Dandelion Poetry Novels & Stories

The crescent moon standing in radiant light, so does the light linger round our souls, intertwining. The sands standing firm in earthly adornment, like an immovable roadside tree, so does my love stand bellicose and accoutred—a lion, Immortal as God The dusts spiraling into a whirlwind, so does my mind spiral at the thought of you as i teleport into a utopia of endless possibilities.

[Gale’s POV] "Mommy, mommy!" Letting a slow smile spread across my lips, I watched as Fallon rushed towards me with dandelions clasped in her pudgy little hands. "Flowers!" "They’re beautiful." I murmur, accepting her gift. "Did you know, if you blow their seeds you can make a wish and it will come true?" "Wish?" Fallon repeats, furrowing her brows adorably. "Like a wish for my brothers to come soon?" She tried.

Lily creased her brows as she looked at Murphy, not understanding what she meant. "So tell me, does dandelion always stay the same? Does it stay young forever?" Murphy was more understanding than anyone Amelia knew. Murphy was mature and has seen the world in more depth. Lily was confused. "Dandelion looks beautiful once it blooms, but as it starts getting old, it starts shining even from afar. But everyone has to leave once it becomes old. Once the dandelion becomes mature, the breeze takes it flying to the seven ocean where it starts its new life and journey. From seed to a mature plant and then helping its children to travel. It's long and the same process everyone has to go through. You

Who would have thought that this very time, he is now gone. 'Ien, you did great...' He stated as he let the eyes of close. 'You can now rest' ... Aq 'Ian, do you believe that all dandelions are happy?' 'Why did you ask Ien? Do flowers have emotions?' 'I don't know. But... to be a dandelion... i feel like i can be happy' 'Dandelions?' 'When the wind breeze, isn't it nice to just go to a place wherever the wind will brought you? You can fly... up high in the sky...'

There is a metal plate engraved with a poem. I'm a pirate in the grass— Hear ye people as ye pass. I'm a pirate bad and bold, Taking dandelion gold— All my hands and ships can hold. I'm a pirate—how the sun, Glitters on the gold I've won. I shall buy you house and land, And a castle silver-grand; With the gold within my hand. I smile, hearing her pick on me with this poem. “Do you remember the poem?” Dawn asks. “Annette Wynne,” I nod. “I am a Pirate.”

But that mindset changes instantly when they sleep together. It's just nice to sleep with someone, you can hug her like a pillow. As if his body is recuperating on its own. "You are my downfall." She whispered in his ears. "My sweetest and greatest downfall." NOTE: (1) Dandelion Myth - if you make a wish immediately before blowing on a dandelion seedhead your wish will come true, others say that only if all the seeds fly away when you blow will your wish come true.

she answered softly. I glanced at her, worried. “Why? Why are sunflowers your favorite flowers? I'd like to know.” “Ever since I was a child I've always loved dandelions because they are very… useful,” she said after a pause. “ Dandelion is very useful because it can be used as food for rabbits and other animals that are strictly herbivores and also it is very beautiful under the Sun. Also sunflowers are my favorite color so I'm not really drawn to yellow flowers.”

It flutters all around me, and I swear I can hear my mothers’ sweet, angelic voice singing… “I promise you there will come a day Butterfly fly away…” I haven’t touched my guitar or sang for quite a few years. I just can’t seem to bring myself to do it. The little yellow butterfly flutters to my right, my eyes follow it. It settles down on a dandelion. I haven’t seen a dandelion in such a long time, yet, to my right there seems to almost a be a field of them. How have I never noticed this before?

3. The Flower Moon was only a few days passed when the winds changed direction. Warm and inviting, it carried the promises of spring as it blew around us while we foraged in the mud and slush. In the thinning snow, I found it, the first verdant shoots of a dandelion. No one was close, so I selfishly ate it all. The tangy green goodness reminded me of all the things I missed about the warm months. It was gone too quickly. The aftertaste made me want to cry as I chewed yet another frozen, old root, trying to fill my empty belly with anything that would keep me alive till spring arrived fully. As I searched so desperately for more, I heard it again; the mournful call of the winter night. Liftin

He just kept walking until he stopped when something caught his attention. A pair of butterflies chasing each other greeted him. Mort followed them and took him to a mountain where he effortlessly climb until the wildflowers opened to him like cotton candy that glowed in the sun setting on the horizon. The horde of dandelions wildly disperses beautifully on the meadow. Mort blew at the round dandelion, causing the white seeds to fly all around the green meadow on a cliff over the ocean and sea.