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Couldn't I Be Shy?

I am admiring your splendour,
A sweet flower for me you are,
That bloom for me every morning,
Your delicate fragrance to enjoy.

I am wondering in front of your beauty,
You are a miracle to me,
Looking how you shine day and night,
Couldn't i be shy?

poem by Cristina Teodor
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My Oh My Its A Miracle

My oh my its a miracle
Good morning love
Rise and shine
Its a beautiful day
And I feel fine
Come watch the sun light the sky
And sip a coffee you and i
Wont you give us a kiss now
Perchance a little more
No dont mind that witch
Peeking out next door
I feel like a lark sitting high up a tree
Whats just another day to one man
Is a miracle to me
My oh my its a miracle
(a miracle to me)
My oh my its a miracle
(its a miracle)
All the whinning all the worry
All the fast friends and the fury
Oh dear lord
All the madness that used to move me
Simply dont behoove me
No more
Yeah let it rain let is shine
If I got you I got mine
Oh well hello sweet sanity
Im alive and Im smilling
And thats a miracle to me
My oh my its a miracle
(a miracle to me)
My oh my its a miracle
Now good morning love
And how are you
Does your old man seem
A bit too chearful to be true
Excuse me if I shed a little tear joyfully
But when your hands in my hand
Yeah when a woman really loves a man
Its a miracle to me
My oh my its a miracle
(a miracle to me)
My oh my its a miracle
(its a miracle)
Im ten miles high its a miracle
(Im ten miles high its a miracle)
Look at my life its a miracle
(its a miracle)

song performed by by Gino Vanelli
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Me And Nature

I love to enjoy the wind that
rule the shore of the ocean,
i love to enjoy the wild sun
of Africa and the expatacular
snow of of europe,
i love to enjoy the beauty and
the fragrance of flower that
grace the soil of Africa (Europe,
America) .

I love to enjoy the divine beauty
of the sky at nite when the sun
and the stars proof their worth,
i love to enjoy the rain so when
it pour i dance my way through
it.

I love to enjoy the green grass so
when am within them i feel them
with my hands
i love to enjoy the sweet melodies
of the brids, the sound of the
flute and that of the drum.
I love to enjoy nature..

poem by Enyinwa Okechukwu Enyinwa
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A Beautiful Flower Blooming

A withered flower blooming again
breeze shook the flower
the sun is shining on flower
rain water to wash the dust-filled flower
abort storm petals
storm that renders the flower petals
polling beetle sucking painful

flower that bloom so bright today
beauty exudes an aura of coolness of the beholder
spread the fragrance that invites a bee to touch
although many other flowers around it
bees sucking the flower first
choose to suck and touch the flower
lately the flower
always bloom radiate beauty
a bee was not able to get away from the flower
a bee sucking the beautiful bloomington
always produce the honey taste good
really beautiful relationship between the flower and bee
both are very compatible and complement each other

poem by meti Rahmawati
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Love and Fragrance

The fragrance of a flower
Like the fragrance of a woman
Is a declaration of fertility
The poetry of seduction

When you hold a flower
When you touch your lover
Traces of the fragrance stay with you
They're ingrained in your skin

Much like the single red rose
Standing alone, erect
Aflame with desire
My passion is only for you

And like a delicate flower
Our love is fueled by a fragrance
A fragrance that is uniquely yours
A scent that demands my attention

But in the end
Without love
Without passion
There would be no fragrance

~Rick Berry

poem by Rick Berry
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The Only Flower You Are

A sunbeam caress the only flower from my garden,
What a nice feeling, what a pleasure,
Than to admire the beauty of a flower,
And closing eyes to dream about it.
It's a sweet flower,
Which opened its petals,
To get the joyful morning dew,
And with its fragrance to stun me,
To bring into my heart its magic.
But the most beautiful flower,
That sit next to me,
It's you my love,
You are just a flower bud,
You are all i ever want to hold, ,
You are my dream transposed into reality,
You are my life, my joy.

poem by Cristina Teodor
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A Delicate Flower

once you tear a flower up,
they can never come back.

leave the precious flower alone,
let it bloom into a beautiful art.

there are so many different flower,
red one, blue one, pink ones.

there are even multicolors,
look around your garden.

notice that you're not alone,
the whole world is around you.

dont pretend to be something you're not,
because you only have one chance.

a delicate flower needs love,
in order to live with the world.

most of all, you need someone,
so help a delicate flower.

you'll never regret it,
they need to be cared for.

just like you,
you're not alone.

poem by Heather Cropper
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The Perfume And Colour Of Flower, Is Already In The Plant!

The flower blooms on that Plant,
Enchanting beauty and colour of
flower,
Perfume and colours were in the
flowering plants,
The perfume spreads, colours shine,
When every heart bloom on
maturity of love and wisdom!

The fragrance of flowers allready
bloomed-gives not only
courage, but also hope and faith
in nature's laws and Nature's plans!

poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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Its A Miracle

It must have happened sometime in the night,
No one saw the stone be rolled away.
When the grave saw morning light,
The skeptics and friends all had to say,
Its a miracle,
Its a miracle,
Its a miracle happened today.
Its a miracle,
Its a miracle,
He took the stone, and he rolled it away.
My soul is like a tomb in constant night;
Till one day the stone was rolled away.
Then my heart saw morning light,
And no one alive can explain it away.
Its a miracle,
Its a miracle,
Its a miracle happened today.
Its a miracle,
Its a miracle,
He took the stone, and he rolled it away.
Now, now wont you see,
What Im trying to say?
If you believe, it could happen today!
Its a miracle,
Its a miracle,
Its a miracle happened today.
Its a miracle,
What a miracle,
He took the stone, and he rolled it away.
Its a miracle,
What a miracle,
Its a miracle happened today.
Its a miracle,
What a miracle,
He took the stone, and he rolled it away.
(its a miracle,) you know its really a miracle,
A miracle, a miracle,
(its a miracle,) you know its really a miracle,
He took the stone, and he rolled it away.
(its a miracle,) you know its really a miracle,
A miracle, a miracle,
(its a miracle,) you know its really a miracle,
He took the stone, and he rolled it away.

song performed by by Amy Grant
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Miracle From My Dream

If you were a flower in my garden,
I wish i were the rain that touches your leaves,
I would whisper how beautiful you are with every rain drop,
And even that would never be enough.

If you were a harp,
I could use the best notes,
To play a melody from my heart for you,
And even that would never be enough.

If you were a painting on my wall,
I could look at you all night long,
Admiring you in all your splendour,
And even that would never be enough.

If you were the sunrise,
I could be the sea kissing you on the horizon,
I would wrap you in my waves and caress you,
And even that would never be enough.

If i could have a second with you,
I would stop the time,
I would be the rainbow that touches your soul after rain,
And even that would never be enough.

If you were the miracle from my dream,
I don't want to wake up anymore,
I could stay dreaming forever,
And even that would never be enough.

poem by Cristina Teodor
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Flower Vavroovahana Pa

Flower blossoms naturally;
Beautifies nature silently.
Pervades fragrance in air;
Allures bees with pleasure.

Dazzles with sun beam;
Bees collect honey forms flowers’ stream.
Does not hesitate to flow honey;
Has made the Nature flowery.

She smiles in the lap of Nature;
Enchants the minds of poets with pleasure.
Poet’s derive inspiration;
Enjoy the beauty of creation.

A tiny flower is endowed with beauty;
Allures lovers with gaiety.
Beautiful flower tranquilises mind daily;
Deities enjoy the beauty gaily.

poem by Vavroovahana Patra
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My Delicate Flower

I love you
I love you so much
You're the reason for me being so happy
You're the reason I feel so blessed

My love
You're my delicate flower
Just let me love you
Just let me take care of you

You and I can count the stars
Or we can frolic in the grass hills

My love
My delicate flower
Let's enjoy our time together
Rolling down the hill in each others arms
Like birds of a feather
I'm not sure how things the way they are can get any better

Let's lay down beside each other in the flower garden
Just let things settle in where they are
Happiness won't be much too far

I love you
I love you so much
My delicate flower

poem by Justin Gildow
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Oh! Flower, I Feel Sorry For You! ! !

I saw a nice little flower…
Enjoying herself in the nice warm fields…
The place felt fine, what a beautiful sight! !
Why didn’t it come yesterday? !
But the joy didn’t last long enough…what a pity!
‘Cause the flower was plucked away! ! !
It was no longer there
So was the beauty
How gloomy the place felt now for sight! !
Why do flowers bloom, if it has to be murdered this way? ?
Still, they bloom, though they die so prematurely…
But to beautify the Earth! !
Why do we hurt these little things, who give us joy? ?
They are the ones who blooms happiness to the world
Aren’t we too bound to be blossomed into flowers of happiness? ? ?
Oh Flower! ! I feel sorry for you! !
Can you be born again? ?
If I could, I would’ve fixed you into yourself again
But powerless I am…powerless except for eyes that are blind, but see evil thoughts
Why doesn’t man think before his acts? ?
Why doesn't he care about his fellow creatures? ? ?

2006

(Do you think before you act? Such as, when you pick a flower? Do you enjoy the beauty and DO YOU throw it away in the trash? Do you ever think of other people who may also enjoy the beauty?)

© Copyright Aiswarya T Anish, Kerala, India

poem by Aiswarya T. Anish
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The Flower For Me

Respectful students,
A soft melodious sound
Greetings good morning,
Up to the end of good evening,
Means much to me, a flower
never fade in Memory

Generous learners,
Sharing things to others,
Pencils with no erasers,
Paper of the only in the trousers,
A flower in my eyes,
Never ever fade in my memory,

Studious yet humorous,
Serious yet with an admiring grin,
A follower and leader in one,
Loves freedom but a disciplinarian,
A flower bloom in the month of no days,
A flower to me that colors my day.

poem by Susan T. Aparejo
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Perfect Flower

growing out of the ground
digging deep and far
topped with beauty
emmitting the fragrance of love

brittle through the body
strong in the roots
but thats all that matters
for that keeps them going

shining its beauty
letting everyone see it
all the time

spreading its sweet smell
with everyone that comes in contact
making them happy

sorting through the flowers
searching for the only one
that can fill the hole
that he has dug

he sees it in his sight
the sweet aroma
the loving vibe
the joy it gives his heart
the beauty
the perfect flower

gently grasping it
choosing it for his taking
only a few faults show
but the beauty overshadows the faults

in his eyes nothing's better
noone could ever replace her
with this flower his hole is full
it's the perfect fit

giving this flower
radiating with its majestic beauty
to his one true love
the perfect flower to the perfect love

you're all i want
all I've ever dreamed of
and in this perfect flower
our love will live on

poem by Joshua Norton
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April Flower

Bloom for me,
My April flower.
Show your beauty,
I'll take a gander.

The wind scatters your scent
Giving me the feeling of heaven.
You're the perfection i've dreamt,
The one that i've chosen.

Bloom for me,
My April Flower,
And let me see,
Your petals that matches no other.

I know you're not mine
And you did not grew for me
I can only see you again this time
Unable to resist fate's cruelty.

Bloom for me,
My April Flower,
Though we're not destined to be,
Stay in my heart and take shelter.

In my heart, you will not wilt,
You will eternally bloom..
Even if i am burdened by this guilt,
and love is my certained doom.

Bloom for me for the last time,
At least i can call this moment mine
Ignore my reasons that doesn't rhyme,
Show me your beauty that i can't define.

Bloom..for all eternity..April Flower.

poem by John Paul Ang
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A Beauty of Love!

I enjoy beauty of star studded night sky;
I enjoy beauty of harmonious waves of sea;
I enjoy beauty of peaceful living of people;
I enjoy beauty of natural poems of poets!

Beauty of human life I enjoy in all forms;
Beauty of fun loving children I enjoy often;
Beauty of smiling flowers I enjoy in garden;
Beauty of art work I enjoy in all forms ever!

World is full of beauty Nature bestows to all;
World is paradise due to love and beauty ever;
World is the abode of man's cultural refinement;
World is the spring board to heaven at the end!

Beauty of love is eternal for all to enjoy in life
Evolving animal into man and man into divine!

poem by Ramesh T A
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Promised You A Miracle

Promised you a miracle
Belief is a beauty thing
Promises promises
As golden days break wondering
Chance as love takes a train
Summer breeze and brilliant light
One love she sees
He controls on love
Love sails to a new life
Promised you a miracle
Belief is a beauty thing
Promises promises
As golden days break wondering
Only love she sees
He controls on love
Life mirrors a cure
Everything is possible
With promises
Everything is possible
Oh no
I promised you a miracle
Belief is a beauty thing
Promises promises
As golden days break wondering
Chance reflects on them a while
Love screams so quietly
Slipping back on golden times
Breathing with sweet memories
Promised you a miracle
Belief is a beauty thing
Promises promises
As golden days break wondering
Only love she sees
He controls on love
Life mirrors a cure
Everything is possible in the game of life
Everything is possible
Oh no
Chance lost pearls of great price
Take care of family
Only aches for love
Love waits for fame
In chance in chance theyll see
I promised you a miracle
Belief is a beauty thing
Promises promises
As golden days break wondering
Only love she sees
He controls on love
Life throws a cure
Everything is possible in the game of life
A burning dream
You can be queen
Everything is possible
Words & music : simple minds (c) emi publishing ltd reproduced without permission

song performed by by Simple Minds
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Clumsy Hands

Life blossoms, from only a tiny rosebud,
A beautiful flower that is God's perfect design;
I tried to be gentle, to unfold the dainty petals
With these clumsy careless hands of mine.'
'The secret of unfolding the delicate flower
Is not known to numerous people such as I.
I opened this flower with love as power,
in my hands they tattered and emotionally did die.'
'So I couldn’t unfold God’s elegant flower,
As The aweosme design collapsed, within hours
Sadly, shocked, I realized, I lost all my wisdom
To enjoy the happiness of the earthly kingdom
Now the rugged path that lies before me
To unfold the moments of peace within me
Which is Covered with unseen pain around
God blessed me with many a friends so sound.
Uneasily the flower will blossom, with time again
God will not retire, let it be sun or pouring rain
Now each moment of my dawning day
God's Stars, silvery don’t fail to shine my way......

poem by Shirani Ibrahim
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For Lillian

She was so dear, so fair. Her memory stays,
Even her dying robs me not of this,
That I have walked with her in mortal ways
Whose tender beauty now immortal is.
There are sweet flowers that bloom in ways forlorn
And sad sweet eyes whose beauty is a flower
Blown in the night to which there is no morn,
Dream-born and dying in its dewy bower;
And she was such a flower, her sweet eyes such;
The secret hours that only the heart knows
Thrill with the glamour of her tone and touch
Like music that is sweetest at the close,
Falling to death as falls the fairest thing
Beyond the power of love's recovering.

poem by Robert Crawford
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the Falling Petal

It starts to grow in the morning dew
The beauty it shines through and through
Until one-day it is fully grown
Being grateful its seeds were sown
The flower has blossomed and it stands tall
But sadly it knows it soon will fall
For right now, it is so proud
And in the shade, it does not shrowd
For something that was once a beautiful flower
It now just withers and in a corner it cowers
It used to bloom in the light of day
Hoping its beauty will always stay
But now winter is here and the beauty's no-more
And the future of this flower has nothing in store
When the winter snow begins to settle
Thats when you see the first falling petal

poem by Shirts Williams
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