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Villanelle Of Marguerite's

'A little, _passionately, not at all?_'
She casts the snowy petals on the air:
And what care we how many petals fall!

Nay, wherefore seek the seasons to forestall?
It is but playing, and she will not care,
A little, passionately, not at all!

She would not answer us if we should call
Across the years: her visions are too fair;
And what care we how many petals fall!

She knows us not, nor recks if she enthrall
With voice and eyes and fashion of her hair,
A little, passionately, not at all!

Knee-deep she goes in meadow grasses tall,
Kissed by the daisies that her fingers tear:
And what care we how many petals fall!

We pass and go: but she shall not recall
What men we were, nor all she made us bear:
'_A little, passionately, not at all!_'
And what care we how many petals fall!

poem by Ernest Christopher Dowson
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Petals

Shes the angel on top of the tree
Sugarheart, here she comes
Shes going to fall on me
Innocence was our fire
We told the truth
I miss the sweet boys
In the summer of their youth
Tear the petals off of you
Make you tell the truth
Tear the petals off of you
Tear the petals off of you
Make you tell the truth
Tear the petals off of you
They will make you so
So cynical
The fire burns, the flesh destorys
The past that made us old
Shes the grace of this world
Shes too pure
For the likes of this world
This world is a whore
Tear the petals off of you
Make you tell the truth
Tear the petals off of you
Tear the petals off of you
Make you tell the truth
Tear the petals off of you
I wait till mine and
Hey, its all mine
Hey, its all mine
Never knew what I could be
All the darling buds of may
They fall with no sound
They carry you down
They carry you down
Ooooooooo, ooooooh
Ooooooooo
All the lillies bloomed and blossomed
Wilted and theyre shivering
I cant stop their withering,
Oh, this world is a war
Tear the petals off of you
Make you tell the truth
Tear the petals off of you
Tear the petals off of you
Make you tell the truth
Tear the petals off of you
Tear the petals off of you
Make you tell the truth
Tear the petals off of you
Tear the petals off of you
Make you tell the truth
Tear the petals off of you
Tear the petals off of you
Make you tell the truth
Tear the petals off of you
Tear the petals off of you
Make you tell the truth
Tear the petals off of you

song performed by by Hole
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Rose Petals

Rose petals are so soft to touch,
rose petalsfragrance is so divine to smell,
rose petals are like lovely lips which smile,
rose petals are given to lady love,
rose petals are spread on bed of newly bride,
rose petals are life of butterflies,
rose petals are used for beauty baths,
rpse petals are offered on the lotus feet of god,
rose petals are placed on grave of dear ones,
rose petals are offered in river ganga for departed soul,
rose petals are showered on newly weds,
rose petals are decorated on festive days,
roses are given as a promise for everlasting love.

poem by renu Vig sharma sharma
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x13-The Petals Shall Fall

(I suggest you read first the 'COLD WATERS'.2nd poem of DEAD PETALS)

-Dylan Blayne-

My heart pained the very first moment
that I looked into your eyes.
How I want to take that sorrow away,
to turn it to the skies…
why, the moment I saw you,
how I long to take your heart.
Though I rushed to pluck petals
to wipe away your fears…
you’re gone as though you’re drowned with your tears.
I knocked at your door,
But there was no answer.
I entered as a strange feeling
rushed through me deeper.
I called after you but all I heard
was rushing waters.
And so I looked for it and found you
Dead with tears.
I never had the time to question why…
or wipe your tears with petals by and by.
I saw the words you wrote before your bed…
‘the petals shall fall and the waters shall flow’,
how I wish I’d better be dead!
Blood flowed like water with your tears;
I wonder if I could carry this memory
for all the coming years.
I think you’re right, the petals shall fall…
and I guess I’m too late
to have you after all.

poem by Jessel Jane Tevar
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The Petals

The petals of the daisy fall to the ground
as one by one I count them.
He loves me. He loves me not.
And if the answer comes out not
I must count all over again.

And so I counted the petals on two
And will count a third if I must.
For the answer must be the affirmative.
It's the only answer I trust.

So let the petals fall to the ground
And scatter ‘round my feet.
For I've just counted the one that said
"He loves me." So the counting is complete.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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Lovers In Love With Life

The petals that fall from a rose in bloom
do so with grace and ease.
One by one they leave the flower
and flutter in the breeze.

The lovers that fall in love with life
do so with eyes that see
that what they have before them
is a set of keys.

These keys can open up life's doors
that lead to roads unknown.
Together they travel the path of life
and never feel they're alone.

They face a future not carved in stone
but will do it fearlessly
for they know that their love will protect them
wherever they may be.

And like the petals that left the rose
because its life was done,
So too the lovers in love with life
will leave this life as one.

For lovers that shed the tears that drop
just like the petals that fall
understand that what they had in life
was that they had it all.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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Open For A Moment, Even Just For A Moment

open your hands you may soon close them
like the child playing his fingers to the moon.

open your mind you have nothing to lose
there is everything to gain even for a moment

i have seen how the flowers open their petals
during the rain and how some petals even fall

to the ground and get crushed and muddy but
oh, i have seen how meaningful it was, how

beautiful the surrender no matter how poignant.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Path Of Poetry Petals

My petals are already drying out,
They’re not white anymore,
But a shade of gray!

I am walking on a path of poetry petals,
Why is my poetry tainted with
Innocent blood,
Dripping on my path?

The wind stirs up those petals,
And they run, they fly,
But then they fall again...

I am walking on a path of poetry petals,
Why is my poetry tainted with
Your kisses,
Caressing each petal of mine?

Rain starts, all the poetry
Is washed off those petals,
Massacre of raindrops!

I am walking on a dirty path of solitude,
Of ignorance, of profane light...
Eternity was washed away,
Beauty was damaged...

Poetry is always doomed,
Even if I’d write with my own blood,
On steel petals,

The raindrops would still wash
My poetry away,
It has no strength within,
No eternity within!

©Elya Thorn. Do not republish without permission!

poem by Elya Thorn
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Cherry Blossoms Adrift

Pink petals passing
Scents above so high
Painted porcelain perfection
Blossoms caress the sky

Swaying silent shroud
Suitors strolling by
Pink petals passing
Lover's gentle sigh

Pastel hues falling
Slow fluttering grace
Pink petals passing
Lining streams in lace

Pink petals passing
Smoothest transit by
Soft essence floating
In most subtle lullaby

Inducing springtime slumber
Upon a satin shore
Sailing with the current
Pink petals pass before

(1999)

poem by Mary Fumento
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I Carry a Single Rose

I carry a single red Rose
In my tightening hold
For Love is what it propose
At least it’s what I’m told.

It’s fragrance of beauty
Overtakes me with its great power
The air all around me
When I hold a single flower

I grasp the Red Rose ever more tight
Drip, drip red petals fall into the night.

This Rose, a lovely delight
Has already consumed my sense of smell
Now it has stolen my sight
In this symbol of love I dwell

The ruby red petals fill my eyes
Captures the thoughts in my mind
Now I am completely hypnotized
Now I am completely blind.

I grasp the Red Rose ever more tight
Drip, drip red petals fall into the night.

It dazzles me, until it is all I can see
It’s touch so gentle against my cheek
Trapped me inside this beautiful make believe
For my heart, Love it will always seek

The leaves run through my finger tip
As they map a stem so strong and tall
A stem that fit so nicely inside my grip
Its lushes strength adds beauty to it all

I grasp the Red Rose ever more tight
Drip, drip red petals fall into the night.

I hold on for dear life
As my body sets off painful alarms
And now I’m stuck in this strife
Of letting go and hanging on

It’s so perfect, inside my hold
But I can feel the world around me
I can feel it growing cold
Now I am leaving this make believe
I grasp the Red Rose ever more tight
Drip, drip red petals fall into the night.

In a moment of true disgust
I slowly loosen my grasp
And I take away my trust
And wait for my world to collapse

But Pain races through my bones
So I clench a Rose inside my fist
And I realize I am alone
Lost inside this confusing mist

I grasp the Red Rose ever more tight
Drip, drip red petals fall into the night.

And I finally swiftly let go
The Rose falls to the bloody ground
No longer shall my blood flow
No longer shall I be bound

And of this single Red Rose
Petals of Love blinded me to my Pain
Being neither friend nor foe
I wash the blood with tears like rain.

I leave the Rose with all my might
Run, run into the black cold night.

poem by Rose Lynn
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The Wedding Trees

The flowering cherries
Flowing and pink,
Blossoms, like snow
Fall to the ground,
Never making a sound.
Like pink confetti,
Their petals are ready.
They must be The Wedding Trees.
I'll get married under one of these.
I, d like to get married
In satin and bows,
As petals fall on my clothes,
And scent touches my nose,
As I tingle at the toes.
So just hold my hand,
And we'll stroll through the land,
Tears roll down my face,
In this Heavenly place,
This is my Wedding day!

poem by Julia Ann Holliday
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Spring Pantoum

Sunlight bleeds through forest canopy
Slipping between my fingers
The daisies glare at me with sympathy
When crushed their scent still lingers

Slipping between my fingers
White petals soft caress
When crushed their scent still lingers
Care free, I could care less

White petals soft caress
Green blades tickle my feet
Care free, I could care less
It's nearing summer's heat

Green blades tickle my feet
Content, yet all alone
It's nearing summer's heat
Reaching for a home

Content, yet all alone
Desperately searching for what I won't find
Reaching for a home
Each breath awkwardly timed

Desperately searching for what I won't find
Sunlight bleeds through forest canopy
Each breath awkwardly timed
The daisies glare at me with sympathy

poem by Maylee Bossy
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A Single Daisy

One day I encountered;

A single daisy with snowy
White petals splayed proudly
Was standing in a sea of dandelions
Although taunted and tormented she did not falter
Unafraid, to be a different shape ‘n color

With a clear voice inside my head,
she spoke to me;
“Take me from this place of angst ‘n suffering”
For this;
I’ll answer any question you may ask”

I thought for a moment and blurted;
Does she really love me?

“Indeed she does dear friend,
Ask for her hand in marriage
You’ll both know joy, without end”

“Now quickly tear me from this dust,
Toss my stem and petals to the wind
Shed salty tears of pity, if you must
Free at last I’ll be, lest you rescind”

Reaching down, at last freed from hell I
Scattered her soft petals to the breeze

Her voice inside my head said
“Farewell”
I was content to know, her will was appeased

These days, for every daisy encountered,
I smile, and pause to listen for a voice

ROTMS

poem by Ray Lucero
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Tender Only To One

Tender only to one
Tender and true
The petals swing
To my fingering
Is it you, or you, or you?

Tender only to one
I do not know his name
And the friends who fall
To the petals’ call
May think my love to blame.

Tender only to one
This petal holds a clue
The face it shows
But too well knows
Who I am tender to.

Tender only to one,
Last petal’s latest breath
Cries out aloud
From the icy shroud
His name, his name is Death.

poem by Stevie Smith
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Rose

Among the thorns you laughs,
Fragile mighty Rose.....
Thy built is so bold,
Onto us it's natures dose.

You the beauty of the plants,
Among stones you the onyx,
I know, you face threat from within,
A lovely smile though in fix.

Your fragrance slides into heart,
Your beauty loved by all,
You are the choice of lovers,
Till the petals fall.

Who care for thy lesson you teach,
In the artificiality of fashion that preach//

poem by Aftab Alam Khursheed
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Your Grandma is a flower

Each and every deep wrinkle of her sad face
Tells a bygone story about the beauty.
The petals about to fall in the weary Autumn
And the boisterous wind begins its activity.
You cannot hold the storm Grandma!
Let the petals scatter into any direction likewise
But the root of the tree still strong enough
To grab the scorching earth.
Smile as the early summer days
And it's a gift indeed to the offspring Grandma.

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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The Old Man`s Fiddle

The fig tree bare
branches stare
homeless birds
who will care?

Roses shrivel
petals fall
creepers limp
on the wall

Autumn leaves
on the earth dry
in the dark
the sparrows cry

who will light the lamp?
the old man is gone
his fiddle is heard
in the streets at dawn...

poem by Dr Madhavi Grace
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0004 Lyric 3: Rosefall

O, what is the song this late, late rose is singing?
where will its petals fall, pale orange-yellow rose?
when shall the breeze and the rose cease laughing, dancing,
when will the raindrops bring time, and loss, and tears?

who wrote the song that the rose is singing, singing,
who painted petals on this fleeting rose?
when did the breeze discover dancing, dancing,
with roses that fade and fall in loss and time and tears?

after the rosefall, a colder breeze is blowing,
rose petals lie in drifts upon the ground;
but the breeze remembers, wintering red rose-hips, sowing
the rose’s spring and singing; remembering rose’s sound..

poem by Michael Shepherd
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The Flower Shivers

The flower withers,
Dying today,
The flower shivers,
Wasting away,

A useless soul,
An early death,
Becoming cold,
Fade in stealth,

The flower dries,
The petals fall,
The petals lie,
The living stall,

Death of a cough,
Why thrive on?
You cannot slough,
You cannot run.

poem by Maddy Jones
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A Rose Petal

A Rose Petal
By: Artistic Perspective
September 15,2009
Age 12

A Rose Petal quickly falls off its rose.
I see that it's falling quickly, but in my mind I see it slowly.
What's pleasant about a piece of itself ripping, tearing away?
The only pleasant thought about it, is it will grow a new rose.
I watch the petal fall and plummet.
Until it hits the ground.
Rose petals, Rose petals, are all around.
Why must they fall off?
The rose is now unwhole.
Hopefully, it will come back,
Restore the rose's soul.

poem by Poem hunters
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Now The Mysteries Unfold

the budding is over
the petals start to unfold
and you are there
to see what these
flowers have been
hiding all through
the years of your patient
presence

petals as black as the
hair of a mad woman
scent as foul as dead
rotting fish on the shore

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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