A Poem by SirEdwinSantosIII

A short love poem.



I can pluck you, Daisy. I can cut you, Rose.


I can take you, Lily Flower,


From the garden of my memory,


And keep you in my Southern window

While my garden’s overrun.


I can take you, Lily, to a snow white place,

While my garden goes away,


And can freeze you in your beauty there


While I sit with you


And freeze to death...

© 2021 SirEdwinSantosIII

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And maybe the speaker and the flower to whom he is talking will eventually be pressed together between the pages of a book.

Posted 1 Year Ago

This is a pretty haunting love poem. I'm afraid many lovers have the idea that picking a blossom & taking it away to their own habitat is the right thing to do, but I beg to differ. Despite your chilling message, the poetry is artful & lyrical (((HUGS)))

Posted 1 Year Ago

The cold beauty of a Lily on ice definitely has a gothic feel to it. Tragic, frozen together plucked from memory, Like Snow-white or Ophelia minus the flora and water. It has a danger sewn into the lines,
death becomes her kind of thing.

Posted 1 Year Ago

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3 Reviews
Added on September 14, 2021
Last Updated on September 14, 2021
Tags: poem, poetry, love poem, love



Greenville, NC

I grew up in the deep south. I write poetry and prose about love and corruption. My genres are anywhere from Southern Gothic to Sci-Fi. My favorite authors are Coleridge and Vonnegut. I could only hop.. more..