Changeling
From human to avatar,
From avatar to flower,
From flower to butterfly,
Any day, any hour.
Internal reality being
Tested by game;
But once a changeling's
Transformed is it ever the same?
poem by Harriet James
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Avatar
Is a flower abstract?
Can you dismiss the wind?
Substance regal blend of earth
Similitudes of pain solicit reality
Limited cryptic eye shadow
Venus is too far away
Feline silk melds no ground
Being is inhabited in elements
Your prose gives no golden water
Womb of words has no moonbeams
Temple of clay in a galaxy
Paintings have left me thirsty
Enough of this plebian banter
Objects occupy transcendence
Symbols cannot repair the pain
Religions need relics
Romance thrives on fetish
The Internet is like an avatar
Real life needs real people
I cannot kiss an avatar
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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Flower - Flower Love
flower - flower love
flower - flower love
I come with flower and love
into your life that's full of hope
flower - flower love
I bring you flower and love
as a truth of my heart that never drop
I am a butterfly for you
with blackish orange in colours on me
I will never fly away from you
and never stop watching over you
for
flower - flower love
you are my flower
and you are my love
poem by Juahta Sitepu
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Butterfly
Oh, butterfly, butterfly,
why do you flutter by?
Why can not you fly straight,
and have any weapons to fight?
Where do you get so much colour?
Can I buy one, how much in dollar?
Why do you have two lives?
Can I get one, please!
I want to transform mine,
To overcome human crisis,
Through the mysterious morphosis.
I want to be you, O! Butterfly,
From flower to flower to flutter by.
poem by Abdul Wahab
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Glimpse
the flower may curse
the caterpillar at first glance
consuming its leaves
greedily
rushing for the next stage
of its life
then the silence of the cocoon
where the flower
doubts
and then the excitement
of the birth
of the yellow butterfly
the hope of the flower
and when
the flying begins
the flower unfolds
blooms
and the consortium begins
the nectar flows
and the flower
turns into another fruit
back
to its seed form
as the butterfly
nears its span
like a glimpse
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Little Cycle Of The Flower And The Caterpillar
the flower may curse
the caterpillar at first glance
consuming its leaves
greedily
rushing for the next stage
of its life
then the silence of the cocoon
where the flower
doubts
and then the excitement
of the birth
of the yellow butterfly
the hope of the flower
and when
the flying begins
the flower unfolds
blooms
and the consortium begins
the nectar flows
and the flower
turns into another fruit
back
to its seed form
as the butterfly
nears its span
like a glimpse
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I Picked A Flower
I picked a flower from a bush
And I loved it so
Put it in a vase next to my bed
But how was I to know
That the flower cried for its bush
That the bush cried for its flower
But how was I to know
That the flower would die in an hour
The flower withered away
And I put it inside my book
Because I loved the flower so
But how was I to know
That the flower gasped for breath
That it was facing death
But how was I to know
That the flower so badly wanted to go
And I kept the flower close to me
So that every day I could see
But how was I know
That the flower that I had loved so
Had always hated me
That there was pain I couln't see
And how was I to know?
poem by Shobhita Singh
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The Bent Flower
There once was a flower,
Who, at an untimely hour,
Began to crook to one side.
The poor little flower,
Would no longer tower,
In the field full of green grass and snow.
But from yonder came a man,
With nothing but a pan,
And sat by the badly bent flower.
And the man sat with the flower day and night,
Helping it get through its plight,
But came the following day.
That within an hour,
The man who sat with the flower,
Was gone like night during day.
poem by Tro Missaelian
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My Wilted Flower
Your waking dreams
I hear your screams
Of the hour
My wilted flower
All alone
Can’t go home
You must cower
My wilted flower
So much pain
Standing in the rain
You are not of power
My wilted flower
You run away
And there you stay
In the cold rain shower
My wilted flower
Memories of all the hate
Your horrible fate
They no longer tower
My wilted flower
In peace you die
I mustn’t cry
Your last hour
My wilted flower
~2009~
poem by Jennifer Cramer
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Flower fly
Flower
Want too fly...
So..
Asking butterfly
'I want too fly
What can i do...? '
Butterfly say
'Next term
Born on butterfly'
Flower did not smile...
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Avatar
With eyes wondering,
And looking much too far...
Stop them where they are,
Those eyes!
Why do you ignore the voice,
Of your Avatar?
Why have you chosen to stay denied?
Feeling my appearance near.
Knowing I am here...
Wanting to fulfill your sentimental wishes.
Incarnated from your soul,
I am.
With duplication of emotions you know.
And I hold them close.
With no restricting motive.
Nor do I boast of who you are and why.
Just to be here and to you devoted!
I am.
And glad I have been chosen,
To come to host you
With eyes wondering,
And looking much too far...
Stop them where they are!
Why do you ignore the voice,
Of your Avatar.
Incarnated from your soul,
I am.
With duplication of emotions you know.
And I hold them close.
With no restricting motive.
Just to be here and to you devoted!
I am.
And repetitive if you wish,
Or choose to redo to get satisfaction done...
In mind, body and soul.
For you...
No other Avatar will do!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I felt like a butterfly
I felt like a butterfly
Flying around aimless in wonder
I could fly on anyone, but not the right flower
The flower of my destine
It bloomed for me and only me
I wish I could be there always
My flower, my rose-bud
I wish we could start our winter together
poem by Garrett Medellin
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Wrestling for Love
There was a wrestling
Between me and the butterfly
In plucking flower for you:
And the stem
Mediated with giving
Its honey to butterfly
And the flower to me.
poem by anushmadhu P.Bharathi
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I Wish, I Were butterfly
I wish, i were butterfly
so that i could fly any where.
i can suck the honey from the flower.
childs may chasing to catch me,
that's way i can play with them.
when am flying, the world look at me
and say a beautiful fly their.
Some time i sit on the flowers
the beauty of the flower increased.
that's why i wish, i were butterfly.
Butterfly Dream
Once in my dream I became a butterfly
Over the flowers happily I flied
Resting on a flower drank I its juice
Shifting from one to another till belly was full
I only felt the happiness of the butterfly
Forgetting at that moment who am I
Suddenly I awakened from my dream
I found my soul again in human skin
At that moment could not say for sure I
If butterfly-me dreamed of being in human style
Or had human-I dreamed of being a butterfly
Which was happily enjoying the open sky
poem by Henry Chen
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Avatar of Corruption
Same on the day
I kept my promise, and leave me
alone where it leads
my corruptible flesh, as it lay down
under the ground; the richness
of ego pushes me
to conquer, my blind
desire of nothing but death
rapidly the slaughter
spread, where a hundredth
and millions breathe
I take hard labor swing
me no regret, for the pocket I
give wear my weight
hitting the rope,
and closing any hope is just
only one, ask
to flee and say goodbye,
as you leave the sky high, in the hands
of every palm, I will lead advance
to any other decoy, for winning
in the game is only a dream
that I am done
dethrone my opponent and beat
then to lose
is always my fun,
for I am the greatest Avatar
of where no other strength
that loses my hand; the
beset power
now settles in my knee, has
worship even me
vow down illusion of greed, I am
closing my mouth
to let you understand…that I am
the great Avatar, as I stand
forward to the lust of
grave …….
poem by Antonio Liao
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Come Back As A Flower
The starngest thought came to me on this morning
As I awake to greet the coming dawn
The sun was hardly peaking through the garden
It felt that with everything I was one
Then I wished that I could come back as a flower
As a flower
As a flower
How I wished that I could come back as a flower
As a flower
To spread the sweetness of love
To spread the sweetness of love
The dew had finished making love to many
A rainbow smelling sweet was in the air
I envied all the silence I saw growing
So unmoved by things outside themselves
Then how I wished that I could come back as a flower
As a flower
As a flower
How I wished that I could come back as a flower
As a flower
To spread the sweetness of love
How I wished that I could come back as a flower
Oh as a flower
As a flower
How I wished that I could come back as a flower
As a flower
As a flower
To spread the sweetness of love
To spread the sweetness of love
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Wished that I could come back as a flower
Flower
Flower
Wished that I could come back as a flower
Flower
Sweetness of love
How I come back as a flower
Flower
Flower
How I come back as a flower
Flower
Sweetness of love
Sweetness of love
song performed by by Stevie Wonder
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Air Kiss
Butterfly singing
Song for
Flower...
Flower smile smile...
Again and again air
Kiss the flower...
Butterfly did not sad...
But...
Did not sing the song...
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Poor plastic Flower
My mother in law loves flower
This is our trial
My wife in denial
As she plants a flower
She has a brown thumb
This makes me glum
For she can’t even grow a plum
She has plastic flowers
And those took a powder
Poor plastic flower
A flower needs water
To give it power
She forget this every hour
That is why her flowers are powder
Her plastic flower had power
Until it's last hour
The vase did tower
As it was full of water
Poor plastic flower
poem by Keith Wells
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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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What Shall Be?
What shall be my clandestine hour?
Is to write a poem about a flower
The world is but an open flower
A parchment of white paper
What shall be my clandestine hour?
Is to write a poem about a flower
Or watch another flower bear fruit
Give her hand, bite my tongue mute.
poem by Mark Heathcote
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