Netherlands x Reader - Tulips You looked proudly at your front yard. It was your pride and joy, filled with almost every tulip know to man. Your yard was an explosion of color that was went unopposed. Well, almost. There was only one garden that could match up to yours. His.Netherlands x Reader - Tulips11 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
You had moved here five years ago and brought your love of gardening, especially tulips, with you. Soon you discovered, however, that you were only second best to him.
"Goedemorgen, (Name)," an annoyingly kind voice called. You turned to find your cute Dutch neighbor out watering his lawn this morning too. His blond hair deifying gravity and slightly ruffled from sleep. You blushed at how amazing
The Reassurance of GreenIt was Ella's idea to hire a gardener for my mother's tulips.The Reassurance of Green6 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I've been doing fine with them," I had said, a little surprised at the sudden suggestion. My sister had looked pointedly at the small patch of tulips that had previously encompassed the whole side yard. They were already dying, and the bulbs would have to be planted again soon. I had been planning an intense Internet search for that.
"I'd like to see you do better," I had muttered, but agreed nonetheless. I left the actual hiring to my sister, though.
Which led me to this moment, staring at a stranger on my doorstep and hoping rather desperately that there had been a mistake an
To Kill A Mocking BirdIts a sin to kill a mockingbirdTo Kill A Mocking Bird4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A father warns his kin
They dont ruin your garden
No, all they do is sing
Shoot all the blue jays you want
Thats if you can hit em
But to shoot a mockingbird
Thats something to condemn
The little town of Maycomb
Absorbed within their ways
Full of prejudice and class
Under the suns heat haze
Isolated from the world
The townsfolk dont do much
No cash to use or exchange
Theyre very out of touch
But the towns mood turns tart
As her father defends
A black man accused of rape
That he quickly befriends
The little town of Maycomb
The news spreads lik
Of Willows and Tulips There is an old legend about the willow tree in the center of the local park, one that leaves some in tears, others bitter, and most feeling grateful for what they have in their lives. You see, the tree is a willow and as many of the old women will tell you, it's branches hang in such a way that it appears to be weeping. They will tell you, that the tree was planted as memorial for the mourning of a pair of young lovers. To further symbolize the life of those lovers, every year, yellow and red tulips bloom all around the tree, never crossing, never mixing their colours together.Of Willows and Tulips3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The legend, as it was told to me, began with two young boys,
Grave RosesDon't rest roses on my grave,Grave Roses1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
trail of bouquet that you pave.
Vibrant death, ignorantly conveyed,
leading too, my buried cave.
What flowers, my love, have you brought today?
Soil in dead eyes, all to grainy.
Memory waning, soon to forget.
A bold quartet, pedals of debt.
Ah, a rose?
Don't mask your woe, we both know,
I am gone, grown so cold.
Fading marrow, in my bones.
Corpse alone, parted soul.
May I love, be so bold?
let your heart bleed,
forever sorrow, forever grieve.
Let me be.
And on my grave, let grow weeds.
Don't rest roses on my grave.
What the Eagle Doesn't KnowWhat the Eagle Doesn't Know2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
My daughter, do you know
What the eagle searches for?
My daughter, do you ever wonder
Why does he take to the sky every day?
And returns only when his goal proves too high?
I can show you what he longs to find
If you trust me.
The halls of heaven,
The paths among the stars.
Worlds and wonders
Beyond what even the eagle can know.
You can fly as he does, my daughter.
I can show you, if you trust me.
For I can carry you on my wings
Higher than the tallest cloud,
Beyond the farthest star.
But, my daughter, it hurts me to say,
I cannot come all the way to you.
I can almost touch you,
But you have to take the last step yourself.
The poem about tulips.I resent the rose.The poem about tulips.4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Nothing angers me more than a flower
that acts like every teenage wannabe
in every barely-there mini skirt,
screaming pathetic lines such as,
Look at me!
Im so pretty!
I dont need the priceless gems of this world-
Give me the beautiful, polished stones
that may not sparkle as brightly,
but possess a smooth, natural beauty
that anyone can look at with approval,
and not insecurity.
I dont need a rose.
Give me a tulip.
Give me the crisp, folding petals,
rather than brown messes.
Give me the colours that shine through the
Ask and You Shall RecieveI asked for strengthAsk and You Shall Recieve2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He gave me trials to make me strong
I asked for wisdom
He gave me problems to solve
I asked for peace
He gave me conflicts to settle
I asked for answers
He asked me questions
I asked for joy
He showed me His Creation
I asked for love
He opened His arms
I asked for forgiveness
He gave me His Son
Yellow haikuWind catchesYellow haiku5 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
the yellow sail
of the tulip
~Taboo~ *Mathematician!England X Artist!Reader*~Taboo~~Taboo~ *Mathematician!England X Artist!Reader*7 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
*Mathematician!England X Artist!Reader*
Sometimes I asked myself if it was really worth.That maybe I shouldn't interfere with the natural flow.That it happened because it was supposed to and I'm not able to change it,nor could I have been back then.
Some might find this nonsense.I wouldn't blame them for naming my way of reassuring insane,neither would I blame them for calling me insane.
When I was younger - and way younger,I may add - a certain someone told me humans are humans because they ask.
That human existence is a big question mark as we are uncertain of things - which we want to find out or not.
Tulips say more than roses.You told me I was beautiful.Tulips say more than roses.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"You seem more like a
rose everytime I see you."
I smiled and looked up
through my eyelashes in the
way that you said made me
look like an Arabian princess,
but I couldn't help to think
that a rose may not exactly
be something that I want
to be compared to.
When I think of roses, I think
of seduction and deception
and false hope, I wonder if
that's how you think of me.
And you say that you're used
to getting hurt, but I guess
it's really no wonder if you're
seeking out girls with rose
petal faces and holding thorn
hands; no matter what you
say, petals will always fade,
and thorns will alwa
Yellow TulipsYellow Tulips5 years ago in Other More Like This
I bought myself
to go with my
they made me happy
in a way
you never could
tulipsonce bright colorstulips3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
gazed at the sun,
sun in the center
closing up to rest
drooping a bit at night
to greet the sun
a smile in a room
still withers away
in a bucket
left in a corner
not even looked at
when lo, before my eyes
a green point rose
among the empty shells -
life among the dead!
things grow quietly
without you knowing
rising new urgency
to run and fetch some water
to see another smile
lighting up the room
it's worth every effort
TulipsTulips6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She opened her eyes slowly, not yet wanting to be free from slumber's lulling grip. As her eyelids slid back - each one taking just a moment too long - a startling pair of hazels that kept staring right on back at her was revealed. With a drowsy slur, those eyes seemed to tell her, "Welcome to the world, beautiful."
And she truly felt the part; for that unspoken expression of acquiescence unraveled all the sadness of her colorless world. From the moment those eyelids had peeled back, the black and white she once knew had become a blinding spectrum of color.
Before her mind could grasp the affection, her two lips had formed into a sort of
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'Drabble #11 from 'All I want for Christmas' series'
The fluffy white bunny shivered at the bubbly's girl touch,the blonde boy giving him a symphatetic look as if the non talking being could actually understand him.The flock of white jumped out of Bella's lap and landed on (Daughter's Name) frilly pink dress,causing the said girl to gasp in surprise.
Peeking one ruby red orb out of the mass of soft pink,the girl's gaze softened and a cute smile was placed onto her features as she started caressing with her thumbs the top of the bunny's head,who
God's KryptoniteGod's Kryptonite2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Reason negates spirituality, yielding God's surrender.
The weakness of tulipsA week in passing, each day a flourishThe weakness of tulips2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of gardens emerging from my wrists,
an entire silence of days in the shape
of hands. Words like drained wine bottles spin
and whistle on the linoleum.
In my rooms I am happiest.
In the single atheistic blossom
of winter I dance the longest. Along
the empty shore, up and down the lines of night,
I am more fully myself, more completely
the invention of blood in my body.
Look out from the starved light of an ancestor;
feel origin curve from the bottom of a cup;
watch for the gesturing zodiac.
Be aware of the other side of the moon,
of the invisible quarters
Tulips - PoemFlower fell to the ground as I looked upTulips - Poem4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My breath taken away, having lost that tulip
But your eyes met mine, and my hand slipped
Holding on to your hand, the tightened grip
And I, understand why I cant try, to move, when youre in the room
I can feel my heart go, boom, boom, boom
Never thought I would fall for a guy like you
Youre a smooth customer, but your eyes are so blue
And you seem to change who you are when you look at me, youre so sweet
Like the flower on the ground, your heart fell at my feet
And I, understand why I cant try, to move, when youre in the room
I know right now Im doo
Senescencei cannot standSenescence2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to care any longer
for the daylilies you gave me
last spring. they fill my garden,
a scorch of nauseous amber
over the rust-red hum
of pansies and mums.
in any other mood,
in any other season,
but the leaves
are loud and the petals too crowded,
the roots choke the soil from beneath,
and i number my days by their stems,
grown long as a pause before speech,
insistent as thought before sleep,
and i wonder
if they know they will die.
Shiny ThingsIt was so strange, having the magi in our home. I had grown used to strange things, or at least as much as I could have. The same strange thing rarely happens twice, so it's rather hard to grow accustomed to.Shiny Things1 year ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
But here they were, bowing before my little son, and presenting him with gifts meant for a king.
Jesus was just beginning to walk, and he did it with a confidence far beyond his skill. So, when he stood up to go investigate these curious men, he promptly overbalanced and fell to his bottom. Undeterred, he pushed himself up and tried again. When he got close enough, he sat down right next to the gold box and began inspecting it, en
Petals"He loves me, he loves me not," Edward whispered.Petals3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Petals falling slowly, floating in the light breeze.
Thoughts of the lover he left behind in Amestris hovering in his mind.
Blissful nights spent together, soft kisses exchanged after work and during dates, playful banter in the office on rainy days
The happiness on Roy's scared face when Edward came back to save Amestris. The sadness, heartache, and understanding when Edward told him that he had to return, and when he had turned and went back into the foreign airship.
"He loves me, he loves me not," The once bright and fully blossomed daisy, was now holding few petals, as Edwa