Flower Weeds

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The flames flicker and illuminate

three misfits

laughing under the stars.

One weaves crowns of white and green,

then adorns their heads

and declares them royalty.

 

The king comments that they’re crowned

in weeds, and the princess

who wove them

responds that they’re flowers.

They argue, joke,

and fall from their thrones

as the flames flicker on.

And when the moon lazily reaches its peak,

the queen declares them

flower weeds.

 

The princess and king happily agree

and the royals continue in peace.

For when the flames flicker and die,

they’ll go their separate ways.

The flower weeds will be cast aside,

but their crowns will forever remain.


*(Note: This whole poem is based on a real life moment just a few days earlier. I would rather not explain the symbolism because it’s difficult to explain and specific to us. Those involved will understand when they read it. For the rest of you, you don’t need to understand. It can be whatever you imagine.)

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Remember Me, Floriography

If I am to die today,

bury me in a light, Spring rain.

Sprinkle me in Mourning Brides.

I’ll leave you with a Celandine.image

And if a Cypress grows on my grave,

won’t you bring me Moss and Nightshade?

Fill your yard with Cornel Trees

and I’ll add a touch of Butterfly Weed.

My life was speckled with pleasure and pain—

a Dog Rose that could last for days—

but, through it all, there grew Snowdrops;

always held on and never gave up.

And though mistakes followed every step,

I will never carry Purple Hyacinth.

So with a Cedar and American Cudweed,

you will live on and remember me.


*(note: Yes, I know, the title is terrible. I couldn’t think of anything else, and I hate it. If you have a better idea, please tell me! Seriously. It needs to change. I’m begging you, please.)

*(another note: Yes, I got bored and decided to see what would happen if I wrote a poem with Floriography. And I decided, why not post it? And… Yeah.)

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My Name is Hope

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Pandora was thankful that I stayed.

The Norse are less kind in how I’m portrayed.

Those of Israel sing the anthem of me.

Snyder’s scale measures my degree.

Emily said that I have feathers.

I spring eternal in Pope’s endeavor.

A beautiful diamond carries my curse.

The swallow symbolizes my rebirth.

I comforted Christian in a Castle of doubt.

At the gates of hell, Dante laid me down.

I am a virtue of the Christian religion.

I’m also a campaign for a politician.

I am the point of the African coast.

I am undoubtedly and forever Hope.


*(Note: Here’s one of the poems I wrote while bored and messing around. It turned out a lot better than I had originally expected… And it was a lot of fun to write. If you ever get the chance, try to write a poem about your name, like this! I swear, it does work for any name, not just names that are also words!)

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