWERS POWER
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Pale
Pure
Innocence
I
child
Running wild
Find the boy
With the roses
On his cheeks
As he steals
A smile
All the while
Picking daisies
He said, you are a petal
an orchid...
When the southern wind blows
I still hear his voice
Saying that every flower knows
What true beauty is
Magical awakening
Sleeping beauty kiss
Upon a daisy, I wish
Too much, too little, too late
The poppy fields wont wait....
love me - love me not
how strange it is to kill a flower
for a game of “he loves me – he loves me not”
playing God with the unknown
heart fluttering with the right answer
face scrunching in discontent
at “he loves me not”
so we’ll pick another daisy
and do it all over
hoping for an answer
that is truthless either way
for daisies are just flowers
and don’t hold the power of God
or the ability to tell us
our unknown futures
“he loves me – he loves me not…”
how strange it is to kill a flower
for a game of “he loves me – he loves me not”
playing God with the unknown
heart fluttering with the right answer
face scrunching in discontent
at “he loves me not”
so we’ll pick another daisy
and do it all over
hoping for an answer
that is truthless either way
for daisies are just flowers
and don’t hold the power of God
or the ability to tell us
our unknown futures
“he loves me – he loves me not…”
She loves me
Feeling so light headed and yet so sad.
The burden so heavy as never has had,
nothing has ever felt this way,
It started some days ago and won't go away.
Picking a flower, blooming so nice.
After pulling it out, it slowly dies.
But it serves a purpose, it won't die in vain.
Tell me my future, soothe my pain.
As I'm ripping one petal after the other,
I try that one thing I learned from my mother.
And so I start counting as far as it goes.
"She loves me. She loves me not, oh noes!"
And flower after flower will slowly die
as I am not pleased and need another try.
"She loves me. She loves me even more.
She doesn't love me." My heart feels sore.
In a bed of petals I sit and cry.
Does she love me, and if, so tell me why?
What's so good about me, what can I do?
Will the future that the flower told come true?
Feeling so light headed and yet so sad.
The burden so heavy as never has had,
nothing has ever felt this way,
It started some days ago and won't go away.
Picking a flower, blooming so nice.
After pulling it out, it slowly dies.
But it serves a purpose, it won't die in vain.
Tell me my future, soothe my pain.
As I'm ripping one petal after the other,
I try that one thing I learned from my mother.
And so I start counting as far as it goes.
"She loves me. She loves me not, oh noes!"
And flower after flower will slowly die
as I am not pleased and need another try.
"She loves me. She loves me even more.
She doesn't love me." My heart feels sore.
In a bed of petals I sit and cry.
Does she love me, and if, so tell me why?
What's so good about me, what can I do?
Will the future that the flower told come true?
