Okay guys, it’s time to introduce you all to something that is extremely important to me…. Poetry. Poetry has helped me through a lot in my life, and it’s always there for me. You all know that writing is incredibly important to me, but specifically poetry is what has helped me the most. Anyway, I have family issues. That’s my thing. The thing that has defined me a lot in my life, and so this poem that I’m about to share is kind of saying how there is no perfect family, even if a family seems perfect, that just doesn’t exist. I am not sure if I am going to call it “Flowers” or “Family Portrait” yet. Maybe you guys can help me decide. Lastly, I pour my heart and soul into my work so please don’t take this poem as your own. It is something that I have spent hours working on, and it’s just wrong to steal poetry and pretend it’s your own. Okay, here goes nothing and everything.
Roses are red
Violets are violent
Daffodils hurt
Daisies are for when she cries
Dry your eyes
He loves you
Honeysuckle dew
Every morning
60 milligrams of the good stuff
She fell down the stairs
On her way to buy flowers
For her daughter whose
Cat scratched her bad last night
They really need to
Clip his claws
Her son would do it
If he weren’t busy
Being a man and
Learning from his father
who learned from his that
Dark purple belongs
Under her shirt so
She doesn’t shame the family
The same family that she
Provides with strapping,
Young men to follow
In the footsteps of their father
And daughters to give away
To real men who will
Keep them in line and
Buy them flowers
So that the house will always
Look and smell nice
Don’t forget to ice
That wound sweetie
You can’t go around
With it swollen up like that
Have a good day
Stay away from the neighbors
They wouldn’t understand
That he loves her and
She loves him
Can’t you see it?
What a good husband
He always come home
With flowers
-AcuteAnimosity
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