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Forgotten Flowers Inhale
A Love Poem
Forgotten flowers in old books
inhale in my heart.
Life clings like
summer weeds, tangled, caught
in the gutter.
But my eyes still gleam —
not dead, not yet.
With age, I’ve grown beyond
the reach of myself,
awkward, knotted,
like an oak in the cliff face.
Oh, but how I ache for you —
a weight no one sees;
Like the pale blue moon,
a ghostly glow reminding me of love
lost to this cruel, jagged world.
One day, I hope
to crack the old shelf of my heart,
let dead leaves bloom
into roses once more,
though I don’t know
if they’ll remember how.
A haunting journey through memory and longing, this free verse poem captures the ache of aging and resilience. Forgotten flowers, tangled roots, and hopes of blooming again reflect a soul bound to endure — awakening beauty from decay. Perfect for lovers of introspective, nature-infused poetry
