#poetry about flowers

[mourningd0ves]

The mint from your breath, the milk from your breast, the best of your mind, now in its worst state of condition. From the womb to the tomb, as a mild flower, you break your petals upon blossom, and seize death openly. Leaving your fragrance to spin and dance, one last time before being blown away. - Author: Anthony Liccione

[shann-on]

Flower Garden

Photo by Susan Flores on Pexels. I wish that happiness was tangible Something that I could pluck like A flower from a bright and beautiful garden And slip into my pocket So that whenever you are feeling blue I could give it to you

[tanyaluca]

Mesmerizing Mimosas…

Tanya Luca

[bloomxng-per4wxnkle]

Came across a post on pinterest about peonies- how they bloom for 100 years and are thus used to symbolise happy and long marriages. And I can't stop thinking about how Wei Wuxian tossed these peonies at Lan Wangji during his first life.

And I'm also thinking about how Lan Wangji pressed one of those peonies into the notebook on which Wei wuxian transcribed the Lan clan rules, on the page which explains the significance of the Lan clan forehead ribbon...

And just like how peonies are said to bloom for a hundred years, Lan Wangji's love for Wei Wuxian never withered even after all those long years...

Edit: okay guys, I just saw an old post on tumblr about the audio drama. In the AD, when Wei Wuxian tosses peonies at Lan Wangji, the music that plays in the background is called 'silent confession'

...

Yeah.

The post is from @/xinyuenii in case anyone's wondering

[nyan-bynary]

Thinking about how everything yuuji did with sukuna (catching crawfish, archery, picking and naming different flowers, taking him to see horses) are all activities that were all doable in the heian era,,, maybe yuuji was trying to reach out to sukuna's humanity through connecting on possible childhood memories they could have in common,,,

[simmyfrobby]

a study in Flower

[artemis-moon101]

theres something poetic about being young and picking up the little yellow dandelions and calling them flowers. and every single time an adult says no thats a weed. don't give it to me thats not a flower thats a weed. its ugly and its bad because of what we call it. so you stop picking them. you stop putting them behind you ear or tying the stems together. nobody likes weeds anyways, right?

[lovethytendytenderly]

I've Got All This Ringing In My Ears And None On My Fingers by Fall Out Boy // an edit a day til penguins hockey, a countdown (day 25)

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[imfullofworms]

[thegreatyin]

there's a post going around FLblr about making limericks for ur ocs and i want to throw the scoundrel in so bad but unfortunately. im not actually good at poetry

[secretsiwhispertothemoon]

[z3rovski]

Death is not the end

Death can never be the end

Death is the road

Life is the traveller

The soul is the guide

- Sri Chinmoy

[tanyaluca]

Jasmine Window…

Tanya Luca

[hersurvival]

I used the last of my pressed,

Dried pansies today on a poem for you -

The first I ever wrote,

The one you didn't know about,

But had secretly given you a line or two

In a note once -

Glued them to the back and placed them

In an organza bag with a polaroid of us.

@nosebleedclub September 19th - The Last of the Flower Garden

[coquelicoq]

me after reading four poems by internationally beloved, critically acclaimed, insanely influential 19th-century poet charles baudelaire: wow this guy's emo lol

[coffeexxcigarettes]

Grab My Hand

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Torn from the same cloth,

Suffering in silence.

Where I learned to scream,

You learned the hushed tones.

Where I learned anger,

You learned to swallow it.

Where I am numb,

You are beginning to feel.

Meeting you felt like

Spilling watercolor all over me.

Bleeding hues

I've never experienced.

Fears,

And the way I've always screamed-

But never for somebody,

Never the way I long to,

For you.

You've been strong.

A flower coiled against storms

That would've wiped the land.

Let me shed light

Upon the sins you've sat with,

Let me set the garden on fire.

I'll unearth you with care,

Carry you to safety.

Leaving the thick smoke of once burning flames

That you put out with your laughter,

Like rain.

I know how to fight,

I've fought plenty.

Let me fight for you.

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