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The Identity

Every flower that's ever lived
has had its bloom, then died.
The beauty was while blooming.
It's how it's identified.

Every love that's come about
has bloomed and never dies.
The beauty in this is the knowing
that it lasts after the goodbyes.

For love is stronger than 'death do us part.'
It stays with the one left behind.
And for the one that leaves and goes their way
You still are in their mind.

Only the body withers away.
It lived and than it died.
But like the flower that had its bloom,
Love is how it's identified.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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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 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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Is Love

Love is like the bloom of a flower
Opening up after a spring shower
Showing the world of its beauty known
And also knowing it's sad to be alone.

Love is like the sky above
Where the stars are hung and flies the dove
The masterpiece created by GOD for us
To show to us all in this world there is love.

Love is like the ocean deep and blue
Always present and always true
As deep as the oceans or the seas might be
There is the wanting for all to believe.

Love is like the wind that has blown
We feel it upon us, but it's never shown
We hear it we sense it we know it's there
It is love, so with another we try to share.

Love is like a flower's bloom
Opening never to late or ever to soon
But opening up in the midst of love and spring
And hoping one day that it will bring forth a ring.

poem by Randy McClave
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After You Unfold As A Flower In Complete Bloom

i see you unfolding as a flower to me
i become your sun to shine upon you
as you bloom completely
i watch the beauty before me
i am warm too as you are so beautiful
to the caresses of my rays
i hold you then kissing everything
your petals your leaves your receptacles

after you unfold as a flower in complete bloom
i will make you
some dews
gleaming

then i leave in this sunset of my life
you too must fall
petal by petal
then the leaves too must die

such is the temporary nature of our meeting
so beautiful yes
so brief indeed
and no dew of time must ever be wasted

till we meet again
i will always be the sun and you shall always be the
flower unfolding
to such a marvelous complete blooming

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Once There Was A Flower

i like this to be as simple
as this:

once there was a
flower
a very white flower
blooming
in my garden

and once there was a bee
a very busy bee
getting nectars
from the flowers in my
garden
except from that very white
flower
in my garden

the bee died
the flower died too
and they never really lived
happily everafter.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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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 Jane Allan
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the Falling Petal

poem by Shirts Williams
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Dead Flower

[I am a cheater.liar, sinner..the ideas of the poem mystery are entirely of my cousin arushi chaplot]
A blooming bud converted to flower,
And the flower lived happily,
But soon died its power,
And it withered away rapidly..
But the people around felt good,
Because it was all they wanted,
As they did all in their power that would,
Kill that flower-they taunted..
The flower died one day,
And in dirt and filth it lay,
People showed pity but never felt it,
Reality of dead flower with time became a myth.

poem by Srishti chaplot
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Confusing Flower

When your flower is blooming red
Under the sunshine,
You leave me here to bleed.
When your flower is dying and rotten,
I'm the one you are missing and
Never forgotten.
Let this flower bloom,
So i can move on.
Let this flower die,
So i can smile,
Cause it leaves me confused
And made me cry.

poem by Jann Aquarius
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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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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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The Flower of Love

'Tis said the rose is Love's own flower,
Its blush so bright, its thorns so many;
And winter on its bloom has power,
But has not on its sweetness any.
For though young Love's ethereal rose
Will droop on Age's wintry bosom,
Yet still its faded leaves disclose
The fragrance of their earliest blossom.

But ah! the fragrance lingering there
Is like the sweets that mournful duty
Bestows with sadly-soothing care,
To deck the grave of bloom and beauty.
For when its leaves are shrunk and dry,
Its blush extinct, to kindle never,
That fragrance is but Memory's sigh,
That breathes of pleasures past for ever.

Why did not Love the amaranth choose,
That bears no thorns, and cannot perish ?
Alas! no sweets its flowers diffuse,
And only sweets Love's life can cherish.
But be the rose and amaranth twined,
And Love, their mingled powers assuming,
Shall round his brows a chaplet bind,
For ever sweet, for ever blooming.

poem by Thomas Love Peacock
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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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The Morning of Love

O! The spring-time of life is the season of blooming,
And the morning of love is the season of joy;
Ere noontide and summer, with radiance consuming,
Look down on their beauty, to parch and destroy.
0! faint are the blossoms life's pathway adorning,
When the first magic glory of hope is withdrawn;
For the flowers of the spring, and the light of the morning,
Have no summer budding, and no second dawn.

Through meadows all sunshine, and verdure, and flowers
The stream of the valley in purity flies;
But mixed with the tides, where some proud city lowers,
O! where is the sweetness that dwelt on its rise ?
The rose withers fast-on the breast it first graces;
Its beauty is fled ere the day be half done:--
And life is that stream which its progress defaces,
And love is that flower which can bloom but for one.

poem by Thomas Love Peacock
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All Beauty Dies

ALL BEAUTY DIES

All Beauty dies-
Even the most beautiful Beauty dies-
Even the Beauty we love with our most intense Love-

All Beauty dies-
And we die with the Beauty
And Life as it is Life
It will die too-

Oh God what will become of us all
When there is No Beauty
And we have died also?

poem by Shalom Freedman
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The Death Of The Rose

Ah! life, dear life, thy summer days have flown
Swiftly yet all too late, for they did wither.
Joy should be joy for one short hour alone,
Or it will lose its loveliness for ever.

I did not spare to use the cruel knife,
But cut the rose as soon as it was day,
And gave it to my love. Its little life
Passed, like a sigh, from Nature's breast away.

Full--hearted flower, thou didst not shrink nor flee
When the steel touched thee. No sad memories
Made what thou knew not terrible to thee,
And death came on thee like a sad surprise.

Too happy flower! I would my love had died
At unawares, by such a death as thine.
I should have slain my love in its full pride,
So had it lived and been for ever mine,

A treasure for all joy to ponder on,
Laid up for aye in old Time's palaces,
A ``thing of beauty'' which my soul had won,
And death had made undying with a kiss.

poem by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
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EVERY FLOWER -Acrostic

Every flower that blooms withers
Very true is the tale,
Even the brightest and the pale;
Rich in softness, fragrance, beauty and colors
Yet they give out pleasure to others

Fresher they bloom, duller they wither;
Look at their wonderful journey
Only once they bloom, yet they live on
Within the minds of all, as recollection
Even after many years, as honey
Rightly are they GOD's best creation!

poem by Manjeshwari P MYSORE
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What Else Can?

Beauty of Nature makes all love much;
Natural beauty has a special value ever;
Beauty of flower influences love sure....!

Beauty of sea, sky, misty mounts absorb all!
Cascading water fall of Niagara is lovely ever!
Peaceful snow mountains of Himalayas is blissful!

Height of Everest and depth of Pacific are exquisite!
Half setting sun and half rising moon are ever a wonder!
Seas and oceans with such beauty are wonder par excellence!

Colourful butterflies hopping from flower to flower
Surely reflect angels of heaven on earth forever!
Oyster with white pearl is flower unique of sea ever!

If such beautiful Nature does not kindle love, what else can?
If you fail to love such beauty, your life is a great waste sure!

poem by Ramesh T A
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The Voice Of A Flower

The beauty of a flower
as it comes into bloom
is the ultimate reminder
of how we presume
to think we are grander
than that beautiful flower
that's just here to say.

'Look at me and understand
that what you are about
is being a thing of beauty
on the inside and the out.'