The lilies were wilting on the windowsill. The edges had curled inwards and taken on a crusty brown colour. There was no one left to care. The house was empty, the beds stripped of sheets, the floors swept clean. The lilies were the last remainder of the funeral.
I sat down in the field of lilies. Lilies are supposed to make you happy, all flowers are supposed to make you happy. That’s what they’re here for. But when I sat down in this field of lilies, the only thing I had the strength to do was to cry. So I did.
delilah
Lillies are symbols. They stand for death or for inocence. So you could say, they have two faces, the one of new life and the one of an ended beeing, really beautiful.
The lillies in Brian’s living room reminded me of the fresh lillies my grandmother always kept in a vase in her house when I visited her in the summer. Oh, their gentle fragrance and the sweet memories that will always accompany it.
Nicky
he came home with a present tucked behind his back. she looked at him skeptically. he pulled it out from behind his back, smiling. she started sneezing.
Why the need to find beauty where others seek? Is liking the unnatural a way for our souls to feel accepted. Why should we push logic aside? Opting to succumb to unruly folklore for the sake of finding peace.
They spent the warm summer day in a field of soft grass and lillies. They were lying on their sides, their knees and foreheads touching. It was all very sweet and romantic – almost too much so. “You know, if you were sparkling right now, this would be identical to a scene from those lame Twilight movies,” she laughed.
the scent was overpowering. The room was simply filled with them; white lillies, pink lillies, yellow lillies. She couldn’t breathe for the smell. But she was so happy in that moment, for it could only mean one thing. He was back. He knew lillies were her favourite flower!
I was surrounded by enormous palette of colors. Those weren’t typical flowers, they were enchanted in some way. I never saw lillies in so many different and weird colors. Imagine indigo lillies. I don’t have to … I saw them.
Where there would be a garden I found only swamp. His petals enveloped me, a surefire way to gain my allegiance. But after the ravishing came the instinctive need to get away from the garden we tended to all night. Repulsed by my own weakness. Body betrays mind so often.
in the meadow with your dreams
lays the hope you knew you’d had
with all that’s happened since
you never knew this is how
it’ll all turn out with everything you’ve done
in the grassy fields
lays everyone you’ve loved
and you measure them up
to the tallest flowers
and watch as you invision
what will happen
you can’t determine where you’ll go
but enjoy the breeze
and watch the grass grow
Jesus said to be like the lilies of the field, but I forget exactly what he meant by that. I look at the lilies and try to decide what I would have meant if I had taken it upon myself to say something so veiled and profound. I can’t really think of anything that I like. Be insentient. Be rooted. Be fragile. None of these seems to have the appropriate ring.
Lillies on the water. A serene peaceful moment. But suddenly the water bubbles. As I wonder what is happening, a frog jumps out and into my lap. I laugh as a take a lilly from the water and put it in my hair.
the lillies are the dares,
\for you am forever there ,
truely you know i care
i giving you lillies to tell you love i dare you
solita sada
“The lillies were blooming,” he recalled. “And it was just so perfect.”
I sighed wistfully. To think that the perfect moment had occurred with someone else. I knew I needed to change things and become the one with whom he spent the afternoons in the lillies.
EH. Lillies? Seriously? What type of pick up line-thing is that. Just because my name is Lilly, doesn’t mean— ugh. Forget it. Hand me the lillies, I need to annoy my grandma.
Lilly.
I grit my teeth as I walk through the doors. It may have only been two days, but I’m a changed person. If I step out of line even for a fraction of a second, they’ll eat me alive. I can’t stumble, trip, or fall. I make it to my locker, trying to focus on the small ticks between the numbers on the lock. I feel the eyes; I feel the vibes. I’m not the same person; I never was. I’m not like the others, who smell like flowers–like lilies. I smell like strength, courage, and independence, and they know it.
Lillies are often called the most beautiful flower in the world, when the cliche of the rose has been moved aside. A certain sadness prevails throughout them, their pure white color stirring certain emotions when viewed. I found myself amongst such flowers on all sides, and thought it appropriate.
Something fluttered just above, a white spot growing and expanding as it approached. The wind tossed it, a short gust throwing it to the side, but it quickly regained itself: the small wings slowing as it levitated for a short moment, then slowly landing on the small flowered plant in the center of a small pond.
Some fluttered just above, a white spot growing and expanding as it approached. The wind tossed it, a short gust throwing it to the side, but it quickly regained itself: the small wings slowing as it levitated for a short moment, then slowly landing on the small flowered plant in the center of a small pond.
Brielle
“Lillies” is incorrect spelling; it is spelled lilies. c:
yo
There were all sorts of flowers on the casket – the only type missing was the lilies. It had been her request not to include lilies. they were her most hated flower and it didn’t help she was allergic to them. So here were all her friends, celebrating her life
Lillies dancing across pads of green and brown. The fall mixing with the spring air. Chimney smoke trapped under a frothy sun.
You exit your office building with your briefcase dripping with coffee. Your co-worker spilled his mug across your lap. You sit by the pond for a bit and let your cheeks grow red in the hybrid of heat and frost. You are alone, and you are happy.
Belinda Roddie
I don’t know…
What about them? The flowers? Those pads that frogs frolic on? Hmmm, speaking of frogs, did you know they’re endangered? As in VERY endangered. I did a class assignment on it once in my science class. We watched videos about them and did some research. I learnt that the major causes for the endangerment for most of these frogs is habitat loss. Not surprising, really. But, I also read about a disease called chytrid. It would get into the skin of the frogs and kill them internally or something.
Matthew
Lillies for purity. A virtue that trains one to love. A virtue that the world needs more than ever. A virtue that enables one to be selfless in giving, serving and loving.
erm, lillies are a flower. they are white i think and they smell of stuff. they are errrrrrrr, help me i don’t know what to write. errrrrr, they are big and flowery flowers that smell of flowers and flowery things. lilli is also a name.
gillian
One of my favorite flowers would have to be the calla lilly. It is a beautiful flower, made into a bookmark by one of my best friends. A simple beautiful white flower.
“Ophelia was lying in the water, around flowers and water lillies”…after shakespeare
Gagaouh
Haha. I actually happen to know a couple of Lilys. That’s Lilys. L-I-L-Y-S. Because their name dictates nothing less. Keely, that whore, has taken my best friend for a whirl, and she’s upset everything that’s good about the Lily name. Which, let’s face it, ain’t much.
Lillies. Mother loves flowers doesn’t she? She always goes outside the patio to grow various fruits and vegetables. I remember my brother giving her a small cactus and she was very happy since it was a birthday present. As the years went by, the cactus grew very big and slanted xD But as always, she loves plants overall.
The lillies were purchased and Chad knew that it was the last time he would say good-bye. His grandmother had passed away a couple days before, and Chad was buying the lillies for her funeral. Grandmother had always loved those beautiful flowers.
Karen
Lillies remind my wife of death. So does the song “How Great Thou Art.” In fact, pretty much anything related to funerals. This can make for some awkward moments, particularly around Easter and whatnot. But I know I have my own issues, and so I try to be respectful whenever possible.
The lilies were wilting on the windowsill. The edges had curled inwards and taken on a crusty brown colour. There was no one left to care. The house was empty, the beds stripped of sheets, the floors swept clean. The lilies were the last remainder of the funeral.
I sat down in the field of lilies. Lilies are supposed to make you happy, all flowers are supposed to make you happy. That’s what they’re here for. But when I sat down in this field of lilies, the only thing I had the strength to do was to cry. So I did.
Lillies are symbols. They stand for death or for inocence. So you could say, they have two faces, the one of new life and the one of an ended beeing, really beautiful.
The lillies in Brian’s living room reminded me of the fresh lillies my grandmother always kept in a vase in her house when I visited her in the summer. Oh, their gentle fragrance and the sweet memories that will always accompany it.
he came home with a present tucked behind his back. she looked at him skeptically. he pulled it out from behind his back, smiling. she started sneezing.
beautiful, kind, sweet, fun, nice, delicate, happy, bright, sunshine, freee, blossom, gentle, love, star, feelings, day, summer
Why the need to find beauty where others seek? Is liking the unnatural a way for our souls to feel accepted. Why should we push logic aside? Opting to succumb to unruly folklore for the sake of finding peace.
They spent the warm summer day in a field of soft grass and lillies. They were lying on their sides, their knees and foreheads touching. It was all very sweet and romantic – almost too much so. “You know, if you were sparkling right now, this would be identical to a scene from those lame Twilight movies,” she laughed.
the scent was overpowering. The room was simply filled with them; white lillies, pink lillies, yellow lillies. She couldn’t breathe for the smell. But she was so happy in that moment, for it could only mean one thing. He was back. He knew lillies were her favourite flower!
I was surrounded by enormous palette of colors. Those weren’t typical flowers, they were enchanted in some way. I never saw lillies in so many different and weird colors. Imagine indigo lillies. I don’t have to … I saw them.
Where there would be a garden I found only swamp. His petals enveloped me, a surefire way to gain my allegiance. But after the ravishing came the instinctive need to get away from the garden we tended to all night. Repulsed by my own weakness. Body betrays mind so often.
in the meadow with your dreams
lays the hope you knew you’d had
with all that’s happened since
you never knew this is how
it’ll all turn out with everything you’ve done
in the grassy fields
lays everyone you’ve loved
and you measure them up
to the tallest flowers
and watch as you invision
what will happen
you can’t determine where you’ll go
but enjoy the breeze
and watch the grass grow
© LL
Jesus said to be like the lilies of the field, but I forget exactly what he meant by that. I look at the lilies and try to decide what I would have meant if I had taken it upon myself to say something so veiled and profound. I can’t really think of anything that I like. Be insentient. Be rooted. Be fragile. None of these seems to have the appropriate ring.
lillies are the pretty flower’s my sister is named after them her name is lily, lillies are very beautiful
Lillies on the water. A serene peaceful moment. But suddenly the water bubbles. As I wonder what is happening, a frog jumps out and into my lap. I laugh as a take a lilly from the water and put it in my hair.
the lillies are the dares,
\for you am forever there ,
truely you know i care
i giving you lillies to tell you love i dare you
“The lillies were blooming,” he recalled. “And it was just so perfect.”
I sighed wistfully. To think that the perfect moment had occurred with someone else. I knew I needed to change things and become the one with whom he spent the afternoons in the lillies.
I laid in the grass, and traced the nonexistent patterns in the sky. I was waiting for him to come to me, we we’re going to have a picnic.
“Sakura,” I hear him call out my name. I smile and sit up and am presented with a yellow flower.
“Sakura means Cherry Blossom,” I tell him, feeling at the petals of the lily he has given me.
“Couldn’t find one, you can settle for this.”
EH. Lillies? Seriously? What type of pick up line-thing is that. Just because my name is Lilly, doesn’t mean— ugh. Forget it. Hand me the lillies, I need to annoy my grandma.
I grit my teeth as I walk through the doors. It may have only been two days, but I’m a changed person. If I step out of line even for a fraction of a second, they’ll eat me alive. I can’t stumble, trip, or fall. I make it to my locker, trying to focus on the small ticks between the numbers on the lock. I feel the eyes; I feel the vibes. I’m not the same person; I never was. I’m not like the others, who smell like flowers–like lilies. I smell like strength, courage, and independence, and they know it.
Lillies are often called the most beautiful flower in the world, when the cliche of the rose has been moved aside. A certain sadness prevails throughout them, their pure white color stirring certain emotions when viewed. I found myself amongst such flowers on all sides, and thought it appropriate.
Something fluttered just above, a white spot growing and expanding as it approached. The wind tossed it, a short gust throwing it to the side, but it quickly regained itself: the small wings slowing as it levitated for a short moment, then slowly landing on the small flowered plant in the center of a small pond.
Some fluttered just above, a white spot growing and expanding as it approached. The wind tossed it, a short gust throwing it to the side, but it quickly regained itself: the small wings slowing as it levitated for a short moment, then slowly landing on the small flowered plant in the center of a small pond.
“Lillies” is incorrect spelling; it is spelled lilies. c:
There were all sorts of flowers on the casket – the only type missing was the lilies. It had been her request not to include lilies. they were her most hated flower and it didn’t help she was allergic to them. So here were all her friends, celebrating her life
Lillies dancing across pads of green and brown. The fall mixing with the spring air. Chimney smoke trapped under a frothy sun.
You exit your office building with your briefcase dripping with coffee. Your co-worker spilled his mug across your lap. You sit by the pond for a bit and let your cheeks grow red in the hybrid of heat and frost. You are alone, and you are happy.
I don’t know…
What about them? The flowers? Those pads that frogs frolic on? Hmmm, speaking of frogs, did you know they’re endangered? As in VERY endangered. I did a class assignment on it once in my science class. We watched videos about them and did some research. I learnt that the major causes for the endangerment for most of these frogs is habitat loss. Not surprising, really. But, I also read about a disease called chytrid. It would get into the skin of the frogs and kill them internally or something.
Lillies for purity. A virtue that trains one to love. A virtue that the world needs more than ever. A virtue that enables one to be selfless in giving, serving and loving.
erm, lillies are a flower. they are white i think and they smell of stuff. they are errrrrrrr, help me i don’t know what to write. errrrrr, they are big and flowery flowers that smell of flowers and flowery things. lilli is also a name.
One of my favorite flowers would have to be the calla lilly. It is a beautiful flower, made into a bookmark by one of my best friends. A simple beautiful white flower.
“You have Lilly’s eyes.”
“I know.”
~ Harry Potter ftw <3
Lillies are wonderful. Why? Because they are creative, intelligent, unafraid and fabulously unique. At least our Lillie is. <3
“Ophelia was lying in the water, around flowers and water lillies”…after shakespeare
Haha. I actually happen to know a couple of Lilys. That’s Lilys. L-I-L-Y-S. Because their name dictates nothing less. Keely, that whore, has taken my best friend for a whirl, and she’s upset everything that’s good about the Lily name. Which, let’s face it, ain’t much.
Lillies. Mother loves flowers doesn’t she? She always goes outside the patio to grow various fruits and vegetables. I remember my brother giving her a small cactus and she was very happy since it was a birthday present. As the years went by, the cactus grew very big and slanted xD But as always, she loves plants overall.
Lillies speak to me in the field.
Grass grows without expectation.
Sun shines grace down on me.
Simplicity is apparent.
Judgement is nonexistent.
I am home. At peace. With me.
The wind blows dandelions goodbye
As I wonder where the time has gone.
Oh lillies are so pretty. I also have a cousin named Lily, I think she’s around 9 or 10, and she is so adorable.
The lillies were purchased and Chad knew that it was the last time he would say good-bye. His grandmother had passed away a couple days before, and Chad was buying the lillies for her funeral. Grandmother had always loved those beautiful flowers.
Lillies remind my wife of death. So does the song “How Great Thou Art.” In fact, pretty much anything related to funerals. This can make for some awkward moments, particularly around Easter and whatnot. But I know I have my own issues, and so I try to be respectful whenever possible.
Flowers are pretty. :3 I like waterlilies…yah…