Poems about vase


№ 1199299

Straws In Flower Vase

My daughter was shouting on me for a cause
She was correcting my flaw just clause by clause
I was just listening to her interpretation of laws
I thought I was collecting straws in flower vase

The matter pertained to my brother's widow
Who left us on the tricks of her father and family
And initiated a bogus case in the court to flow
To sail in her stream on our cost to be totally free

I was for her being sole inheritor of my brother
As the rules of army are clear and fair on subject
So why to keep her and ourselves on the altar
We should be love sparing not in contempt strict

Then idea got full support from my daughter
That will of God is supreme to take its own path
Hence we should be right not to be defaulter
We should aspire for mercy and not for the wrath

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2017 Golden Glow

flower,  straws,  vase.

Author: Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Date: 28/03/2020

№ 1197855

The Daisy In A Vase

Through the stormy desert
Your thirst staggered for days,
And ends up sipping
Fresh experiences as consolation.
An ocean of memories inside heart
Constantly combusts like wild flames,
Yet seems so peaceful
Like the rough skin of an extinct volcano.
You believed in my words, that,
One can't grow larger than sun,
Or be more skillful than Orion,
Weaving luminosity over
The edge of eastern horizon.
But one can be the daisy in a vase
Who dreams every night of blooming
Like a star, with shimmering aura,
Writing fates of humans,
As if she can pick them, pluck them now,
From life, whenever she wishes.
We are all like her,
Craving for a virgin dream to live with.
And in the mirror of life,
Trying to reflect it time after time.

daisy,  vase.

Author: Sanjukta Nag
Date: 27/03/2020

№ 1188255

The flower and the vase.

A flower,
An accent,
Distinguished appeal.
You are the vase,
Your love, the water,
The nourishment,
Which keeps this flower,
From wilting.
Without you,
I would not live as long,
I could not be, as strong.
You contain, everything I need
To live a fulfilled life,
Within your exterior.
I only wish, to get inside,
To attain, what is in you,
That keeps me alive.
For this reason, I stay.
I feed off of you,
While I keep you full,
With me, you are whole.
A give, and a take,
Without any mistakes,
This, may be our fate.
We could be, soul-mates.

flower,  vase.

Author: Elemenohp
Date: 18/03/2020

№ 1178035

The Vase

If you look closely

You will see

The cracks and fault lines

That comprise me

From the outside, to the unattuned eye

I look like a normal vase,

For the glue is now dry.

Truth be told

I was smashed


Pieces essential to my core

Strewn haphazardly across the floor.

But thanks to those that saw me,

And a little internal conviction.

My pieces have been collected

My old form resurrected.

Thanks to a little glue

I appear to be almost brand new.

But don't be deceived

For what you perceive

Should not be completely believed.

For the vase is very fragile,

Not to be toyed with.

Not a player's game.

Please don't mishandle me,

And resurface days of misery.


Author: RisingUp
Date: 09/03/2020

№ 1175255

In A Vase

I hid myself in a vase

The exterior was so beautiful

Many never bothered to look in

They all came and admired

But none ever tried to reach in


Author: Blair
Date: 06/03/2020

№ 1175093


It's sad how
People can break you.


Author: Marie-Niege
Date: 06/03/2020

№ 1174984

Cloudy Vase

He lets me place my hands on his cheeks
And what I mean by that is
He doesn't hit me when I bother him with my affection
He lets me travel my hands gently to his chest
During my slow and careful inspection
It starts with them trembling against the scruff on his cheeks
He says he needs to shave
I say he needs to let it grow
I run my fingers across the peaks of his eyebrows
He relaxes his tense muscles slowly under my touch
I feel an influx of emotions as I begin to understand
This man loves me
I'm tracing every inch of him into my brain
Because love like this can never be attained twice
The way he lets me be myself is something I am unaccustomed to
It is something which I am still adjusting to
My hands become more confident
They explore his arms, the ones that hold me
He holds me delicately as if I am a paper bird
And he does not wish to crumple or fold me
I tell him I am not fragile
He says he is aware
He says he knows how much I like it
When he pulls my hair
I ignore his sly comment and continue my journey
Whoever came before does not concern me
I know I am his
I am comfortable in this

cloudy,  vase.

Author: Parker Poole
Date: 06/03/2020

№ 1173978

I Am A Shattered Vase

My pieces lie on the floor. I am battered and broken. I once was whole and beautiful. I am now torn asunder. I came from sand and was wrought in fire. Now by violence I am broken. What I was can never be again. What will become of me is still unclear. My heart is scarcely able to beat. I find it hard to breathe. I am not sure that I can be mended, what is to become of me. These thoughts run through my mind as I stand over a shattered vase. Like the vessel that once stood beautifully, I am broken and do not know if I can ever be whole again.

shattered,  vase.

Author: James M Vines
Date: 05/03/2020