Poetry About Flowers Mga Nobela at Kwento

Pero the more she gushed and made credible feedback to my work, the more na ako ang nadi-distract sa kanya. “Gusto ko ang highlight ng colors sa petals ng hibiscus flowers mo. Itong yellow sa violet, lalo talagang nagpatingkad sa overall. And these roses… mas gusto ko pa itong painting makuha sa Valentine’s Day instead of the real ones! Unless they’re on pots. I really hate receiving cut flowers. Kahit anong ganda, they will die eventually. I rather like live plants.” Pagkasabi niya niyon, obvious na bigla na naman siyang nalungkot.

Mga bagay na may saysay sa lab, hindi sa puso. Tinangka kong iguhit ang buwan. Isang kurba lang, saka ako tumigil. Crooked. Unfinished. At habang hawak ko ang lapis, may biglang pumapasok na alaala. Ang isang boses, malalim, bumubulong ng, “Flowers bloom best in the right season.” Napapikit ako, pinutol ang linya saka isinara ang iyon.

I can't help but to admire the beauty of it. Nakaharap ang prinsesa at iniipit ang takas na buhok sa kaniyang tenga habang may bulaklak doon na nakaipit. I bit my lower lip as I remembered how beautiful she was when I inserted a new flower behind her ears. She looks so captivating while twirling around as the flowers fall down into her. I don't know why, but that moment in my mind played slowmo. Flowers and Vreihya have something in common, flowers are used to beautify a place but Vreihya is here to beautify this world. She is the wildest and the rarest flower that I've ever seen.

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."

Inilipat ko ang aking paningin sa mga bulaklak na nasa harapan namin ngayon. The flowers are blooming. Humans are just like flowers, you need to take care of them for them to bloom, to feel loved, to be happy, and to shine. If you deprive the flowers the love and care that they deserve, they are most likely to die. Ganun din tayong mga tao, nangangailangan din ng pagmamahal at pag-aaruga. "Baby..." Napangiti ako sa isinagot niya.

Days after Thaddeus confessed, he gave me flowers. It wasn't a typical bouquet but a single bloom he picked from their garden. Thaddeus couldn't give me expensive flowers because of his status. I understood that. I didn't need those extravagant gestures, especially when I could easily buy such things for myself. What made his gifts special was the poetry he included with every flower. Each note was carefully crafted, filled with heartfelt words that made me see a different side of him. It was thoughtful, and despite everything, I still saw him as my competitor from school.

Parang napaka-positibo ng ibig sabihin ng mga bulaklak na ito at hindi ko maiwasang hindi mahalina dito ng tuluyan. The smell of these fresh flowers reminds me of the flower garden of my Mom in Greece. The late Arabella Montreal really loved flowers in different colors and forms. From Tulips, Peonies, Roses, and Lavender. Until now, those are blooming vibrantly because the caretaker is taking good care of it properly. "It seems that you really like flowers," untag niya sa akin. The amusement in his eyes was obvious. Masaya akong tumango. Dinala ko ang mga bulaklak sa mesa at nilapag pansamantala doon. Kumuha ako ng isang bakanteng glass vase sa isang coffee table at nilagyan iyon ng tubig.

"Shut up, will you?" He chuckled and snaked his arms around my waist. "How's your day, babe?" I smelled the flowers he gave me from Petalier. It's a combination of fresh hydranges, peonies, and pink roses. I'm not really into roses because I prefer sunflowers more, but roses are fine, as long as it's from him. "It was fine. May huling klase pa 'ko mamayang alas kuwatro." He noded. "Okay. I'll just wait here."

Umawang na lamang ang bibig niya at namamanghang nilibot ang mga mata sa lugar na biglang nag-transform at mistulang indoor garden ng roses at sunflowers. "Roses represents immortality, while sunflower's meaning is loyalty and a bright future. Magandang combi, di ba?" Hinawakan siya ni Martha sa braso at pinauupo sa silyang nasa sulok. "I-check mo kung may kulang pa, para maidagdag natin." Umiling siya. "Naku, wala na. Thank you so much for the effort," naluluha niyang sabi.

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.