I Dreamt I Caught A Little Owl
‘I dreamt I caught a little owl
And the bird was blue -’
‘But you may hunt for ever
And not find such a one.’
‘I dreamt I set a sunflower,
And red as blood it grew -’
‘But such a sunflower never
Bloomed beneath the sun.’
poem by Christina Georgina Rossetti
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Will sunflower find it's lover
What a wonderful sunflower is
sunflower has attractive colour
It is very simple
How much sunflower loves to sun
We can't imagine
sunflower is very faithful
sunflower gets up early in the morning
wash it's face with dew drops
worthwhile you are
sunflower waits the sun
It begins to looking towards the sun
you are my best friend
As sun moves, It follows blindly
no matter hot or cold
you are innocent
It goes behind the sun
till the sun set
sunflower remains with it
At the end of the day
beautiful sunflower feels tird
it becomes sad
but it says to sun good night
till the morning
with the hope to meet again
sunflower goes to sleep
Does sun knows about
The love of the sunflower
will sunflower find it's lover
how many years sunflower
has to wait
I can keep hope
soon........
april 12,2008
abdul razaq
poem by Abdul Razaq
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Women's harvest song
I am waving a ripe sunflower,
I am scattering sunflower pollen to the four world-quarters.
I am joyful because of my melons,
I am joyful because of my beans,
I am joyful because of my squashes.
The sunflower waves.
So did the corn wave
When the wind blew against it,
So did my white corn bend
When the red lightning descended upon it,
It trembled as the sunflower
When the rain beat down its leaves.
Great is a ripe sunflower,
And great was the sun above my corn-fields.
His fingers lifted up the corn-ears,
His hands fashioned my melons,
And set my beans full in the pods.
Therefore my heart is happy
And I will lay many blue prayer-sticks at the shrine of Ta-wa.
I will give corn to Ta-wa,
Yellow corn, blue corn, black corn.
I wave the sunflower,
The sunflower heavy with pollen.
I wave it, I turn it, I sing,
Because I am happy.
poem by Amy Lowell
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The flower bloomed today
The flower bloomed today
It’s a yellow sunflower
Through the ground it made its way
The flower bloomed today
The petals fall as they may
Until the plant’s final hour
The flower bloomed today
It’s a yellow sunflower
poem by Amanda Dickerman
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To The Sunflower Goddess
i once wrote a poem
for you sunflower goddess
each word is tainted
with my blood
each line is drawn
within the perimeters
of my aching heart
i look for you sunflower
goddess
i am the moon
you are destined for
the harshness of the noonday sun
tonight you will be mine
but you are dead
sunflower goddess
i will bury you in the embrace of my golden sheen
tonight
my witness shall be a hundred stars
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I Dreamt, I Dreamt Of Poppies
I dreamt, I dreamt of poppies
Growing wild in yonder field
They were blooming red and wonderful
Like a dancer, laced and frilled
Fluttering in the sunshine
Like waves of autumn grain
Or a rolling sea…majestic
As a queen in summer reign
I dreamt, I dreamt of poppies
What a glorious display
In a blaze that flamed the skyline
Of a desert far away
I couldn't see the reason
Yet, they flourished in the sand
When all around was barren
In this brutal foreign land
I dreamt, I dreamt of poppies
Like a ribbon drawn in blood
A slash on the horizon
In a soulless evil flood
The sky was dark and eerie
And smoke had filled the air
The atmosphere, chaotic
With shouting everywhere
I dreamt, I dreamt of poppies
In a garden by a stream
The blooms were bold, were beautiful
More vibrant than a dream
Aside a marble stone
Where hand to heart I wept
For the soul that lay in slumber
Beneath the sod he slept
poem by Leria Hawkins
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Last Night I Dreamt Your Perfume
Last night I dreamt your perfume
While I held you in my hand
Last night I dreamt your perfume
You will never understand
The way you make me feel
The promise that you give
Last night I dreamt your perfume
Lost in those dreams I live
Last night I dreamt your perfume
Arched fingers cupped your breast
Last night I dreamt your perfume
Felt your warm breath brush my chest
With gel coat slide I gripped you
Sensation through my veins
Last night I dreamt your perfume
She who bears no name
Last night I dreamt your perfume
Your body meshed with mine
Last night I dreamt your perfume
A guilty pleasure, sweet, sublime
Quiet by my pillow
Your touch I never feel
Last night I dreamt your perfume
This morning, wished you real
poem by Bill Smith
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Temptation
Yesternight I dreamt some false
Of you holding me
Preventing me from the fall
And I dreamt not just the lust
But the worry in your eyes
For me that you had
That you were unable to hide.
Yesternight I dreamt some strange
Of you clutching me tight
So desperate to be close
More desperate to escape that while
And I dreamt not just the touches
But the sensations it sent down my spine
Your each move on my skin
That my words can never define.
Yesternight I dreamt you
In an irresistable unusualness
That I always want you to be in
But too tough to explain
And I dreamt not just your hardness
But the softness in your breadth
The warmth it contained
Though chilling me in each sense.
Yesternight I dreamt our togetherness
Of that’s so unreal
Still feels too tempting to be true
Until I feel you everywhere
And I know I’m dreaming no more
I feel myself craving for you
To bless my needs with exact boons
I can’t wait for it to come soon……
poem by Jaya Mishra
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Life's Dream...
Yesterday I wanted to write you a sweet sonnet,
But my mind grew blank and my hands grew idle,
Whilst I slept I dreamt for you an epic love story,
Yet my fingers were too dreamy to type these words,
And in my dream I dreamt a portrait of dandelions and angels,
Yet our angel of love became lost in the wide blue yonder,
Last night I dreamt for you a poem for all the ages,
But alas I died in my dream and my poem never grew wings,
Last night I dreamed we were as one in heart and dance,
Yet my arms were empty and my heart bereft of all emotion,
So I curled up in my blanket of loneliness and dreamed on,
Shall you perhaps meet me there, so we may dance? ...
Spread the love... The peace will follow...
poem by Cosmic Dreamer
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I Dreamt Of Her
I dreamt of her and she was in my room,
You dreamt of him and he was in your room,
I dreamt of you and you were in my room,
You dreamt of me and i was in your room,
And like the chemical chain of life!
But, this muse of love is all about us.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Three Flower Petals
When saw I yesterday walking apart
In a leafy place where the cattle wait?
Something to keep for a charm in my heart-
A little sweet girl in a garden gate.
Laughing she lay in the gold sun's might,
And held for a target to shelter her,
In her little soft fingers, round and white,
The gold-rimmed face of a sunflower.
Laughing she lay on the stone that stands
For a rough-hewn step in that sunny place,
And her yellow hair hung down to her hands,
Shadowing over her dimpled face.
Her eyes like the blue of the sky, made dim
With the might of the sun that looked at her,
Shone laughing over the serried rim,
Golden set, of the sunflower.
Laughing, for token she gave to me
Three petals out of the sunflower;-
When the petals are withered and gone, shall be
Three verses of mine for praise of her,
That a tender dream of her face may rise
And lighten me yet in another hour,
Of her sunny hair and her beautiful eyes,
Laughing over the golden sunflower.
poem by Archibald Lampman
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Sunflower, So Magnifcent And Beautiful!
My sunflower, hath for many days, lain dormant,
But for his unfortunate false interment,
Surely would he now be with her thither!
Without his nourishment, shall she wither!
Lonely, beauteous sunflower, most spectacular of all,
Did but choose to be without him, since the fall!
Not in need did she think, was she, of his 'water',
Now, as never before, through life, she doth totter!
Weary is she, from lack of his nourishment,
She doth plod along still, in need of same to be sent!
Not is she the same since the day she did forsake him,
Ne'er again shall be allowed, for granted, to take him!
Sunflower, so magnificent and beautiful,
To nourish such, my vocation taken-dutifully!
Maurice Harris,31 March 2008
poem by Maurice Harris
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Id Like That
Id like that if we could cycle down some lane
Id like that if we could ride into the rain
No macs, getting wet
Id be your albert if youd be victoria, hah hah
Wed laugh because each drop would make me grow up
Really high, really high like a really high thing
Say, a sunflower
Id like that
Id like that (what would you like? ) if we could lay before my fire
Id like that (what would you like? ) if you could slide me from this wire
Toasting fork, Ill be done
I wouldnt hector if youd be helen of troy, oh boy
Wed laugh because each flame would make me grow up
Really high, really high like a really high thing
Say, a sunflower
Id like that
Id smile so much my face would crack in two
And you could fix it with your kissing glue
Id like that
Yes, Id like that
Id like that (what would you like? ) if we could float away in bed
Id like that (what would you like? ) if I could row your heart and head
With you laid on one arm
Id be your nelson if youd be my hamilton, what fun
Wed laugh because each stroke would make me grow up
Really high, really high like a really high thing
Say, a sunflower (repeats)
Say a sunflower I became
Id be growing in your lane
song performed by by Xtc
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Id Like That
Id like that if we could cycle down some lane
Id like that if we could ride into the rain
No macs, getting wet
Id be your albert if youd be victoria, hah hah
Wed laugh because each drop would make me grow up
Really high, really high like a really high thing
Say, a sunflower
Id like that
Id like that (what would you like? ) if we could lay before my fire
Id like that (what would you like? ) if you could slide me from this wire
Toasting fork, Ill be done
I wouldnt hector if youd be helen of troy, oh boy
Wed laugh because each flame would make me grow up
Really high, really high like a really high thing
Say, a sunflower
Id like that
Id smile so much my face would crack in two
And you could fix it with your kissing glue
Id like that
Yes, Id like that
Id like that (what would you like? ) if we could float away in bed
Id like that (what would you like? ) if I could row your heart and head
With you laid on one arm
Id be your nelson if youd be my hamilton, what fun
Wed laugh because each stroke would make me grow up
Really high, really high like a really high thing
Say, a sunflower (repeats)
Say a sunflower I became
Id be growing in your lane
song performed by by Xtc
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My Dream
This is my dream,
It is my own dream,
I dreamt it.
I dreamt that my hair was kempt.
Then I dreamt that my true love unkempt it.
poem by Ogden Nash
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A few tears caught
A few tears caught
~
I thought I saw you cry
and dreamt I caught each tear
I held them inside my heart
so I would feel as you feel
you are not alone any more
you don't have to face this world
or try to be as strong
as perhaps you may have felt
you should or need to be
I will share with you
all that is good and bad
we will laugh together I know
we will sing and dance
we will shelter from the rain
we will cry together
we will share this life
I thought I saw you cry
and dreamt I caught each tear
poem by Matthew Holloway
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Eucalyptus and Sunflower
weight and lightness
darkness and rays
uneven proportion
life is like a graph
go right......infinity
go left.......infinity
but in the middle
a perfect zero
in some corner of my heart
I feel a presence of an
Eucalyptus Tree and a sunflower
the tree opens up it's branches
and moves upward to reach the sky
as if clouds are it's own
and the sunflower gazes
at the sun
day after day
with a strange kind of patience
the lightness of sunflower
the weight of the Eucalyptus
the flower can never reach the sun
neither the tree can touch the sky
with a vague pride
it announces it's failure
a perfect zero for both!
still in some corner of my heart
I feel their presence
and each day the sunflower
tries to appear one step more closer to sky
than the tree
have you seen a flower taller than the tree?
fill the blank
with the ink of nothingness!
poem by Jyotishman Debnath
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The Sunflower
The sunflower,
Lord of the annual bed,
Rising alone and aloof;
Tapping the earth
By the old garden shed
And peering out over the roof.
My sunflower,
Grown from a small and striped seed
I saved through the cold winter days,
The seasonal race
You did easily lead
My prize then your bright coloured gaze.
But sunflower,
King of the colourful crew
Straining right up to the sky,
Please whisper to me,
And answer me true:
Why have you to grow Oh so high?
Oh gardener,
Working upon the good land,
The answer, if you will believe,
Is the higher I climb
O'er the rest of the band
So the more of the sun I receive.
(Written July 1996)
poem by John Carter Brown
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Sunflower
Sunflower-wilting in the sun, wanton for its rain,
Though rain, as the same, shall ne'er pass its way again!
No longer do conditions exist which allow for its presence-
Alas, its immense pain has tempered its beauteous essence!
Without precipitation to nourish it, wither further, it shall-
Before long, even those not familiar, will notice its pall!
One without the other, surely shan't there be,
As is such with you now: for you are without me!
Whence together, rain doth feed the sunflower,
One may see further, its benefit, each passing hour!
Once removed from each, they are no longer the same-
They remain themselves then, only but in name!
Allow now my rain, to your sunflower's benefit,
One for the other, surely does each, it befit!
Maurice Harris,25 July 2008
poem by Maurice Harris
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Falling Lame
I dreamt of becoming an actor,
Lured by the romantic field,
Lured by the airs they’d wield.
I dreamt of becoming a writer
Lured by the value they got.
I dreamt of many things
To become of and the time went out.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Act Of Wonder
this morning he does not know
where to start
the morning is a big red sunflower
unfolding and bending
to the sun
and he does not know still what to do
about it
what he does not know is that
when he
opens the door and walks towards the big yellow sunflower
and looks at it so amazed that he forgets
about what next to do with his life
or the life of others who depend on him
he already does everything that
is right and possible
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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