Unspoken Petals

Through and through all along

Words could finally speak

Of those never ending petals

Fallen beyond the lines

Finally within alluring times

Tides of bliss came through

Angelic hues of translucent blue

Tonight a tomorrow gives in

Walls that came tumbling down

Yet no one heard them

A theme of red with delicate throws

A butterfly flew by

Telling this tale of times

When a smile filled the room

Surrendering to the idea of you

Crushed turning red to blue

Waiting for the words

Unspoken petals felt 

Closing down the sighs

Of every night

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Amazing movement of words. I liked how you used the description. More the poetry colorful and interesting. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry Nisreen.
Coyote

[Weeping willow]

Lovely write and the expression is beautifully done ;-]

[D. Mansfield]

I like the poem nice job.

[JayG]

Well, you did ask...

It's possible that the part of the story that would have given a reader context never made it to the page, Because, when you say "Through and through all along," that brings up the question: "All along what?

Then you say, "Words could finally speak." But they don't. And, speak about what? You don't say.

You say, "A butterfly flew by Telling this tale of times When a smile filled the room" I have to ask: "This tale? This is a tale about someone's smile somehow filling an unknown room? But then you drop that, too.

Looking at your work, in general, it would seem that you're focused on impressing the reader with a spray of pretty words that seem to have been generated by an online poetry generator.

It kind of reminds me of Bunthorn's, Oh, Hollow! Hollow! Hollow!

What time the poet hath hymned

The writhing maid, lithe-limbed,

Quivering on amaranthine asphodel,

How can he paint her woes,

Knowing, as well he knows,

That all can be set right with calomel?


When from the poet's plinth

The amorous colocynth

Yearns for the aloe, faint with rapturous thrills,

How can he hymn their throes

Knowing, as well he knows,

That they are only uncompounded pills?


Is it, and can it be,

Nature hath this decree,

Nothing poetic in the world shall dwell?

Or that in all her works

Something poetic lurks,

Even in colocynth and calomel?

I cannot tell.

[andrew mitchell]

Like nature nothing really is stable always changing from the subtle to more abstract tones.

[Nisreen]

Thanks 🙏 Andrew

[Sami Khalil]

I like the idea of unspoken petal as unspoken words tumbling down. Slightly romantic and visually panoramic.
Well done Miss Nisreen...

[Nisreen]

Thank you Sami

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome Nisreen....

[willweb]

Such a beautiful poem that floats slowly downward until the blue moments seem to take over. However...just a bit sun will add enough yellow to that blue to create a wonderful shade of green and green is the color of new life so everything can be fresh again. I really enjoyed how you wrote this my friend. Tugged on my emotions.

[Nisreen]

You read it so well
There is always hope and everything finds a way of working out if only we could see the light
if only!
Thank you

[Einstein Noodle]

a difficult but softer than not, landing .. ;) i like your work with blue and red .. and of course the petal metaphor .. "A theme of red with delicate throws" ,, love it! the lightness of your broken heart in this is by contrast weighing down on me .. good stuff says i! thanks for sharing Ms. Nis

[Nisreen]

Thank you E

[Chris Shaw]

I enjoyed the emotion contained in your lines. Started off with promise only to end on a blue note. Nice poetic expression Nisreen. Thank you for posting.

Chris

[Nisreen]

A blue ocean of words
A life never ending
Thank you Chris

[Chris Shaw]

You are welcome