Poem On Flowers Novels & Stories

Noong una ay mukhang ordinaryo lang ito—hanggang sa nagsimulang maglaho ang liwanag. As dusk settled, tiny points of blue and violet began to glow among the leaves. Flowers softly illuminated, like they’d swallowed starlight and decided to keep it. Napabuntong-hininga ako kahit na naguguluhan ako. “Cairo…” “They only bloom like this at night,” he said. “My mom loved them. She said they reminded her that beauty doesn’t need an audience.” Naninikip ang dibdib ko. “She used to bring me here when I couldn’t sleep,” he went on. “Said the garden would listen when people wouldn’t.”

"Na-realize ko lang na katulad ng mga bulaklak na katulad ng Carnation, there's no permanent in this world. Lahat lilipas but the the moment you bloom, 'yong panahong masaya ka at maganda ang panahon, you'll never forget that moment of your life dahil parte iyon ng nakaraan mo kung saan ka naging masaya." Napahinto si Zymon. Seryoso siya nitong tiningnan sa kaniyang mga mata. Humarap ito sa kaniya. "Tama ka there's no permanent in this world, maikli lang 'yong buhay natin katulad ng Carnation, mapapawi, mawawala at alam mo ba kung ano 'yong maganda doon? Flowers choose to bloom even they know they won't last long. Pinili nila ang magandang parteng iyon dahil alam nilang iisa lang ang pagkaka

By the looks of it, ang mahal kung ipapareserve nya to, no doubt mayaman ang isa na to, marami pa talaga akong hindi alam sa kanya. “Yes, madame,” sagot nya sakto naman na huminto kami sa isang spot na punong puno ng sunflower, “I’m gonna leave you here now, enjoy the rest of the night.” Paalam nya, hindi na ako nakasagot sa sobrang amazement sa nakikita ko. It’s always been my favorite flower, sunflower means unconditional love, hindi ako hopeless romantic, hindi rin ako sobrang bitter, I just love the meaning of it.

The flower is just too beautiful and I can't help myself. "It's Juliet Rose. They are exquisite, just like you." Tugon nito sa akin. Napangiti naman ako. The flower is indeed beautiful. It made me feel like, I am alive again for some reason. ©️charmaineglorymae

At kapag nakuha na niya ang oportunidad na iyon, mapapanatag na ang loob niya at mabibigyan na niya ng hustisya ang pagkamatay ng lola niya. Muli niyang sinipat ng tingin si Rose at aliw na aliw pa ito sa ginagawang paghaplos sa mga bulaklak at paminsan-minsang inaamoy pa ito. Lumapit siya rito. Naramdaman din naman agad ni Rose ang presensya niya sa likuran na nito. "You know..." panimula nito. "Every flower we're passing by here in Spy Creek holds a special place in my heart. These flowers, they aren't just random blooms. Each one was carefully planted by my dear grandmother."

It has a sweet aroma coming from the leaves. She broke out a hearty smile. “Hey, Elm! I remembered that the first flowers you gave me were paper roses. Is it not time to give me a real one?” Muli siyang pumitas ng flower na nakita niya. It was very small and fragile. “Like this one?” Ipinakita niya rito ang hawak niya. Hindi ito sumagot at huminto sa tabi ng isang mayabong na halaman. Pagkatapos ay yumuko ito. Tumaas ang kilay niya at hinintay na kunin nito ang kung anong nakita nito.

As soon as I lifted my head, the sweet, heady scent of blossoms wrapped around us like a soft blanket. We were standing at the edge of an endless field that stretched all the way to where the dark sky met the horizon. Thousands upon thousands of flowers bloomed beneath the moonlight – purple lavender, white daisies, yellow sunflowers that still held their heads high despite the hour, and patches of tiny blue bells that seemed to glow like scattered stars on the earth. Hindi ako makapaniwala sa nakikita ko ngayon. Mga bulaklak na parang hindi totoo at parang kinuha lang sa panaginip, sa sobrang dami.

I slid my fingers on them and feel them as if they can see my heart inside. I love daisy flowers because of their beautiful meaning— innocence and purity. It also symbolizes a new beginning. A new beginning brings hope. I love how innocent it is inside and out. That watching these flowers bloom in its season brings hope to me. Pumitas ako ng isa at nilagay ito sa tainga ko. I love how these flowers ignite something inside me whenever I see them.

I wanna say it was not the flowers I am looking at, but because Trace thought it was the flower, so be it. Definitely, I like white roses, for that color represents purity, divinity, and innocence… but I just shook my head to gesture that I am not into the flowers. Ayoko naman na bibigyan niya ako ng bulaklak dahil akala niya ay gusto ko no'n. He should give me flowers because he wants to, not because I requested them.

Dahil sa tuwing maisuot ko iyon, para akong itinatali sa isang pangarap na hindi kailanman dapat maging akin. “Flowers bloom best when matched with the right season. Some thrive, others wither… no matter how much you tend them.” Mga salitang iniwan ni Mrs. Celeste. At ako, isang bulaklak lang na pinilit sumibol sa maling panahon. Isang hapon, nakaupo ako sa garden habang gumuguhit ng bougainvillea. Maliban sa tunog ng lapis sa papel ay wala nang ibang naririnig.