to be a flower
is to bend and sway
to blow in the breeze
this way and that
to never get to choose
where the wind takes you
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to be a flower
is to be light and sweet
colorful and lovely
small and fragile
to be pointed at
seeked out
gawked at
to be loved from afar
destined to be ruined up close
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to be a flower
is to die slowly
to have parts of yourself torn
ripped away at
to be left to wither
when the sun
once so bright
never shines upon you again
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to be a flower
is to see yourself everywhere
yet be alone
unable to move or breathe
with stem cracked
with petals torn
with blood on the leaves
About the Creator
angela hepworth
Hello! I’m Angela and I love writing fiction—sometimes poetry if I’m feeling frisky. I delve into the dark, the sad, the silly, the sexy, and the stupid. Come check me out!
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Comments (14)
This is lovely. Please write a version of this but with poison flowers, too... Delicate, but deadly.
Beauty. Wonderful to have for the moment, but doesn't last. Good call, Angela!
This poem beautiful capture the essence of a flower's life, Excellent!!
Beautiful way of thinking outside of the box. Sometimes being pretty is just a set up for others to disregard the real beauty.
Emotionally beautiful in the sense that I felt very connected to the perspective. Love your poem! 💌
Wow. This was an interesting perspective of a flower.
Mesmerising
Wow, wow. I love to see more and more from you!!!
Fleeting beauty followed by ruin. The fate of many.
That is beautiful! 🩷
Gosh this was so heartbreaking 🥺🥺🥺
This took a dark turn! But a great metaphor.
This is deep!!! Excellent poetry Angela!
Oh the poor flower! The bee and butterfly loved it. 🫣