Poems for flowers #9

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I am hiding my face
in my red leaves,
burning and feeling ashamed,
losing my confidence.
You gave me a name,
I would never expect from your mouth.
I know my flowers are tiny
and they don’t have any scent,
but please,
never ever call me
“duck lips” or “green fish face” again.

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27 thoughts on “Poems for flowers #9

  1. awesome…..

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  3. Sweet! One thumb up, Majka.

  4. cristina61

    Love it!

  5. The last line just made me laugh loudly all of a sudden!

    • You know, the Christmas star” as we call this plant in Slovakia is beautiful but I never saw the flowers before, and a closer look resembled a duck face and then my husband said: “No, it’s a fish head”. ๐Ÿ˜

      • Haha! I prefer looking it as a duck face! Fish head? That will require quite a curious kind of imagination! ๐Ÿ˜‰

      • Well, maybe somebody will see yet something else โ˜บ

      • “Few Items, Uncountable Interpretations!” ^_^

      • Exactly! โ˜บ

  6. An interesting poem this! I just read some of your other poems on flowers. So pleasing to read ๐Ÿ™‚

    • Thank you for following me and for the comment. I am really glad you like them, I am wondering what flower would talk about if they could ๐Ÿ˜Š

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