They weren’t the cliched red roses that seemed to pour out love. They weren’t bright sunflowers that blinded every person in the room. They weren’t romantic tulips, or beautiful lilies.
He just got her one, simple, orchid.
josebachachicken
beautiful pale purple. white. scenting the world with a heavy fragrance. in one flower is a story of love of family of grandparents of world war 2.
the gardens are ancient.
they are well tended
they are antique.
b
The orchid bloomed, white as the satin dress she would never have the chance to wear.
Its funny, this flower blossomed, apparently unaffected by her world crashing down around her. It seemed wrong that something so beautiful should be able to live right now.
He had left it behind. Sitting on her windowsill, a silent reminder of what might have been.
WhoAmI?
orchids are lovely flowers of purple. generally i find that lavender is more attractivve. i take that back
the word orchid has acertain appeal to it that i find more seductive than lavender. i am not sure what aelse orchids mean to me.
sarah-nawal
Orchids are amazing flowers that many people generally keep as a decorative or living plants. My uncles have orchids because they believe that taking care of plants or flowers is a wonderful way of gardening. Orchids are probably the most expensive type of flower out there and i believe so also, however i would want one too.
charmaine
She was a beautiful orchid. Her hair a strange shade of white, unnatrual and strange. Her eyes were green, they type of green you could fall into with little invitation. She reached out with a beautiful long finger and drew me in. As the blade slit my throat, I smiled in the hands of an angel.
Uber wierd.
I stepped into the humid greenhouse that smelled of dirt and fertilizer. The fifty different types of orchids smiled up at me. I picked a flower, though I knew my grandmother would be mad; I could almost hear her voice,
Sarah
my mother loves them more than me.
x
burb burn like lush esplanades–lush orchid trees smiling in the sweet summer air…
jahs
I love orchids. I tried to make an orchid bloom a second time once. Went out and bought the special soil, fertilizer, pot, everything and I couldn’t do it. But I do love them and I still have the pots. I might try it again sometime.
bearbear
DIHCRO
jbkh
She looks over to the window, where it sits, beaming in the sunlight. An orchid, a single one, from her best friend the day before things all went wrong.
bob
When I was a little girl my mother would take little purple flowers and weave them into my hair I use to think “god! I look like a girly girl with this thing in my hair! ugg” But now every time I see a purple flower its almost as if I can feel her hands gently folding the stems into my hair. My back to her chest, listening to the beat of her heart and tuneless melody that would come out differently every time she tried to hum it. I can almost recall her smell…lightly perfumed water….roses maybe..or at least thats how I remember it. I loved her…but it was only when it was my turn to place flowers upon her that I realized how much…. Mom I miss you.
Believe it?
yeah?
sucker.
To my mother
The white orchid perched on her sill. Lonely, so lonely. The sad orchid wept for her.
DC
an orchid is a flower. very delicate. much like an appl orchid. where you can have many different types but it all is similar. an orchid is a great way to meet a lover, or have a stroll with a dear friend…or to incorporate it into your wedding.
Anonymous
orchid has a nice smell
Anonymous
She never woke up before 8 in her orchid. She’d lived inside its petals for so long that her natural awakening always came as the fuchsia petals unfurled around her in waves. Light would come streaming in to her beautiful bedroom while bee-specked winds toyed playfully with her honey hair.
Helen
eerie and fragile
usual
Crystal
Red
wagner
Walking through the garden my boy picked the biggest orchid and ran back to me. “A pretty flower for a pretty mommy” he said as he handed it to me. I couldn’t help but feel so much joy at seeing him so happy. The hospital had been a gloomy, morbid place and now he could shine in the open air.
Jessica
She lay in the orchid, torn, bleeding. Tears rolled from her black eyes. Dead.
Rhane Yarbrough
In the backyard atop the old pots there was a small little plant that had absolutely no life what so ever. It was called an orchid. The little orchid was dead. The end.
montana
I think of flowers. I’m not sure whether my definitive light of it all makes sense, but I think of possibly some sense of arbitrary beauty, along with the notion that that of course the world does not revolve around each of us and it is there that we see that an acknowledgment of this lost nature is necessary.
krasram
a beautiful color – plus a beautiful flower.. reminding me of the corsages that we used to get for our piano recitals. My sisters and I would always have matching orchids. I don’t remember them having a scent.
Townsleynator
the purple flowing petals of the flower melt the hearts of all who see it. streaks of white emblazoned at the very heart. it opens to all who look upon it.
Elisabeth
Orchids are expensive, but they’re very pretty flowers. I’ve never seen a blue one, like in that song by The White Stripes. That’s a really good song, Blue Orchid.
Reni
The flower blooms.
Its smell fills the air, and causes many animals to stop.
The flower blooms.
Its smell fills the air, and says to live.
The flower blooms.
Its smell fills the air, and dies.
The flower blooms.
Samantha
orchids. they had them at work last summer and i always thought they were so beautiful. such vibrant life. so…fragile, indescribable. (it was something i can still relate to, even now.)
jess
Orchid. Purple flowers. Effervescent, fleeting, mystical. Gone before you know it. Take a moment to step back and realize what you really want to find yourself doing, otherwise you just continue to meander into nothingness, leaving only random thoughts into the blending past.
Jane
When hatred enters the soul of man, I am first to fear its wrath. I believe my father to be a prime example of man and the wrath he and my mother incures has forced me to flee. It happens often and everytime I escape to the same place. Whether reading in school or hiding in the forest, the place for me…is always the same. I call this, the twisting and ageing orchid of man’s nature.
Eric Harrell
orchid – of flowers
sensibilities of pretty and
sustenance and
spirituality
and fragility
and life
nicki
flower. beutiful. are they purple? my hair used to be purple. not all of it though. i should really dye it again. just in time for halloween. pumpkins! pumpkin pie is gross. i like apple pie. i haven’t been apple picking in a while. typing is really annoying. i hate typos. my friens’s aunt collects them.
celaenosong
I see a flower. A beautiful purple flower being given to a girl by a boy who is more in love with her than anyone else could possibly be. And all he can say is ‘I love you’ and all she can reply is ‘I love you too’.
clarissa
orchid..the colour of which i violet, and the great thing is that it does not grow like usual, it needs air and not soil.
flower of which is costly.
bluemoonwalker@rediffmail.com
The orchids in the spring were looking just as beautiful as the picture on the package i bought them in. This marked three years from the day i brought home the hobo and with him the coolest orchid plants ever. i hope i get another hobo pretty soon.
Pargat Singh
steam need to shower with the orchid for it to be healthy and pretty
Anonymous
a flower.
so delicate, so precious
one might say life is like and orchid
some rare
some common
but all beautiful
no matter what species
i love orchids
with all their beauty and love
that comes from there center
bi_an_ca
i love this plant. so beautiful. the varieties of colors that it presents are so perfect to look at, no matter what mood.
Molly
Orchids, flowers they were. Just simple promise, in wrapping paper with a ribbon painstakingly tied. Orchids from him, said to be a gift. They were big, they were extravagant. Here, I went out of my way to ask a florist to wrap these in wrapping paper with a ribbon painstakingly tied. You are trying, at least. It is more than one can say for the sad remains of our once life. The petals start to fall, and everything seemed to unravel as each flower began to wilt. It was wilting, like the feelings that had trailed along with it. If flowers were forgiveness, you
They weren’t the cliched red roses that seemed to pour out love. They weren’t bright sunflowers that blinded every person in the room. They weren’t romantic tulips, or beautiful lilies.
He just got her one, simple, orchid.
beautiful pale purple. white. scenting the world with a heavy fragrance. in one flower is a story of love of family of grandparents of world war 2.
the gardens are ancient.
they are well tended
they are antique.
The orchid bloomed, white as the satin dress she would never have the chance to wear.
Its funny, this flower blossomed, apparently unaffected by her world crashing down around her. It seemed wrong that something so beautiful should be able to live right now.
He had left it behind. Sitting on her windowsill, a silent reminder of what might have been.
orchids are lovely flowers of purple. generally i find that lavender is more attractivve. i take that back
the word orchid has acertain appeal to it that i find more seductive than lavender. i am not sure what aelse orchids mean to me.
Orchids are amazing flowers that many people generally keep as a decorative or living plants. My uncles have orchids because they believe that taking care of plants or flowers is a wonderful way of gardening. Orchids are probably the most expensive type of flower out there and i believe so also, however i would want one too.
She was a beautiful orchid. Her hair a strange shade of white, unnatrual and strange. Her eyes were green, they type of green you could fall into with little invitation. She reached out with a beautiful long finger and drew me in. As the blade slit my throat, I smiled in the hands of an angel.
I stepped into the humid greenhouse that smelled of dirt and fertilizer. The fifty different types of orchids smiled up at me. I picked a flower, though I knew my grandmother would be mad; I could almost hear her voice,
my mother loves them more than me.
burb burn like lush esplanades–lush orchid trees smiling in the sweet summer air…
I love orchids. I tried to make an orchid bloom a second time once. Went out and bought the special soil, fertilizer, pot, everything and I couldn’t do it. But I do love them and I still have the pots. I might try it again sometime.
DIHCRO
She looks over to the window, where it sits, beaming in the sunlight. An orchid, a single one, from her best friend the day before things all went wrong.
When I was a little girl my mother would take little purple flowers and weave them into my hair I use to think “god! I look like a girly girl with this thing in my hair! ugg” But now every time I see a purple flower its almost as if I can feel her hands gently folding the stems into my hair. My back to her chest, listening to the beat of her heart and tuneless melody that would come out differently every time she tried to hum it. I can almost recall her smell…lightly perfumed water….roses maybe..or at least thats how I remember it. I loved her…but it was only when it was my turn to place flowers upon her that I realized how much…. Mom I miss you.
Believe it?
yeah?
sucker.
The white orchid perched on her sill. Lonely, so lonely. The sad orchid wept for her.
an orchid is a flower. very delicate. much like an appl orchid. where you can have many different types but it all is similar. an orchid is a great way to meet a lover, or have a stroll with a dear friend…or to incorporate it into your wedding.
orchid has a nice smell
She never woke up before 8 in her orchid. She’d lived inside its petals for so long that her natural awakening always came as the fuchsia petals unfurled around her in waves. Light would come streaming in to her beautiful bedroom while bee-specked winds toyed playfully with her honey hair.
eerie and fragile
usual
Red
Walking through the garden my boy picked the biggest orchid and ran back to me. “A pretty flower for a pretty mommy” he said as he handed it to me. I couldn’t help but feel so much joy at seeing him so happy. The hospital had been a gloomy, morbid place and now he could shine in the open air.
She lay in the orchid, torn, bleeding. Tears rolled from her black eyes. Dead.
In the backyard atop the old pots there was a small little plant that had absolutely no life what so ever. It was called an orchid. The little orchid was dead. The end.
I think of flowers. I’m not sure whether my definitive light of it all makes sense, but I think of possibly some sense of arbitrary beauty, along with the notion that that of course the world does not revolve around each of us and it is there that we see that an acknowledgment of this lost nature is necessary.
a beautiful color – plus a beautiful flower.. reminding me of the corsages that we used to get for our piano recitals. My sisters and I would always have matching orchids. I don’t remember them having a scent.
the purple flowing petals of the flower melt the hearts of all who see it. streaks of white emblazoned at the very heart. it opens to all who look upon it.
Orchids are expensive, but they’re very pretty flowers. I’ve never seen a blue one, like in that song by The White Stripes. That’s a really good song, Blue Orchid.
The flower blooms.
Its smell fills the air, and causes many animals to stop.
The flower blooms.
Its smell fills the air, and says to live.
The flower blooms.
Its smell fills the air, and dies.
The flower blooms.
orchids. they had them at work last summer and i always thought they were so beautiful. such vibrant life. so…fragile, indescribable. (it was something i can still relate to, even now.)
Orchid. Purple flowers. Effervescent, fleeting, mystical. Gone before you know it. Take a moment to step back and realize what you really want to find yourself doing, otherwise you just continue to meander into nothingness, leaving only random thoughts into the blending past.
When hatred enters the soul of man, I am first to fear its wrath. I believe my father to be a prime example of man and the wrath he and my mother incures has forced me to flee. It happens often and everytime I escape to the same place. Whether reading in school or hiding in the forest, the place for me…is always the same. I call this, the twisting and ageing orchid of man’s nature.
orchid – of flowers
sensibilities of pretty and
sustenance and
spirituality
and fragility
and life
flower. beutiful. are they purple? my hair used to be purple. not all of it though. i should really dye it again. just in time for halloween. pumpkins! pumpkin pie is gross. i like apple pie. i haven’t been apple picking in a while. typing is really annoying. i hate typos. my friens’s aunt collects them.
I see a flower. A beautiful purple flower being given to a girl by a boy who is more in love with her than anyone else could possibly be. And all he can say is ‘I love you’ and all she can reply is ‘I love you too’.
orchid..the colour of which i violet, and the great thing is that it does not grow like usual, it needs air and not soil.
flower of which is costly.
The orchids in the spring were looking just as beautiful as the picture on the package i bought them in. This marked three years from the day i brought home the hobo and with him the coolest orchid plants ever. i hope i get another hobo pretty soon.
steam need to shower with the orchid for it to be healthy and pretty
a flower.
so delicate, so precious
one might say life is like and orchid
some rare
some common
but all beautiful
no matter what species
i love orchids
with all their beauty and love
that comes from there center
i love this plant. so beautiful. the varieties of colors that it presents are so perfect to look at, no matter what mood.
Orchids, flowers they were. Just simple promise, in wrapping paper with a ribbon painstakingly tied. Orchids from him, said to be a gift. They were big, they were extravagant. Here, I went out of my way to ask a florist to wrap these in wrapping paper with a ribbon painstakingly tied. You are trying, at least. It is more than one can say for the sad remains of our once life. The petals start to fall, and everything seemed to unravel as each flower began to wilt. It was wilting, like the feelings that had trailed along with it. If flowers were forgiveness, you
beautiful flower