Short Sunflower Poem Novels & Stories

He asked. I scoffed wondering if he was expecting me and the kids to starve and experience total misery... POEM BY MERCEDES. You are the sun that shines brightly throughout my day. You are the gravity that holds me down in every way. You are the moon that shimmers throughout my night. You are stars that glimmer oh so bright. You are the oxygen that keeps me alive. You are my heart that beats inside. You are the blood that flows through me. You are the only guy I can see.

ʜᴇ sᴍᴇʟʟᴇᴅ ʟᴏᴠᴇ, sʜɪᴇʟᴅɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ᴊᴜsᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴡɪʟᴅ ғʟᴏᴡᴇʀ ɢʟᴏᴡɪɴɢ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ sᴜɴ sᴘʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ᴊᴏʏ

I planned to help them wash the dishes and the other things that they used for cooking, but they wouldn't let me, that's why I just decided to go out of the kitchen door and when I finally got out, a flower garden opened up to me. There is only one type of flower in the garden and it is my favorite flower, none other than the sunflower. My smile was so big, especially when I got closer to the tall sunflowers. I think there are about one hundred plus sunflowers I am seeing right now. I feel really relieved every time I see flowers like this. And since I had nothing else to do, I just kept myself busy by pulling up the grass near the sunflowers. I did that for a few minutes and when I started

- She tells me and I close my eyes inhaling and focusing on that fragrance - Yeah, I know, but I'm so lost - A tear escaped my eyes - so tired... - I know... focus on the sun, the sunflower will survive as long as there is sun. - I lost my sun, I lost all my stars - I curl up and hug my legs - I'm just a withered flower, a lifeless sunflower, without sun.

The letter didn't have a header and it didn't say from who it was either. It's the wind, can't you hear it? The sound is melodic, almost a whisper. Little by little, the voice turns brittle. Drop after drop, the tears don't cease to stop. The tune itself surrounds her, and like a spell her thoughts drown in the well. A soft murmur caresses her petals that are so thin, the light in her eyes slowly turning dim. The sigh of defeat makes the whistling howls of the wind freeze. Everything stops just as the rose falls.

I quickly opened the next envelope. Sunflower symbolizes devotion and loyalty which come from the flower’s loyalty and devotion to the sun. Regardless of the sun’s actions, the sunflower continues to show its look at it, admire it, and follow its journey, making it the ultimate symbol of loyalty. I promise to be the sunflower to your sun. Now that you've been fed, go, and look for the clue where you lay your head…

Enjoying the feel of his arms around me. It’s not long before I begin to see it. After the blackness of night, Earth's star rises on the horizon, spreading her gold in every direction. She comes in the way that natural forces do, needing no invitation yet feeling her welcome. The light is her gift, bold and free, for anyone who cares to open their eyes in the dawn and watch the world awake. The sun blooms on the horizon, golden petals stretching ever outwards into the rich blue. It’s the brilliant flower of the sky that warms our days. It’s the invitation to a new day, the sunrise so ordinary, extraordinary. Before this rising sun I may be only a silhouette, yet as its rays, golden and stron

It is not surprising that in an instant he stopped the surrounding people from talking after he sang, because even I want to hear Shin’s voice clearly while singing. It wasn’t until Shin stopped singing that I noticed that he had come closer to me. One of our classmates gave her many yellow and white flowers. “Woodland sunflower and white wood aster.” I stared at the flowers that Shin was holding. He didn’t bring anything like this yesterday. He brought food yesterday with a lot of strawberries flavor. “I picked that earlier.” Shin said with a smile. “Good morning.” He added. I accepted the flower. “G-Good morning.” I almost stuttered greeting him, too. I’m not used to this kind of attention

, he said, studying her profile in the morning light. She let out a soft sound that might have been a laugh. "Rest is for people who didn't learn how to survive a week at a time. "Her eyes traced the outline of a child running toward a group planting sunflowers. "Look at them. They're planting sunflowers, Romeo". He followed her gaze and smiled, a small thing that reached slow across his face. "Sunflowers find the light", he said. "Maybe that's good symbol for us". Jessica's chest tightened at the simple truth. For so long they had bent toward survival; now, slowly, they were choosing to face the light.

he said excitedly to the others. The one with black hair closed his eyes, covering the irises that were the same color as the night sky. “She’s here,” he said in a whisper. He turned to the other three, a grin on his face, and continued, “The Moonflower.”