The Orchid

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Hey guys. I wrote this poem for my mom because, um, er, well,
she thought I didn't care about her birthday today.
It's a long story... But here it is. The Orchid.


Like water,
You nourish my roots,
Caring for me,
Like soil for a seed.

Your inner light,
Bright as a thousand suns,
Warm as desert sand,
And I follow you,
Bursting from beneath the ground,
Magnetized by your magic.

Branches, reaching farther,
Stretching higher,
Learning to stand tall.
You teach me.

The true nature of a star
Is to give hope.
To shine light
On even the darkest of prospects.

And when the rage of the wind
Threatens to uproot
What you’ve so tenderly cherished,
You stand by me,
Never willing to give up.

Even when the rain crashes down,
And the wind whips against your face,
While the world looks down upon you.
You stand, unwavering, and grand.

What gives a person
The ability to endure so much?
To harbor strength beyond imagine?
Courage, its origin still unknown.

Like an orchid,
Your elegance is refined.
Flourishing in shades of deep purple,
Dotted light pink,
And lined with the purest of white.

You stand, beauty everlasting, with a heart of gold.
Last edited by Angels-Symphony on Sun Aug 09, 2009 10:37 pm, edited 1 time in total.
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Hey Shina!

Such a lovely poem you have here! I'm sure your mum will love it!

I have a few nitpicks for you here:

Your inner light,

Bright as a thousand suns,

Warm as desert sand,

And I follow you,


I think you need a line in between "warm as desert sand" and "and I follow you", otherwise it doesn't make much sense. Perhaps something like "guides me through *insert something poetic here*"?

The true nature of a star

Is to give hope, isn’t it?


The "isn't it?" makes it sound a little awkward. Maybe try rephrasing it?

The shine light

On even the darkest of prospects


"The" should be "to". Also you've used the caption of "light" already so perhaps change "to shine light" to "to shine brightly"?

And the wind whips against your face,

And the world looks down upon you.


Try changing one of the "and"'s to an "or" to avoid repetition.

Courage and its origin still unknown.


This doesn't make much sense - maybe cut out the "courage" and make it "it's origin is still unknown"?

Like an orchid,

Your elegance is refined.

Flourishing in shades of deep purple,

Dotted light pink,

And lined with the purest of white.


No nitpicks here, I just loved the imagery you put into this stanza! :D

Happy :)




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I thought this poem was adorable! I really liked it, i think it had just enough power and sugary sweetness.

As far as suggestions I think happy-go-lucky touched on everything although I would like to add some of my own suggestions to hers.

Your inner light,

Bright as a thousand suns,

Warm as desert sand,

And I follow you,


as far as this I think that even just adding "guides me through" would be enough. It keeps it kind of vague still and applies it to a unknown number of situations. Because lets be honest whether we acknowledge it or not our moms guide us through a hell of a lot. Each in their own ways at least :)


And the wind whips against your face,

And the world looks down upon you.


maybe try changing the second 'and' to a 'while'? I don't know, I get the repetition here actually because I use it like this in my own poems quite often. So really if you keep it as an and it still works for me, haha.

as far as the last stanza,

I loved it!

I love orchids and think this imagery fits perfectly.

Good job and I think your mom will love it. :)

sorry for ahead of time if there's any mistakes, I'm in a bit of a hurry again.
Last edited by wearebright on Mon Aug 10, 2009 4:19 am, edited 1 time in total.




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I love this poem; it's sweet and elegant. Your use of imagery and metaphors is amazing.
The true nature of a star
Is to give hope, isn’t it?
The shine light
On even the darkest of prospects.

I agree the "isn't it?" seems akward. Perhaps if you said "is it not?"
All of the other minor corrections I see have already been said by others.
Like an orchid,
Your elegance is refined.
Flourishing in shades of deep purple,
Dotted light pink,
And lined with the purest of white.

You stand, beauty everlasting, with a heart of gold.

This is great. Thank the Lord for mothers like this who stand by us in our darkest hours and never give up on us! Awesome job and keep writing :D
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