Flowers growing on the beach Some flowers are peachy pears Some are long and slim and sleek I swear I love every colour there Especially with long blonde hair The waves are gently lapping at their feet One two three they are in my every heartbeat I can’t take my eyes off the curves that meet The shoes they wear are crippling me just watching makes me weep I rub some sun oil on because I don’t think I can take this heat Flowers growing on the beach Just lead me there ……………..yeah ………….yeah………..yeah
I am a poet through and through and anyone that tells you different you must deny it and slap them across the face very roughly indeed. I love the normal things in life and turning them into mysterious meaningful emotionally attached fascinating object or subjects.
As if it was a long drawn wait As if she is the known one The people’s sound And the sound of silence Pure pleasure of bondless Bondings That light The light of nipple flowers Upward Not in direction But
Giving and receiving is bright when all the flowers make delight to brighten all the days sent in so many ways bouquets are rolled in different colours trailed with dressing of pink bows Hyacinths and Roses makes the most of
(1) A flower is a colorful scrabbling over a garden’s cheeks and a flying kiss into air. (2) A flower is a state of confusion, whenever a stigma erects up into a silky bed. (3) A flower is martyrdom on
Do not be a stranger come on and write. Your poems like flowers in the garden of life. When you are gone there is no sunshine around. So please be here because you are a wonderful scribe. Your words are
Evergreen Love never bows – to flowers from vixens. Poised by the warmth of two hearts; fighting gossip with kindness. It walks on trust between two souls- tracked by wolves lost to its fragrance! With honesty, it sheds greedy tendencies-