Florebit
I am but a flower, Found in the light of the sun, Swaying beneath your feet, Growing in the ground on which you run. I am but a moment, Appearing in a season; However this so, I still have a reason.…
language-of-flowers is one of the most explored themes on Power Poetry, where young poets share their authentic voices and lived experiences. The 2 poems below range from raw first drafts to carefully crafted works — each one a window into how a young writer sees language-of-flowers in their life. Whether you're looking for inspiration, connection, or just want to know you're not alone, start reading and see what resonates.
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