OrchidOrchid6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
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 Gods 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
Ill find a better me.
OrchidHer fragile flesh turns toward the lightOrchid3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
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 breath
OrchidYou'll buy me orchids,Orchid3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
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
lonely behind glass.
my phalenopsis whisper
sentiment you'd never meant
they protest the forest
they give in,
petals marred translucent,
onto the sill.
And so your flowers die,
one by one,
they turn thin
and then brown,
the bed sheets
as the leaves turn burgundy outside.
Orchid BalletFairy-like flowers dance on delicate stalksOrchid Ballet1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
ORCHID you don't laugh often, love.ORCHID6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
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,
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.Nudge Nudge3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"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 Robert he once again took his pencil and looked at the sketch. Maybe there was something wrong with the eyes
His partner kissed his neck what caused shivers going down his spine.
"Roberrrt," he growled despite the nice, warm feeling that spread through his body.
"What?" Robert smiled provocatively. "Wasn't it nice?"
"Yes it was and that's the proble
The OrchidBefore my mother died,The Orchid11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
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.
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.Broken Moments- Orchid1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
"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 suggestive wiggle of his eyebrows. Rook chuckled, but turned to stare at the flower still perched innocently on Ben's window-sill.
"I am. But I'm curious, what convinced you to get that type of Flora?" Turns his head to look at Ben, who looked back with acute tilt of his head. "It just doesn't seem like you to get a plant."
"Hmmm." Ben tiled h
OrchidOrchid3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
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."
orchidYou, my dear, are like an orchidorchid7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
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 happiness,
And have a memorable day.
For you will always be,
The most radiant of all bouquets
The Queen's orchidA lonely quaint queenThe Queen's orchid3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
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,
"From someone like you,
we'd barely expect a fish."
The boy said,
"It's for the queen."
And then he left,
without being mean.
The king asked his wife, "Tell me,
What is the meaning of this flower?"
And she quietly replied,
"I'd rather be locked in the tower."
The king was outraged.
He slapped her face.
And she quietly cried,
wishing to be rid of this place.
She wasn't there for much longer
My Fading OrchidThe beauty is fadingMy Fading Orchid4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
from your pale white skin
You are lying on the ground
bathing in near darkness
Your eyes are wet
with your saddening tears
You turn grayer
with every second
It breaks my heart
You have no energy
You cannot get to your feet
I am watching from afar
But i cannot seem to help
You were my orchid
But now my orchid fades
The Orchid of SpringThe orchid of spring flowers bloom againThe Orchid of Spring1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
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 Helios embracing leisure
While the children were busy in their games and pleasure
He smiles upon this priceless treasure
This priceless treasure that Nature bestowed
But alas, my dear, now we must part
And bid adieu to the spring flowers
I pray that I live to marvel these showers
Nature's beautiful treasure, with whom I must part
Oh dearly beloved, farewell
Of Course...Hello.Of Course...2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
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?
I was hoping you'd gotten over that. But of course you wouldn't love me.
You think he loves you too?
I bet he doesn't.
You're going to tell him you love him?
You're going to break my heart?
I'm certain he'll say it back.
I highly doubt it.
Really, trust me.
OrchidOrchid5 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
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 themselves. Right after the Apocalypse, life wasnt the same for the Gods; no one worshiped anymore, no more sacrifices, they barely got a hello from the humans anymore. So, now in todays society, we encourage all of the people on the world to speak to the Gods whenever they can, because without them, we wouldnt be alive again. That plant-