Where Are The Flowers?

[Revolte]

Flower was my first word, and from then on I always had a love for them, but they seem to bloom less and less as more roads and towns are made. This is my little dedication to the buggers.




Where are the flowers
I met when so young,
The sweet scent of a rose
My first word, my first love

Where are the flowers
That held up the sky,
In explosion of color
So tall and alive

Where are the flowers?
I think I may know,
They're buried dead deep
In the thick cement snow

[blazeofglory]

Flower was my first word, and from then on I always had a love for them, but they seem to bloom less and less as more roads and towns are made. This is my little dedication to the buggers.




Where are the flowers
I met when so young,
The sweet scent of a rose
My first word, my first love

Where are the flowers
That held up the sky,
In explosion of color
So tall and alive

Where are the flowers?
I think I may know,
Their buried dead deep
In the thick cement snow

This is really a beautiful poem. I love it when I too love the days gone by, a kind of nostalgia. I loved flowers then and even now, but now I am in a different world full of noises and violence. This got me back to the world I came from as a child

[Bar22do]

This is as genuine as it is beautiful, Revolte. Your first word" flower"... you're a born romantic! and I hope not all the flowers are buried in the cement snow... for here is one that "pops up", your poem.
(just one typo: not "their" but "they're", I believe you wanted to write). Love and thanks - Bar

[PrinceMyshkin]

How lovely! How seemingly effortless and spontaneous.

[paperleaves]

WOW. I hate to say it like this, but this (IMO) is your best poem thus far. I love it, I love it, I love it. It suggests such a childlike innocence, the images are crisp and clear, not blurred with age, no cataracts to deter the fierce persistence of memory.

Congratulations and thank you for sharing!
love
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[Revolte]

This is as genuine as it is beautiful, Revolte. Your first word" flower"... you're a born romantic! and I hope not all the flowers are buried in the cement snow... for here is one that "pops up", your poem.
(just one typo: not "their" but "they're", I believe you wanted to write). Love and thanks - Bar

I always seem to mess on that word lol.

Thank you everyone!!!!