All roses
If there were no flowers to compete
The colors would have been totally unknown
If it were totally rejected and thrown
Every object has been assigned with some recognition
They stand tall with full name and recognition
The mango is considered as all time high and king of fruits
Only for its quality to be felt as full of sweet
As the time moves on, they add some natural quality
Every object and its surrounding has special identity
It is understood by even small kid as to what is referred
They will accept willingly as and when it is offered
Same stands good for flowers too
Some flowers occupy good position and it is very true
They have fragrance and distinct smell to attract
The human mind and nostrils to smell and act
The mind comes to full sense and feels freshness
Everybody knows the source and never try to trace
Some of the flowers boom through out the year
The bees make beautiful sound to be liked by the ears
The roses occupy unique position and considered as king of flowers
It is signified as symbol of love and no one has adverse answers
It is liked by all and aligned with true love and purity
Since it is treated as symbol of love, it has maintained dignity
Many legendry stories evolve around Goddesses
Some of them are known by flowers they possess
Though it has attached lots of importance
There is in it a great deal of substance
There is so much linkage of rose with nature
The very good health has been referred as pink for sure
It has to be handled with delicacy and care
At least everybody is conscious and very much aware
The roses are placed at the feet of God
The beautiful woman adores head with rose
It becomes all the more symbolic
There is strong belief and logic
The beauty has to be protected by thorn
They are weak force and can’t do of their own
So many are sworn enemy and very jealous
They have the problems and face it very continuous
The beauty is to see and not to spoil
It will be useless if you want to avail
The beauty may eventually die
If you cruelly make attempt or try
It is not at all bad to dream or have desire
But such things are meant to be admired
They may regain the glory and name
If we adore them and not put them to shame
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Beautiful flowers
Gardens are supposed to house beautiful flowers
Pink, rose, red, yellow and in different colors
To appease and please troubled mankind
Love and joy in abundance to find
”beauty and flowers are joy for ever”
Their fragrance and memory may stay forever
Try not to touch them to fade away fast
It presents beautiful picture totally in contrast
They can’t please us at all if remain barren
That stage is never appreciated in life even
We may err in committing mistakes but learn too
Such is tragedy of life and can be termed as true
Our Mind may sometimes fluctuate and wonder
Yet we have to think carefully and sum up as under
'Beauty and flowers are meant to see'
Allow to boom in their natural way and keep them free
Beauty may be lost if we fiddle with their growth
It is combination of shyness and seclusion or as both
Idea should never invade our mind to threaten their existence
Look at as lover of nature from the safe distance
Some of the natural objects are meant to be protected
No one may come forward and remind us how to be acted
But one thing is sure that we must have considerate observation
As they have always remained our source of inspiration
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A Rose Intoxication!
Queen of flowers rose is always a fascination!
Rose is symbol of passionate love cheers mood!
Rose lady gives great pride to be with anywhere!
Special respect to rose never changes anywhere;
Red rose, pink rose and even blue rose are there
Occupying a pride of place none can have ever!
Bouquet of rose flowers elates anyone to dizziness!
A special gift indeed rose flowers makes to all!
A single rose is enough to make one grand to look
Instead of a big cluster of flowers of jasmine or lily!
Scent of rose remains fresh in mind wherever one is;
Such a unique flower rose how can anyone ignore
Whether it is in the garden or lies on a wayward side!
Now after seeing rose and read on rose I am intoxicated..!
poem by Ramesh T A
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A Colourful Rose Flower!
Colourful rose flowers give a beautiful idea of pleasure;
Lips of rose petals kiss everyone’s heart with pleasure!
Red rose transports one to the world of love and beauty;
Power of rose among all flowers is undisputed forever!
Red rose is for love, beauty, courage and respect, know!
Yellow rose is for joy, friendship, delight and new bonds!
White rose stands for purity, innocence and humility ever;
Pink rose is gifted for appreciation and thanks for deeds.
Orange rose is for desire, enthusiasm and passion ever!
Lavender rose is linked to love at first sight for all lovers!
Blue rose is for healing, dreams and mystery to be realised
And is recently genetically engineered and produced nice!
Who does not love rose flowers of many colours we see now?
Even rose petals are not left from extracting oil to make perfume!
poem by Ramesh T A
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Three Unique Flowers!
Due to flowers world itself is called as flower world!
Of them lotus, rose and tulip are world renowned ones
Nobody can deny their significance anywhere anytime!
Danish renowned tulip flowers cheer all by unique beauty!
Tulip flowers of many colours have made mark in literature;
Everybody cherishes their beauty unique in Nature all time.
Rose flower, the thorny beauty of all is the queen of flowers
Everybody has an high esteem and value for rose everywhere!
It is the chosen flower uniquely cherished as a symbol of love.
Lotus flower with yellow seeds in is cherished as divine one!
It is highly esteemed as a spiritual flower for meditation most;
Spiritually valued high lotus flower has mystical significance.
If tulips are angels rose is the queen of love poets cherish
Meant to worship mystically elevating divine lotus ever fresh!
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Beauty is everywhere
Beauty is everywhere
Only person should dare
Enjoy it to full extent
We remain no cause to resent
Beauty and joy is for ever
In every season everywhere
In nature, in people and in flowers
And why do we forget about rainy showers?
What do I see in flower?
Its fragrance or color
What do I smell when go near?
With curiosity, love or fear
Many have opined about beauty
I consider it most in the almighty
It is with his blessing that we all have eyes
To see and appreciate with no try
I feel sad when think of its tenure
How much it may last? I am not sure
It may even be crushed under feet
Next time I may not see when come again to greet
I am sue one thing
It has magnificent pull for something
Our feet move only in that direction
For swift and smooth action
Beauty can be seen on mother's face
Beautiful horse participating in race
Or lovely garden with colorful roses
Where you have different option to choose
I say with full knowledge
As it must have no edge
It is as natural as possible
Pick it or pluck it if it is permissible
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A Flower Of His Heart
He is walking in his garden,
With so many flowers surrounding him,
He is among his lovely flowers,
He feels happiness as he enjoys their fragrances.
In a corner some red flowers,
Raise their stalks toward the sun,
In that color sleeps the passion,
And sensuality of the women, with their charms.
Next to it he finds some white flowers,
His mind get clensed of bad thoughts,
All purity and innocence of the living,
Is concentrated in a beautiful white rose.
But he sees some orange flowers over there,
So intense, so joyful to his eyes,
They are like the warmth of the summer,
In a wonderful, pleasant day of life.
And suddenly a simple flower show up to him,
She was not well-dressed in amazing colors like her fancy friends,
But she was so beautiful in her simplicity and grace,
Just the flower of his heart that he always expected to have.
In this life beauty is not important and fragile,
It matters more what pleases your heart,
When it is about love and its magic,
You'll adore that simple flower, no matter what.
poem by Cristina Teodor
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Flowers
Do you not say
I’m omnipotent,
Omnipresent?
I created you,
Your family
And the nature
Around you.
Would I not be able to
Smell and see the flowers
That surround you?
Why pick them up in lots,
Pluck them off their
Lives, sew them with
Needles, and gift them
As garlands to an image
Of me: your temple deity.
What joy I get, tell me?
If I see my creations
Being ravaged by man’s
Ruthless hands. Like you,
They would love to live
A carefree life of freedom
And sunshine.
Why smother them
Prematurely, wither them
With your plucking fingers?
Don’t crush them to offer me
Pushpanjali.
Let them breathe in the
Breeze of the garden
Where they belong…
Let the bees savour their nectar.
Do not give me bouquets
Of dying flowers…
I’m just as happy
To see them
Blossom :)
In the branches of
The swinging trees.
Why make them bare and barren?
They look so naked without their
Adornments – the beautiful flowers
That drape them in beauty…
Listen to me, my dear devotee.
You happen to see me everywhere,
Don’t you?
You talk of my omnipresence,
So why don’t you see
That I don’t need
Flowers from thee
To please me.
They are there for nature to show us
How flowers look beautiful in their
Natural beauty…don’t pluck, please.
Won’t you heed me?
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Roses All Over
Roses have thorns
They not only smile but warn
Keep away else you may bleed
Touch me only when honestly need
Make correct approach
Think before you act as such
Thorns may tear your skin apart
You will forget to make me sweet part
Pluck me with care.
Plan honestly and dare
I shall blossom with full smile
Passers by may watch and praise my style
They adore me as king of kings
Pink and red as beautiful wings
No flowers have been bestowed such honor
I represent love and as such meant for
I have my own world
Shine at peak when put in nice fold
My shattered leaves too have different smell
Roses the king have difference to tell
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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My little flower
“MY little flower”
Christmas is fast approaching and nearing
Whole year we were threatened and fearing
What will be the forecast for the whole year?
Any how I dream about an hear some good music in ears
I wish to put many light on Christmas tree
With flowers boom around it to grow free
I love those pretty flowers in different colors
As if freshness has just arrived after showers
I wish to remain them in same position
With fragrance and smell in good combination
How cute and good they look to see with eyes?
Memory suddenly rushes in mind and make me cry
She had made first entry in our home few years ago
I was childless and it was entire the time hurting ego
Now so beautiful flower is in my garden
It adds to our joy and happiness even
Now when I look at her it adds to worry
I may be without her after sometime and feel sorry
She may have her own wings and fly away
She is indeed butterfly and searching the way
I wish her to grow in elegant style
Have her own way and move for a while
Who knows what will be she in days to come?
But whatever be the luck, she will always be welcome
Today I am decorating house with good faith
Wishing entire community and world with no more deaths
Let peace and harmony prevail among all walks of life
Let the life move smoothly and free from any strife
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Why Roses Have Thorns
Of all the flowers I've ever seen,
The lovely rose holds the most mystery.
Almost queenly in majestic beauty,
A thing of perfected artistry.
It comes in so many varied colors,
Its fragrance unique among all flowers,
A floral gem you'd enjoy for hours,
An exquisite rose is the flower of lovers.
But like a lady of wondrous charm,
Such beauty can cause a little harm.
The rose has thorns that make one bleed,
And hurts the hand that crushes it.
Some women like the rose have thorns,
When in their hearts true love is born.
The love you pledge do not forfeit-
A woman can bleed your heart....
and
crush it.
Copyright 2008 - Cynthia B. Baello
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Nice Appeal
Why flowers have nice appeal?
Why do they look so natural?
Is it god's blessings for their appearance?
To observe them with keen interest is pure and lucky chance
We are deeply involved with day to day involvement
Find so many restrictions to make some happy moments
Some of us even don't have opportunity to see rising sun
Have feeling of morning breeze and synchronized it with health run
Flowers may appeal and attract
Yet we are forbidden to act
Pluck, keep for sometime and throw
Have fragrance for a while and experience blow
We as human being are like flowers
Enjoy it in open when rain dazzle with showers
Child age is considered full of innocence
But love is always there in its presence
With advent of young age
Your fancy comes out of the cage
You long for beautiful and lovely company
That is sometimes praised and condemned too by many
Young people find their own time
Choose the flower and enjoy sometimes
It is considered as sacred and heavenly sent
Bodies touch with bodies, curl and bend like serpents
Such is magic of beauty and totally unconcerned by any laws
It may have our blessing despite some dangers and flaws
Yet that has been accepted as natural act
We are meant for each others in fact
We may definitely weigh in favor of attachment
To bring about lovely union with happy moments
Yet we bleed some times leaving behind deep scars
Souls separate for no reasons and choose to go very far
With one passionate touch on forehead
Whole universe comes to our feet and felt by blood
Vanes expand to rush it heavily and send signal
Beware! Spring is round the corner and waiting for arrival
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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What a way to reassure!
What a way to reassure on face?
Lovely beauty with visible trace
God has sent beautiful reminder on earth
Take her care else face the ugly death
It is your duty to acclaim and adore
Not all flowers may attract any more
Yet we do believe and praise in precise terms
As they have noble part to play as mother, sister and daughter in turn
Not all girls are gifted with moon face
Not all the shine given away to any race
Hilly areas have their own reflection
Whole beauty is reflected with positive indication
They are not selfish so far as their role is concerned
Good looking girls are preferred and very fast cornered
They have demand and rightly can be said so
They find king's offer if royal family gives clear go
Our history is full of wars and their sacrifices
Empires have been lost due to words given with promises
Certainly out look matters but their nature and dedication too
We have witnessed, observed it and passed through
How come that is working as magnetic pull?
How come they look so pretty and beautiful?
God only can answer as it is blessings from divine seat
We only look outer beauty, appearance and express joy at
The garden may have elegance with lot many flowers
It may add more beauty with little dazzling and rainy showers
Family may gain prominence with females having brilliance coupled with beauty
Gain prominence all-round and have upper hand with blessings from almighty
It is natural feeling and common fact
We are guided but sometimes forced to act
To protect honor and dignity of woman becomes prestige issue
Only some of the people may think reason behind it and rightly view
I, for my part, will appreciate it in any form
That has not come up all of sudden or born
It is definitely a graceful act on part of creator
That we live to witness such flowers from mentor
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Flowers Of My Heart
Enter my flowers
love becomes an open
door
into my hearts way
color my love red
the passion of this
blossom
brings fire to my
life
pink and delicate
this rose belongs to
my heart
she overwhelms me
in the purity of
this lovely rose bud
white
I always find delight
I melt in the nectar
of this beautiful
flower
dainty and yellow.
I love.!
the essence of my
coral rose
a blend of many
colors
so endearing
a late bloomer
yet so lovely
adding to my bouquet
once again I come
to the flowers of my
heart
lost in their beauty.
poem by Heather Burns
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Flowers Galore
Are there not flowers like the rose,
Those look prettier and smell better?
Yet, people do not prefer them,
Nor nurture them in tonnes for use.
Are there not flowers in the wild,
With gorgeous looks and perfumes great,
Whose birth is known to herds that graze?
God only knows why they are there!
Are there not flowers hidden well,
In forests deep and dense and dark,
But are found rarely like orchids,
Those look so splendid to the eye?
Are there not flowers raised in fields
Or found in meadows, lawns so green,
And sold as garlands for deities,
Or strewn on tombs and cemeteries?
And yet, some cannot even bud
Or blossom into flowers big;
While some get trampled under feet,
A few adorn altars of God!
Galore are flowers that we see,
Whose hues, shapes, sizes vary much;
God makes each petal, leaf and bud
With beauty that no words can tell.
Each one bears witness to God’s pow’r,
And smiles with freshness with each shower;
Each one is beautiful a flow’r;
And decks the planet earth’s bower!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 12-19-2008
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The Beautiful Azalea
The beautiful azalea is a woody shrub that never grows into a tree
But the pink flowers on the azalea are so beautiful to see
In the cool to warm days of October when Spring is in the air
And beautiful Mother Nature flowers on her green cloak wear,
How lovely the azalea in the cool shade of the trees
In her mass of pinkish flowers gently stirring in the breeze
Such a thing of natural beauty for to beautify the Spring
In the nice days of October when the nesting song birds sing,
In her tiny leaves of light green and her mass of bright pink flowers
The azalea she is blooming in the sunshine and Spring showers
But time it keeps on ticking and the years go quickly by
And how many more Octobers will i live for to enjoy?
The sight of the beautiful azalea in her pink flowers in the shade
A thing of such rare beauty by Nature only made.
poem by Francis Duggan
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The Last Rose Of The Fall
Her pink petals strewn upon the grass beside her mother tree
In full bloom a thing of Nature so beautiful to see
Where the gleaners of Nature's decay grubs, slugs and insects crawl
Last week she looked so beautiful the last rose of the Fall.
So bare and thorny looking without her leaves and flowers
The rose tree looks forlorn in the cool Autumn showers
Next Summer again pink roses she will wear
The rose tree in bloom has a beauty that's rare.
The beauty of Nature is seen Worldwide
In town parks and gardens and in the countryside
And Nature herself she lives on every shore
The one destined to live forever more.
For the gleaners of Nature who live on decay
The beautiful rose petals on the grass lay
But the rose whose life span can be measured in hours
Her fate it is not any different to ours.
poem by Francis Duggan
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I Cannot See
I cannot see the flowers
if you're not with me.
I cannot even smell them.
Their perfume is lost on me.
I cannot see the birds fly
if you're not with me.
Their wingless flight escapes
along with their melody.
I cannot see the butterflies
if you're not with me.
The beauty of their colors
are only a memory
of when I saw all these things
and love was in full bloom
when the flowers, birds and butterflies
lifted my lonely gloom.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Fair Flowers
Blossom fair flowers of my fair lady,
The prime time of love is now here to share with her;
For her precious petals are now full of love.
To unfold the truth and to kiss what she has to give to me,
But, i want to spin around the spot of love with pleasure things;
And with the blossom of fair flowers of her love.
Float like a butterfly and sting like a gnat on this muse!
For, i was born to love my fair lady in the ladn of beautiful flowers;
And, behind every great vision, there is a positive realm.
To cry at birth and to cry when you are older,
over the clouds of love and with the beauty of the rainbow around;
But this parasie of love is for my fair lady and i,
And like the black ribbon up high in the sky! !
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Truth Always Touch
Truth always touch the heart
As it is God gift and natural art
Its fragrance emanate from beautiful flowers
After the rain had lashed the ground with shower
What does it make when mix with clay?
Land smile with joy and happily play
Mix with its forceful flow in anticipation
Start of new day with new bond and relation
What a scene to observe and enjoy?
Complete green as if new baby with toy!
Even blind man can smell its freshness
Truth has power to show it in any case
It is selfless sacrifice
Stuffed with full of promises
It will never die or fade
We shall respect it and never trade
Thy blessings seen on in each flower
Original color to be had with fewer
Rose, pink and blue attract near
Where does stand then the fear?
Close the gap and long for embrace
Bring the shine on beautiful face
Step out to watch for beautiful scenery
Divine love art blessed by almighty
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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In Beautiful Garden
Love blossoms in beautiful garden
Flowers boom in colorful shape even
Some fully spread and some just coming out
This is how the life brings change about
Do the flowers need any show?
Do they need some support to grow?
Not at all as it is natural change
It has taken place with the emergence of age
Flowers have natural tendency to attract
It is argument supported by fact
Whether you like or dislike, it can’t be denied
The real fact remains to be seen and can’t be lied
Flowers too need good environment
Lovely people to look at with nice comments
If nature does not find its lovers
Its importance will not be lost however
It has direct relation with good music
What ever seen and observed is accepted as basic
Think of cool breeze in early morning with bird’s voice
You may definitely dislike the little disturbing noise
It makes you to sink over lost opportunities
There is enough of time to think over its futilities
But some changes are always welcome
They are certain and bound to come
In life you may need partner
It has to happen sooner or later
If that is synchronized to the tune
Life will become sweet with fortune
Garden may look barren without flowers
Land may look deserted without rain showers
It is natural blessings that you got to respond
Your wish and goal definitely corresponds
Life has to be challenging with enterprise
It must move on even with surprises
How a flower can be looked with out fragrance?
Life too will be looked without charm without its presence
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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