Dying Flowers

Dying Flowers
I hate to see dying flowers
I dislike the scent
Flowers once vibrant and lovely
No longer live
When they begin to droop
They remind me of my spirit
My head hangs down
Tears flow like a river
My wings have been broken
I no longer soar
I used to sing and tweet like a bird
Stars don't sparkle as bright
Nights are far too long
The sun no longer shines
Dying flowers
Make me sad
I don't want them anymore.

©December 26, 2014 Janet Irene Griffin

I wrote this poem displaying my emotions on the sudden passing of my dear beloved husband, November 28, 2014. I was given so many beautiful flowers to help uplift my spirit, yet in time they were all dying.

I want to post this poem, it is dear to my heart.

"How Do I Love Thee?" by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height

My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight

For the ends of being and ideal grace.

I love thee to the level of every day's

Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.

I love thee freely, as men strive for right;

I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.

I love thee with the passion put to use

In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.

I love thee with a love I seemed to lose

With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath,

Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,

I shall but love thee better after death.

It's no surprise that many of the most famous poems ever written tackle the joy and heartbreak that comes with love, and if you want a love poem for men, Elizabeth Barrett Browning's work is a fantastic choice. "How Do I Love Thee" describes a love so pure and so strong that it remains unwavering in the face of time and stretches beyond the grave.

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