A Self-Love Poem Collection By: Rosaria Lo Presti

To celebrate national poetry month, I wrote a self-love poetry collection on the theme of flowers. Through captivating words and dreamy imagery, I hope to capture the deep marks of self-esteem, confidence and self-love. Here are a few of my favorites out of the collection:

Lavender Fields

She searched for herself in the sunrise every morning

while stroking her fingers through her curls.

Hiding out in the lavender fields

from the girls, she calls models.

Why couldn’t she have their hair

or their natural rosy cheeks

that reminded her of bubblegum?

Or the lemon dresses that 

showed off their curves

and tanned skin that glowed in the sun?

She’d stroke her hair for hours

while lying on the grass

just daydreaming of the woman, 

she hoped to be,

until the bees came out.

It took time for the sun to show off its colors

and open her eyes to the lavender around her.

She stood in the moment and absorbed

the sweet notes of lavender from the flowers.

A scent filled with the delicacy of florals and herbs

that she sipped in her tea every morning.

The woodsy aroma permeated a ton of different scents

like her favorite hints of rosemary and orange blossoms. 

All the colors filled with purple and green hues 

along with reds and yellows from the sunrise 

were mesmerizing in her eyes,

and she realized her colors were too.

When in a field full of lavender,

not all are the same,

but they are all uniquely beautiful,

in their own way.

So, she finally blossomed.

Moon Gardens

Her petals bloom when the sun goes down

to reveal her beautiful white blossoms

that light up the moon gardens.

They know her by 

her heavenly honey fragrance

that transforms the precious garden

into a scented paradise.

It’s always kept gated

since it’s her private place

to get caught up in the soil of working her magic.

Intertwined in the beauty of her graves,

it’s no place for soulmates,

just thousands of silver foliage 

luring her into the love she plants for herself in the flowers,

that remain visible on her skin. 

 Lonely Daffodil

My mind wanders when I watch the sun go down,

dazing off into the hazy red sky,

so close to my loved ones,

yet, they seem so far away. 

Sometimes I wonder what makes me feel this way.

Could it be the way their stems tear in the wind?

Or the crumbling sound of their leaves 

when the season comes to an end?

With their colors so bright of yellow and orange 

you’d think I’d feel the warmth 

they carry with them,

but I’m struggling to sense my own colors,

within my group of daffodils. 

I just wish to grow as tall as they do,

and have multiple colors on my petals

to look just as strong and capable.

My roots are filled with too much fear,

that no hurricane can dig me out of,

and I rely on the rest of the daffodils for comfort,

but even the youngest seeds are growing before me.

When the stars come out and it’s time to rest,

I extend out my leaf to touch another,

and as soon as that leaf lets go,

I wake up stuck in the morning dew.

Now the moon has come out

and my fears are returning,

the sky seems gray tonight,

like a rainstorm is coming.

All the daffodils sound asleep beside me,

drooped over their stems and onto their leaves,

all snuggled together,

in a dark field of daffodils.

I reach out my petals to feel another stem,

but they feel so cold.

I wish I could hide in their shadows

or grow thicker petals to block out the raindrops.

But I know that once the sun comes up, 

I will feel warm and safe again,

surrounded by the daffodils,

and the roots that save me from breaking.

Bouquet of Flowers

A bouquet of flowers needs all of its colors;

not just the red and whites.

• flowers
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• self love