Printer-friendly versionFlower Girls
As I sit and ponder, all there is to be;
I can't but think and wonder, what you think of me.
Some people stare and ponder, asking what's wrong with me;
As I sit and tell them, whom I need to be.
The world is full of mysteries, as sure as sure can be;
Because you can make a girl from flowers, just not out of me.
The world so sad and somber, everywhere I see;
A land so prim and proper, but with neer the room for me.
Though I strive forever, to be whom I need to be;
I just want to tell the world, "that's not the me you see".
There is no cure or potion, nor solution that I see;
Because you can make a girl from flowers, just not out of me.
The world doth seem so somber, when you feel a bit like me;
It makes me even wonder, why I need to be.
The person that is hiding, whom shall never really be;
The person that is there, for only me to see.
For I can't forever be hiding, whom it is I need to be;
Because you can make a girl from flowers, just not out of me.
Sometimes I sit and languish, in a world so full of screams;
About a thing so childish, as whom I am to be.
A thought so rich and lavish, and selfish as can be;
A feeling of want and loathing, how come it's only me?
I feel so scared and lonely, with no end in sight I see;
Because you can make a girl from flowers, just not out of me.
As I lay this out on paper, for all the world to see;
I bare my soul for reaping, to thou that doth judge me.
I lay in contemplation, of all it is I see;
And notice with apprehension, all there is is me.
For life in isolation, did surely make me see;
That I am a girl of flowers, for all the world to see!
~*~
I would like to thank everyone in the #GabyZone Chatroom @ irc.cyberbrats.org for giving me the encouragement needed to finish this little poerm, and to Annette inparticular, for helping me "polish" this.
A short poem from somewhere deep inside me. I dedicate this story to every "girl" out there that struggles to be the "she" whom she knows herself to be.
As I sit and ponder, all there is to be;
I can't but think and wonder, what you think of me.
Some people stare and ponder, asking what's wrong with me;
As I sit and tell them, whom I need to be.
The world is full of mysteries, as sure as sure can be;
Because you can make a girl from flowers, just not out of me.
The world so sad and somber, everywhere I see;
A land so prim and proper, but with neer the room for me.
Though I strive forever, to be whom I need to be;
I just want to tell the world, "that's not the me you see".
There is no cure or potion, nor solution that I see;
Because you can make a girl from flowers, just not out of me.
The world doth seem so somber, when you feel a bit like me;
It makes me even wonder, why I need to be.
The person that is hiding, whom shall never really be;
The person that is there, for only me to see.
For I can't forever be hiding, whom it is I need to be;
Because you can make a girl from flowers, just not out of me.
Sometimes I sit and languish, in a world so full of screams;
About a thing so childish, as whom I am to be.
A thought so rich and lavish, and selfish as can be;
A feeling of want and loathing, how come it's only me?
I feel so scared and lonely, with no end in sight I see;
Because you can make a girl from flowers, just not out of me.
As I lay this out on paper, for all the world to see;
I bare my soul for reaping, to thou that doth judge me.
I lay in contemplation, of all it is I see;
And notice with apprehension, all there is is me.
For life in isolation, did surely make me see;
That I am a girl of flowers, for all the world to see!
I would like to thank everyone in the #GabyZone Chatroom @ irc.cyberbrats.org for giving me the encouragement needed to finish this little poerm, and to Annette inparticular, for helping me "polish" this.
-HuGgLeS-
PiggilyTails/Piper/Kirstyn Amanda Fox/Girl of Flowers
P.S. This poem posted first @ TGFiction.Net but I felt needed a wider audience so I am sharing it here.
©2008 PiggilyTails (Kirstyn Amanda Fox)
Comments
Very Good Poem
Piper, you have given verse to the angst that many feel in their hearts. I hope you have more poems to share with us in the future.
May Your Light Forever Shine
May Your Light Forever Shine
Touchée!
You made me cry, Piper. I know exactly how you felt when you wrote it.
Huge Hugs,
Gabi
Gabi.
It was powerful...
even in it's early drafts. I think it really talks to not just this community, but easily extends to others as well.
In any event, I think she has produced a beautiful thing that diserves wide attention!
Lovely
It's hard posting this because I can't see the keys through my tears,
XXXX
Wow,
Awesome. That was so, so good. I just kept rereading it. The feelings-emotions were all right there. What a great poem!
Thanks ever so much!
Renee
Hugs and Bright Blessings,
Renee
Gentle rains, and warm breezes, Flower Girl
That was just lovely Piper.
Girls are made of flowers,
with love, and talent too;
but I never really noticed,
until you showed us you!
Gentle rains, and warm breezes, Flower Girl.
Sarah Lynn
Thank you
Thank you Piper,
for sharing that little piece of great emotions with us. I know I should have commented earlier, but it took me some time to find the right words to do your poem justice. The other people before me already said it, it is so full of emotions and feelings most of the audience and authors here know very well. To me it seem, like you poured out your soul.
I'm sorry only being able to say these simple words.
Hugs and Love to you.
Saphira Leonie Gardner
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