TIMES HARD TO BEAR

A town where the snow is black,

bringing coldness & fear.

Old remnants of tears held back

& times too hard to bear.

Woven from black sheets of rain,

fear covers in disarray.

Anguished & frozen with pain,

dark petals fall in dismay.

THE DEAD GAME SERIES

A PINK DELIGHT

Pink flowers to fill my day.

Petals fall in the soft light.

Ready to come out and play,

A soothing and pretty sight.

A shady path for dreams

For the hot days and warm nights.

Pink fills the lakes and streams,

A toast to spring’s delights.

BLUE BED

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A bed of flower.

A fragrant power.

Petals in my face.

Such a perfect place.

I’ll soon be asleep.

So don’t make a peep.

A BUD

A bud so sweet,

Enticing treat.

It throws off heat,

Dance to its beat.

Its scent draws me near,

Still not feeling fear.

It soon becomes clear,

I shouldn’t be here.

The buzzing becomes loud,

Near my face big and round.

I quickly hit the ground,

Hoping I won’t be found.

The birds are chirping,

And I’m not hurting.

The sun is shining,

My bud is smiling.

SWIRLING COLORS

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Fuschia pink and turquoise blue,

colors swirling as the sea.

Velvet petals you can feel,

but with thorns as points of steel.

I present them to you, my dearest love,

the perfect beauty as the sky above.

Bright blood gushes from your punctured hand,

I should have added a marching band.

Our love is two-sided as my gift,

I know you might be a little miffed.

You crumble to the ground,

ringing the death knoll sound.

I know I made the right decision,

your death is a heaven-sent vision.

WE WAIT FOR THE NIGHT

We wait for the night,

dry from the sun,

weak to our roots.

We yearn for moisture,

petals limp,

stems drooping. 

We wait for the night,

for the moonlight

to ease our pain.

We wait for the dew

to quench our thirst,

to replenish our souls.

We wait for the sun

to lift its fiery head

and begin its daily ritual.

We are ready

to face the new day

with arms lifted.

PRETTY IN PINK

 

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Petals drift in the warm breeze.

Pretty in pink, they flutter.

The fragrance tickles my nose.

Velvety soft to the touch.

My senses engaged.

My mind is at rest.

No need for worries.

No need for more words.

BLOOD RED

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Blood red rose.

Petals open to the sun.

Don’t shy away from me.

Don’t turn your face.

I’m here to receive your love.

Your compassion.

Your petals are closing.

Dew is dripping,

And I am leaving.

IT’S THE SEASON

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IT’S THE SEASON

The petals fall fast and furious.

The bare trees watch the fallen.

Limbs shivering in the coming cold.

Pink tears of surrender coat the ground.

As seasons come and go.

Yearning for their lost children.

They lift scraggly arms to the sky.

Prayers will soon be answered,

As seasons come and go.

Coats of white land on their branches.

Night falling all too soon.

Shivers dislodge the packed ice.

Leaving them bare once again.

They lift weary eyes to the sky.

As seasons come and go.

A warm wind caresses their arms.

Eyes open to sprouting buds.

Green and pink sweaters for spring.

Their children have returned.

As seasons come and go.

PETALS TO THE SKY

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Smoke fills my lungs,

I stand strong.

Petals to the sky,

I fulfill my destiny.

Tears burn holes

never to be filled.

Demons in my soul

leave scars never repaired.

Each sigh forces a step back.

Each storm bends my stem a bit more.

I persevere through the rain,

the sleet,

the snow.

I yield to the sun and the moon.

I take what is given.

I replace when I’m able.

Though dry are my leaves,

I lift them to the sky.

Though parched are my lips,

I face the sun.

Smoke burns my eyes,

but I see clear.

I bow my head.

INNOCENCE

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Come closer to touch my petals.

See how they are rough and pointy.

Move closer to my open mouth.

I am hungry for your sweetness.

A yummy meal to be had today.

An innocent flower I am not.