My love used to be so unreal and hopeless, I fell hanging limply by the window
Anticipating some meager emanation of light, wanting my petals to no longer wilt.
At times it was as if someone took a flashlight and put it to my perishing leaves,
Only to realize that artificial light does nothing to help a parched plant.
I needed water, but was not aware. I thought I wanted light,
But I failed to realize the light surrounding me as the sun rose.
Then a gentle bee replenished me with sweet nectar, filling me with ambrosial fulfillment.
Emotions building, running over, my petals soaked with liquid happiness.
Never will I forget that bee, then being that gave my expiring buds life.
Now I hang by the window, full of brightness, and love
Not wilting, but blossoming with beauty and life waiting to begin each new day.
Forever wishing that the bee will come again some day,
But realizing that life goes on, as the seasons pass, and winters come.
And even with each passing winter, spring comes again.
Author notes
hmmm, well, what can i say about it?!?!
How is it??
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I love metaphoric poems. Marvelous job.
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Wow... you wrote about something that wasn't Natasha Beddingfield... or horses... or both. :-P This poem was absolutely gorgeous. Your vocabulary was showcased brilliantly. I felt like I could see all of the things that you were describing. I especially liked the line about not wilting but blossoming. well done!
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thank you
i guess my hard work on my english vocab lists really paid off
i used quite a few words we studied, and i'm glad someone noticed
WOOHOOOO
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