Poem On Flowers Novels & Stories

Hindi agad nakapagsalita si Xayvier, tila isinisiksik pa nito sa kokote ang sinasabi ng matanda hanggang sa ibalik niya ang hawak na sunflower at tulips. "Ate, pakisama na rin po ang lily of the valley. Puwede po bang ipaayos sa isang bouquet na simple pero nakakaaliw tignan?" "Aba'y syempre! Natural! Ako pa ba? Dito na ako kilala sa mga customer kong nagpapa-gawa ng ‘bulaklak ng loob’ kumbaga. Antayin mo lang ha, anak, mga limang minuto lang ito at tapos na agad!" Masayang sagot ng matanda habang nag-ayos.

More intimate than I was willing to admit. As I stared at the flowers, a mix of warmth and frustration flooded through me. How was I supposed to stay distant from someone who could still make my heart race with just a few words? This was getting harder by the day. But deep down, I knew I wasn’t ready to give up the fight. Not yet. Every day, Dylan sent a new bouquet—each one more extravagant than the last. A mix of roses, lilies, and orchids, each arrangement arrived with a little note, always signed off with that simple, maddening -D.

Hindi niya alam kung ano ang pinag-uusapan ni Kaizer at ng Lola niya, pero ramdam niya ang bigat ng hangin sa paligid. Mataas na ang buwan sa kalangitan, at ang malamig nitong liwanag ay bumabalot sa buong hardin. Hindi napigilan ni Lexie ang mamitas ng ilang bulaklak ng rose at sunflower mula sa namumulaklak na bakuran. Napakabango ng mga ito, at gusto niyang dalhin pauwi upang patuyuin. Maaari itong isipit sa libro o di kaya ay ilagay sa frame bilang display. Maganda ito para sa kanyang silid.

She like the smell. "This one called, Azalea. You know what? Throughout the world, this flower stands for love and gentleness, making it perfect to give to a loved one for any occassion. And it also speaks of taking care of yourself and everlasting beauty," tugon ni David sa dalaga. "Speaking of love, I'm tired of waiting," saad ni Yana sa binata. "If that's the case, the decision is yours," simpleng sagot ni David.

Halos manlaki ang aking mata at gusto ko rin sanang huminto ngunit hindi ko na ginawa. Natatanaw ko lamang dito ang maraming bulaklak tulad ng orchids, antharium, calla gumamela, perrenials, dahlia na sobrang hitik. Pati ang ilang puno na narito tulad na lamang ng sweet tamarind ay may bunga. It was fabulous and magnificence ,maybe that gardener,made by glamour out of flowers. It can make us realize that we have a lot of blessings and we should thank God and everybody around us for it.

Pero may something kay Drifter na nagpaparamdam sa akin na okay lang maging totoo. Drifter: “Really? How come no guy has ever given you flowers?” “Probably because I was never taken seriously in that way. I was always the funny girl, the cool friend, the temporary adventure… but not the woman who inspires romantic gestures. You know? Flowers are for when someone wants to show that their feelings are special and meaningful.” Drifter: “That’s impossible. Any man who doesn’t see that you deserve flowers is missing a huge opportunity. Sometimes the simplest gestures are the most meaningful.”

Nanghihina naman akong napaatras habang pilit na pinigilan ang mga luha ko sa pagtulo lalo. Those flowers gave me happiness when there's no one for me. Because of them I manage to smile even a little evn though I'm hurting. But they are completely gone now. Ni isang puno ay wala nang natira at malinis na malinis na ang buong garden.

Oh my God, ‘wag naman po sana! “I’m just checking if our gate was securely locked,” Dad said while double checking the big padlock. Mabuti na lang talaga at na-lock ‘yon ni Ate Paula sa kabila nang pagmamadali namin kanina. Nakahinga naman ako nang maluwag. I hoped that this would be the last. Baka magkasakit na ako sa puso nang dahil sa sobrang kaba. We went to the garden after. Our garden was serene and it was covered with daisies, dandelions, red roses, edelweiss, petunias, sunflowers, tulips and of course the national flower of Germany, cornflowers.

HumaIik siya kay tita at sunod ay sakin. Hinila na ako ni tita papunta sa garden at pinakita niya sakin yung bulaklak. I don’t know anong klaseng bulaklak yun pero malaki siya. “Do you know what flower is this, Rida?” “Hindi po tita.” “This is Rose Mallow. They believe that this flower symbolizes of delicate beauty and great beginnings.” Na-amaze ako sa sinabi niya. Habang matagal ko siyang nakakasama, napapatanong ako sa sarili ko kung ano siya noon.

As I took the carnation from Korina's hands, I smiled at my maid and friend's thoughtful gesture. I brought the flower to my nose, inhaling its sweet scent. The fragrance was subtle yet inviting. Looking at the carnation, I admired its delicate petals, a soft pink hue with intricate details. I felt a sense of gratitude for the simple joy the flower brought. I'm captivated by its delicate yet resilient beauty. Unfold like delicate brush strokes, gently ruffled and layered with intricate detail. Gazing at the carnation, I feel a sense of nostalgia and simplicity wash over me. The flower's gentle beauty evokes memories of love, warmth, and long-lasting bonds. The delicate petals seem to whisper