A breath of a breeze
Tousles my hair
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Heavy with fragrance As sweet as your heart I stood in the garden Till day did depart...... lost love and tears. human mind, human heart, its desires, its sense of loss, its craving for love. all these came in your poem. thank you very much. it was a pleasure to read your poem thank you. tony
words used are soft but are of heavy meaning.alternate rhyme scheme is nicely used.nicely written madam.
Watching daylight disappear while standing in the garden, seeing the flowers hiding their faces from the twilight, their scent now gone like love being lost. Nature's sign of loss and tears! Beautiful imagery and rhythm, soulful feelings hiding beneath the imagery, a really great poem! Thank you for sharing it. RoseAnn
You need to write more often. Few have the talent for imagery that you show in poems like this. Though inspired by a scent..it brings to my mind a nostalgic memory of a relatives overgrown garden on the edge of a manicured lawn. It was as much of a contrast as your imagery of love versus lost love
nicely done. good rhyming, or course. i can't decide which of the 1st or 2nd stanza i enjoyed the most; they are both great. i could picture the 'moss laden' trees' softening the 'sun's glare'. maybe i need one of those branches when i'm driving towards the sunrise/sunset; i can hang it from the sun visor. how do you KNOW how sweet my heart is? were YOU 'heavy with fragrance' or was the flowering vine? or both? ? bri :) to MyPoemList.
Your wonderful poem has a softness and sweetness that is so very refreshing! Really enjoyed this beautiful piece of your work. 'The flower's a sign Of lost Love and Tears' - Simply superb! 10/10.
the scent slowly wipes the sweetness And inhale the charm as sweet as the cool breeze touches the meadows and valleys.
the opposites dealt with in a lovely verse poetic charming and great read liked
Memories of love and tears brought on by intoxication of the flowers love fragrance...powerful poem bringing on loneliness as I feel it...regards
A lovely picture you drew with the jasmine vines where the traces of both joy and fear was there, enjoyed.
Or a sign of new growth here now! Look up again, unfurrow your brow! Grab love, give it, tis everywhere in the vines, in your hair! Lovely poem you wrote!
The flower remembers The Love and Joys - happy ending and nothing fears