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An orchid blooms alone somewhere
Unseen by human eyes
And, yet, its blossom is beyond compare
The beauty no bride can buy

There are no words created by man
To describe the petals there
No pigments mixed by God’s own hand
Could paint its picture clear

This orchid blooms for nothing else
Than hummingbirds and bees
To feast upon and sate themselves
Alone among the trees

I seek this flower but not to own
(It lives if I do, or not)
But to find a path that I was shown
To a place that I forgot

The orchid waits alone somewhere
And in searching, it is to see
That in this searching, if done with care
I’ll find a better me.Orchid6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

OrchidHer fragile flesh turns toward the light
Translucent life and veins in white

Imagined worlds upon her play
Exotic lands her berth, her stay

Taken from her haunt, her home
Transplanted here to my abode

Although I worshiped, cooed and praised
Her sweet life drained with passing days

Pure-lucent blood set still in death
Condemned to me, I stole her breathOrchid2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

OrchidYou'll buy me orchids,
silly long-stemmed things,
moon faces peering
past the spiderwebs
knotted at the windowpanes.

Yellow throats quake,
my room loud in bloom
as May commences
and August asks in.

Yet the orchids grow wistful
in porcelain pots,
deep purple tongues
pant captive,
lonely behind glass.

Every morning
my phalenopsis whisper
sentiment you'd never meant
to convey,
they protest the forest
built inside.

In September,
they give in,
petals marred translucent,
roots crawling
onto the sill.

And so your flowers die,
one by one,
they turn thin
and then brown,
littered across
the bed sheets
as the leaves turnOrchid3 years ago in Free Verse

Orchid10 months ago in Free Verse

Orchid BalletFairy-like flowers dance on delicate stalksOrchid Ballet1 year ago in Free Verse

Nudge NudgeChris looked at his sketch critically. There was something wrong but he couldn't quite tell what. He raised his eyebrows and started fixing his painting. He was so focused on his work, that he didn't notice Robert who appeared right next to him. The moment later something was nudging his neck. Chris smiled to himself and sighed theatrically.
"Robert, I'm busy," he said, not looking at his partner.
"And I'm bored," replied Robert, continuing to nudge him with his nose.
"Find yourself something to do," Chris gave him a serious look. "Entertain yourself".
"Nudging you is great fun."
The Artist sighed and rolled his eyes. Trying to ignore RoNudge Nudge3 years ago in Short Stories

ORCHID you don't laugh often, love.

the day you came to me in the hospital,
[bearing orchids, no less]
your laughter rang out
in clear, harmonious tones.

my heart leapt: your intentions were
bright as yellow tourmaline,
cool as the summer shade,
clear as newsprint.

you took my hand,
raining kisses like the New Orleans sky.
[i confess- i fell in love.]
you illuminate my glassblown heaven.
you are my anchoORCHID5 years ago in Free Verse

The OrchidBefore my mother died,
she gave me a blue potted orchid, with
soft pink strips running down the center of the petals.
When I saw it, my face turned red,
so I ran into the bathroom and slammed the door.
I sat on the lid of the toilet, dreaming of
mermaids and bird-watching and lullabies.

Nine years later, I leave the bathroom,
snatch the orchid from the chandelier,
grab my shovel from the kitchen,
and run upstairs into the backyard,
where I bury the wilting plant
six and a half feet into the ground.The Orchid4 months ago in Free Verse

I see your leaves as soft as lace
And wish that we may fin'lly meet
So I may kiss your petal face
And drink deep of your nectar sweet.

You dress with silk in reds and blues
And slender stalk a grassy green;
There's naught more vibrant than your hues
From here to there or in-between.

I send sweet nothings through the bees
And spread my roots around your own.
My love is stronger than the trees,
I hope that yours for me has grown.

I robe myself in darkest teal
And prim my petals to impress.
Upon my head, a bee I feel;
It brings a message from you: "Yes."Orchid2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

orchidYou, my dear, are like an orchid
Brilliantly modest yet modestly stunning.
If a rose were to be planted next to you,
It would appear foolishly cunning.

Your delicate, mature appearance
Tricks an average eye,
For deep beneath your petals
Is where youthful colors lie.

You're the mother of all flowers,
A golden drop of dew.
Your wisdom grows with every year.
You stand beautiful and true

You have seen the fuchsia sun,
Rise from earth to sky.
You have seen buds bloom,
And dandelions fly.

So if your feeling resentful
Of the day that lifts your years,
Remember you are rich in love
And have nothing left to fear

Always live in happorchid6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

Sid's Famous Last Words9 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry

The Queen's orchidA lonely quaint queen
Sits all alone
Examining her fingers
On her cold silver throne.

Her all powerful husband,
Also known as the King,
Stands somewhere else,
Forgetting his ring.

One day the queen,
bored of her throne,
picked up her skirts,
and went off on her own.

The king didn't watch
as she slipped from his sight
And she met someone else
Who filled her with delight.

Later one day,
during a giving,
they met a small boy
with little life worth living.

He approached their large thrones,
as the king mumbled "Poor Kid."
And he handed the queen
a little white orchid.

The king wondered,
"What's this?"
"From someone lThe Queen's orchid3 years ago in Free Verse

Broken Moments- OrchidRook admired the flower that Ben had situated on the windowsill in his bedroom, as Ben attempted to finish the final paragraph of his report, so the two could go on patrol....and maybe make out a little.

"This is a beautiful flower, Ben. What's it called?" Asked rook, gently touching the purple petals of the flower.

"Huh?" Turns around and see's what Rook is talking about. "Oh, it's an orchid." Scribbles something else down before putting his pencil down. "Finished!"

He get's up from his desk with a gleeful cheer, before skipping over to rook and placing his arms pleasantly around Rook's shoulders.

"Ready for Patrol?" He said this with a Broken Moments- Orchid6 months ago in Short Stories

The Orchid of SpringThe orchid of spring flowers bloom again
Through thick and thin they grow
Weathering the shimmer of bountiful rain
But whether they last is unknown

The spring flower orchid they blossom with cheer
And gleam their radiant colors
Amidst winds and sunset, they reap without fear
And flush away angelic tears

The orchid of spring flowers,
a tiara worn with pride
By Nature that guarded all the lands,
in humor, with gentle strides

The blossoming flowers of the orchid of spring,
With innocent children falling sway
To listen to the sweet cheer of rustling leaves
And the birds merrily chirping

As the clouds make way for the eye of the Sun
With HeThe Orchid of Spring8 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

The Orchid5 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry

Of Course...Hello.
Hello.

How are things?
How are things between you and him?

Oh, things have gone perfectly for you? That's... wonderful.
That's great and all, but that doesn't answer my question.

Of course, I'll sit with you outside. Lead the way.
Of course, I just want you right next to me.

I agree. Tonight truly is a beautiful night.
But not as nearly beautiful as you.

Sure, go ahead and talk about anything you'd like. I'm here to listen.
I have a feeling I know where this is going. I don't think I want to hear it after all.

Yes, he really seems to care for you.
You're the only person who doesn't see that he's using you.

You love him?
Of Course...2 years ago in Free Verse

“In the beginning, there was nothing. Only the remnants of a world that at one point held so many treasures, that even the Gods were jealous. So, to punish the humans, the Gods of the worlds destroyed them in an Apocalypse. The Norse called it Ragnarok, while the Christians referred to it solely as the Apocalypse. The only thing left from this destruction and death was a planet, broken and torn and empty of all things living, except a plant; one single plant that the human race originated from. After one human was created, the Gods saw the error of their ways, and created more; more humans to live on the planet they created for themselveOrchid4 years ago in Fantasy

Beacon3 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry

The Orchid5 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry

Your Here3 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry

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