Love is like a flower
You can enjoy its beauty
Time and time again
As long as you
Shower it with attention
Encourage it, and speak to it
But……
Neglect it,
And it starts to look sad
Slowly it’ll start to fade,
Then begin to wither
Finally……
It’ll blow away in the wind
To be reborn in another’s garden.
Author notes
just thinking out loud. Some men don't realize that its the little things in life that matter most.
Please tell me what you think
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oh my god!
This is it!! yes, I know these emotions, and believe it or not GUYS have the same expectations..we need to hear and be made to feel love every bit as a woan does.. i've bookmarked this, and I would like to make you a fav. if that's ok..I like your very 'matter of fact' approach to writing..
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Oh yes spot on !
I love the thoughts within this poem and the deeply felt emotions that mirror ...
I think your AN states it too
Best wishes and keep on penning
PS.. I was that flower and I am in a new garden
Julie
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Someone sent me the link to your poem, because it tells a tale of the very same thing that I am going through in my life. I couldn't have written this piece any better if I wrote it myself. Thanks for your words. I completely understand your author note. Great writing.
Justgot2loveme
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Oh how true!
Neglect it,
And it starts to look sad
Slowly it’ll start to fade,
Then begin to wither
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This is a great piece. I think it will be with me for a very long time, especially the last two lines. I believe the concept of the little things mattering most is too trivial for most men comprehend. It would involve giving way too much time, and effort. I mean... he would rather buy a woman another worthless trinket, than to actually sit down and have a nice conversation with her. That's the intelligence of a man though... and as usual, it's wrong. Now that I have written more about your comment, rather than the poem I'll say it again... I really enjoyed this one. I can imagine that once beautiful thing slowly dying, and ultimately blowing away to be reborn in a better place where it will be appreciated. I am waiting my rebirth, so to speak... guess that's why I can relate to this one.
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Sweet!!
Flowers fade, and die on the vine,
not handle with care, and left alone to take a
beating with out protection, out in the wind,
is sad, to apreciation of the beauty you bring or the
scent you leave behind,
Love your flow and grace from this poem
Blessings always
Rend
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Hello Melba,
You words are so true. And they also don't realize what they have till its gone. A beautiful poem. A delight to read this evening. Take care.
Bless You,
Sandy
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Oooh what a metaphor! I wrote about a rose neglected in the front flowerbed that died because of neglect, but when you say love will blow away if we neglect it blow away in the wind "to be reborn in another's garden" that is profoundly true! Love it Melba...Do keep writing!
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Thanks for reading and commenting on my poem.
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True!
It takes a guy w/ special and unigue mind to understand this stuff.ugggg guys,"Can't live w/ 'em...But don't want to live w/ out them!"
I'd call this poem,'The beauty of life'
I liked how you compared the neglect and passion.Great metaphor too!You go girl!
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