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POEM STARTER
Every day, a person goes to a flower shop and buys the same peculiar flower.
Write a poem about this person and their flowers.
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In the quaint town of Silver Pines, Minnesota, there is a small flower shop. It was built when the town was founded and has supplied every wedding in the area for 46 years.
They have beautiful arrangements and flowers only grown in the native woods.
This is something a young man name James knows well.
Every first Monday of the month, he stops by to buy a blossom by the name of Silver Leaf.
It is o...
Every day I would show up at that same little shop,
It was to see her, the lady that owned the little shop,
And every day I would buy the same flower a little red rose,
And every day she gave the same response, you picked the best one yet,
My love for her blossomed like my red rose, it grew every day,
But this was my unrequited love, so I’ll just keep buying a rose from her the most precious ...
1954
the bell rang three chimes
a boy walked in, no older
than fourteen at best
he asked if we had
purple roses with their thorns
clipped off of the stems
they were for a girl
he said, he didn't want her to
cut her skin on thorns
1964
the boy, now the man
had gotten the same flower
every day for ten years
the same purple rose
with the point thorns clipped off
to protect his love
at one point i m...
I remember the day he walked in distinctly.
It was the fourth of February, a hazy and cold morning filled with fog and cars quietly rolling through rain puddles. What had already felt like a drowsy day was worsened when I came down with a sinus headache. I took some Tylenol and eagerly awaited the end of my shift. I worked at Butterfly Blooms, a name too peppy for its looks. The cheap store had ...
Monday. Six pm.
On the dot.
They run into the flower shop.
They get a singular sweet pea.
Tuesday. Six pm.
On the dot.
They run into the flower shop.
They get a singular sweet pea.
Wednesday. Six pm.
On the dot.
They run into the flower shop.
They get a singular sweet pea.
Thursday. Six pm.
On the dot.
They run into the flower shop.
They get a singular sweet pea.
Friday. Six pm. ...
A gloomy day, rain tapped our windows
I filled the roses in their pot
I watered the tulips, like i do a lot
I filled the white daisies, the flower of lows.
I waited at the counter, a small grin on my face
Watching the old man walk in, seemingly in the wrong place?
He seems distraught, yet that’s probably why
he’s in a black suit and tie.
He paid in cash, a small tear hit his coin
I avoided eye...
In a world where time moves forward, like grains of sand,
There unfolds a tale, mysterious and grand.
Everyday, like clockwork, this scene takes its place,
A character, enigmatic, weaves through cosmic space.
To a quaint little flower shop, they venture near,
A silent observer, with a heart full of sheer.
Their intentions hidden, as if locked in a chest,
An enigma worth deciphering, at its very b...
If life was meant for love
For you and me
It wouldn’t have ended this way
If flowers are said to grow
They are also said to die
If I hadn’t told you to go
It wouldn’t have ended this way
If this is life’s way of making me apologize
Then flowers you shall have
I’ll set them on your grave
I wish it didn’t end this way
I wish, that love
That hearts and minds
Could heal the pain
All I wish is that it...
Every day, I wake up at the stroke of 5
I open my eyes, and rise to greet the day
There is no joy or hate in my method
But a simple need to function and carry on
I allow movement through my limbs in the form of yoga
A quiet melody plays in the background
Bringing a splash of color to an otherwise grey canvas
The coffee maker bubbles
A warm cup of energy and desire awaits
The aroma has grown consu...
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