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I wrote this for my dad on father's day, just thought I'd share it.

Planted by the hand

nurtured in the ground

with no chaos known

just a faithful, rhythmic sound.

A boy cut through the stem

Petals still clean and crisp

tastes the death of the world

choked by the obscene.

Pruned by the hand

refreshed in the vase

with no water needed

just an unconditioned, loving embrace.

A boy watered with wisdom

stem made green and steadfast

spreads an aroma of sweet benevolence

an impression meant to last.

Planted by the boy

nurtured in the ground

with a prodigious example

a passion for truth and righteousness will abound.

Author's Note

Let me know what you think, if anything doesn't make sense or flow just tell me. I'd like to revise it, if needed. I'm also trying to think of a title if you want to throw some ideas my way :P

Reviews

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I like your poetry style, it has a perfect undetected and succesful strategy

"Planted by the hand
nurtured in the ground
with no chaos known
just a faithful, rhythmic sound"

[J. A. Lucero]

Thank you, I'm glad you like my style :)