To celebrate national poetry month, I wrote a self-love poetry collection on the theme of flowers. Through captivating words and dreamy imagery, I hope to capture the deep marks of self-esteem, confidence and self-love. Here are a few of my favorites out of the collection:
Lavender Fields
She searched for herself in the sunrise every morning
while stroking her fingers through her curls.
Hiding out in the lavender fields
from the girls, she calls models.
Why couldn’t she have their hair
or their natural rosy cheeks
that reminded her of bubblegum?
Or the lemon dresses that
showed off their curves
and tanned skin that glowed in the sun?
She’d stroke her hair for hours
while lying on the grass
just daydreaming of the woman,
she hoped to be,
until the bees came out.
It took time for the sun to show off its colors
and open her eyes to the lavender around her.
She stood in the moment and absorbed
the sweet notes of lavender from the flowers.
A scent filled with the delicacy of florals and herbs
that she sipped in her tea every morning.
The woodsy aroma permeated a ton of different scents
like her favorite hints of rosemary and orange blossoms.
All the colors filled with purple and green hues
along with reds and yellows from the sunrise
were mesmerizing in her eyes,
and she realized her colors were too.
When in a field full of lavender,
not all are the same,
but they are all uniquely beautiful,
in their own way.
So, she finally blossomed.
Moon Gardens
Her petals bloom when the sun goes down
to reveal her beautiful white blossoms
that light up the moon gardens.
They know her by
her heavenly honey fragrance
that transforms the precious garden
into a scented paradise.
It’s always kept gated
since it’s her private place
to get caught up in the soil of working her magic.
Intertwined in the beauty of her graves,
it’s no place for soulmates,
just thousands of silver foliage
luring her into the love she plants for herself in the flowers,
that remain visible on her skin.
Lonely Daffodil
My mind wanders when I watch the sun go down,
dazing off into the hazy red sky,
so close to my loved ones,
yet, they seem so far away.
Sometimes I wonder what makes me feel this way.
Could it be the way their stems tear in the wind?
Or the crumbling sound of their leaves
when the season comes to an end?
With their colors so bright of yellow and orange
you’d think I’d feel the warmth
they carry with them,
but I’m struggling to sense my own colors,
within my group of daffodils.
I just wish to grow as tall as they do,
and have multiple colors on my petals
to look just as strong and capable.
My roots are filled with too much fear,
that no hurricane can dig me out of,
and I rely on the rest of the daffodils for comfort,
but even the youngest seeds are growing before me.
When the stars come out and it’s time to rest,
I extend out my leaf to touch another,
and as soon as that leaf lets go,
I wake up stuck in the morning dew.
Now the moon has come out
and my fears are returning,
the sky seems gray tonight,
like a rainstorm is coming.
All the daffodils sound asleep beside me,
drooped over their stems and onto their leaves,
all snuggled together,
in a dark field of daffodils.
I reach out my petals to feel another stem,
but they feel so cold.
I wish I could hide in their shadows
or grow thicker petals to block out the raindrops.
But I know that once the sun comes up,
I will feel warm and safe again,
surrounded by the daffodils,
and the roots that save me from breaking.
Bouquet of Flowers
A bouquet of flowers needs all of its colors;
not just the red and whites.