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Zywa Sep 2019
I'm starting anew,

taking shoots of my life: green –


that I'll pass around.
For Maria Godschalk

Health Care Centre of Our Lady, location East, ward B8

Collection "Different times"
Strung Sep 2019
Slowly...
Slowly slowly creeping up the vine
How many ants will die in my lifetime?
How many crave the sun deep below the earth
And care nothing for the vine the mind is telling them to search?
Grapes grown over
Over over over
Crushing wooden posts and stealing sun from most
My watermelon plants.
How many questions circling uselessly...
And how many ants never get the chance
To see the end
Of a daunting, pointless task.
Edith Sep 2019
i couldn't be stopped.
rooted in struggle, aimed towards the sun,
set to defy the forces pulling me into the dirt;
i was born to grow.
Matthew Harlovic Aug 2019
People are like plants, they need care to live
to survive diseases and die peacefully.
We are looking for someone who will give
us the chance to be treated equally.

© Matthew Harlovic
Mitch Prax Aug 2019
Let yourself become
an elegant sunflower
in a field of thorns

5:24 PM
30/8/19
Savannah Aug 2019
Ivy
I like the ivy that grows in the stones
In every crevice it finds a home

A place it will find, always one to belong
A nuisance to many, but of them I'm quite fond

I wish to be an ivy plant and make way as I please
Riddle the world with my beauty, though my beauty is weeds

The condfindence of an ivy, such a sight and a treasure
I wish to be an ivy but to an ivy I cannot measure
Thanks for reading
Varsha Manohar Aug 2019

It's about a random pumpkin seed that I threw into a ***..
The plant started growing when the Spring started and now it's almost Winter and you know what would happen to the plant.

As I watched it grow and realized the winter is coming..
I let my thoughts flow on a piece of paper. Please do read and give me a feedback.

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I tossed you in, so negligently, to the muddy soil
Very little did I sense that you were a seed..
..of faith and hope, of love and trust!

And on one gloomy morning, I saw a green sprout.
Oh it was you!
You brightened my day with cheer and hope!
I laid my eyes on your tenderly grown leaves.
So delightful it was to watch them flapping gently in the breeze.

You drove your way up the ***** pile of mud..
proved your strength with your smooth, delicate bud.
As you slowly kept springing up into the air,
you left me fascinated, about your worth and power!

When those extremely sunny days almost knocked you off.
I still remember how you fought the heat, kept your calm..
..and watched you steadily grow up tough and strong.
You endured the pain and yet looked green!

Many days later..
I saw graceful yellow blossoms,
between enormously grown green leaves..
Treat to my eyes!
What could be more sweet(-er than that)!

Serene through the day,
serene through the light,
serene through the dusk, dawn and night!
As the seasons pass by and the winter takes over,
I will keep in mind what I learnt from you forever..
..and I HOPE to see you again next Summer!

*NOT the END**
Never lose hope. Never give up.
Peasant The Poet Aug 2019
Dark to dawn
ink blue bleed.
Spilling sky
morning seed.
Greedily growing
a clockwork ****.
Smothering slumber
with stealthy speed.
Crown Shyness Sep 2019
Flowers have eyes
And they blink up at me
The trees have eyes
So many it's scary
The animals have eyes
More than just two
We have eyes
More than just a few
"Eyes; they can see everything, even if we can't see them."
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