Flower Poems for May

[menomegirl]

I wrote for the Poetry Corner at Bronze-Beta

Roses

Petals as soft as silk against his skin
Perfume so heady it smells of sin
Prickle of pain as thorns pierce flesh
He sees roses and hopes Darla is at rest

Daises

The yellow center reminds him of the sun
Watching from the shadows as they had fun
Longing for things that would never be
Wishing back then he'd be able to see
How bad things would turn out, who would be lost
Because the loss really wasn't worth what it cost
His heart might have gained a peaceful new beat
But the price lies heavy, like the daisey crushed at his feet

Baby's Breath

Tiny insignificant tufts of power
Hardly big enough to call a flower
They don't even have a scent
Yet seem to be very important
Placed within every bouquet
Against even a single rose they play
Amazing and sweet in their simple charm
For some reason they remind him of Dawn

Lilacs

Perfume that's airy and light
Color that's not too bright
That about sums up her head
Even after she was dead

He still admires her beautiful hair
Smiles when she calls him blondie bear
Fresh lilacs are on her desk every day
She wonders who sent them her way

He'll never tell her they come from him
She wouldn't get why he's sending them
Saying you're sorry is kind of hard to do
Since it's something that's just not you

Violets

Roses dead and violets so blue
Hers was the only love pure and true
Her heart was never lead astray
Even after she went moved away
Magic and charms weren't enough to save
A beautiful heart from an early grave


Pansy

He drove in Los Angeles on a fancy bike
In a pair of leather pants that were very tight
He wanted to appear rough, tough and manly
Yet every time he moved, it was very painfully
He was more grateful than words could say
When Angel finally invited him to stay
In the years that followed, he changed the most
And did what he had to, no matter who it hurt worst
When the bottom line is, you do what you can
Wesley learned and grew, became quite the man
He might have arrived in town snazzed out and fancy
But the way he went out proved his arse was not pansy


Will post more as they're written, if anyone cares to read them.

Oh...I have a question for stir_of_echoes. Do you still have that poem I wrote you about being a slash writer? I've lost it and wanted to post it on my info page. It was in the replies somewhere in your post about that CK sketch. I can't find it in your memories.

Comments

[stir-of-echoes.livejournal.com]

Oh, these are wonderful :)

So heartfelt and so appropriate.

I especially loved Pansy and Baby's Breath.

And I'll have to have a look around my private memories for the poem, it's in there somewhere but not on the CK pic post 'cause I just checked.

I'll have a look and get back to you :)

[menomegirl.livejournal.com]

Thank you! I'm enjoying writing them. Haven't written poetry in awhile, it's so nice just being able to do it again, without fighting for the words.

*sigh* Wish my fanfiction would come to me that easy again.

And I really appreciate you looking. I loved that poem and cannot believe I lost it.