steven willow


Life Of A Flower - Poem by steven willow

What is a flower, something that we just smell.
It has its own life, that is really swell.
From the time it is planted, it begins to grow.
Its beauty and smell, are not just for show.
Its alive and grows its very own life.
Just like a new husband and wife.
It just so happens that it has a great smell.
If we dont soon change ours, we will end up in hell.
Just because a flower cannot not talk,
Just because a flower cannot walk.
It always ends up in our home.
For us to care and not leave alone.
Just thank god for its beauty and smell.
Just thank god for a little time away from hell.


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  • (5/9/2008 3:41:00 AM)


    Just wonderful! I love it. You have very fine sublime poetic tastes. Thank you. Please, write more poems here. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, May 22, 2004



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