Simile of a Poem's Nature

Poems are like flowers. They bloom, some more timely than others, with your emotions faithfully supplying the necessary nutrients. Some of these are pleasant to ponder. Some are tear-inducing in their beauteous light. Some are repulsive merely by common opinion——a weed——and are reduced to nothing by the herbicide known as white-out or by its cousin the delete key. And sometimes, though rarely in my own case, you may find them naively squished between the pages of a favorite book, often one piteously misplaced much too long ago, in an attempt to keep their allure of heart-felt meaning perpetually cherished.