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If I Were A Flower - Poem by Ruth Walters
I wish I was flower Swaying in the breeze Dancing to the sunshine Singing to the bees. I wish I was a flower As pretty as could be Brightly happy coloured Giving smiles to the trees. I guess I will be ME! Matty has given many talks on autism and about being unique in a world thats often not accepting, Matty has also engaged with artist and worked on Art projects Matty usually works on an Art project at the same time as a writing one! This means posts can be a bit delayed! What a sweet happy little poem Matty, sure made me smile tonight. You know something I I think the very best thing is you hugs Rebs.
Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Aug If I were a flower. If I were a flower Perhaps if I were a flower, you'd pick me to be yours. Of course you would pick the flower that was the most exquisite, Luminous in every spectrum, But more importantly the most Beautiful blossom, Therefore plucking me from my survival. See, the anticipation was your acceptance, However, your admiration was a free ticket away from my existence Because I am a flower, And You removed me from my stem. Now, I can't breathe.
This section features a variety of rhyming poems about flowers. You'll find poetry that talks about roses, tulips, lilies, daisies, lilacs, chrysanthemums, poinsettias, orchids, and several popular and beautiful flowers. Our fascination with flowers is not only because of their color, scent and shape. But also because of what they symbolize. Regardless of our specific intentions, sharing flowers lets others know that we care about them and are thinking of them. When searching for words, flowers we share. Like a thousand sweet poems, they show that we care.
If I were a flower my petals would be fading now, drooping and withering in the early summer but if by chance you glanced my way to warm me through, We are like the flowers, we need sunshine, water and affection or we wither an die. The metaphor is well taken in this heartfelt yet sad write of longing, hope and ultimate fulfillment. Report Reply. Very thoughtful and sensitive poem. Kind regards, Mike Report Reply. Nice one.
If I were a flower my petals would be fading now, drooping and withering in the early summer but if by chance you glanced my way to warm me through, watered my weakened frame to give me strength, then I know I would survive to see the Autumn. Strange that it should be this way for summer lends itself to life and love and laughter. Here in this hole where all is dark and pained all laughter is stifled by the dank air. No sunlight filters through, no light at all. I'm cut off from friends and faces I once knew.