Old pine
What gifts for passionate lovers
Shall we find
Of flowers
Of books with sufficant verse
Chips sprinkled, of odorous Cedar wood.
Give me young shoots,
Of aromatic orange rind
Saphire colors the sea sand around
The beauty is shimmering the ground
A sweet picture, and aroma arouses our sences
Sented with Lavander faint and fine.
Dried pedals of flowers
Mingled with old pine
poem by Howard Johnson
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Lovers In Spring
Spring is for lovers
wherever spring is.
Lovers can find it.
It's hers. It's his.
Others may smell it
and not know it's there
for the aroma of flowers
are for two to share.
Love brings nature
close to your heart.
It intensifies in beauty
and plays its part
instilling in lovers
what it does mean
to inhale together
an exquisite scene.
And as the sap rises
in each and every tree
love will blossom
for you and for me.
For we are two lovers
that wait every year
for spring to enfold us
and hold us so near.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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CoLoRS
Red, green, and blue
tangerine, orange, and lavander
some colors you see,
around where you are free
black and grey,
you say?
dark it symbolize;
reach the light
to see the prize,
a world full of colors
you may think what a sight!
The Wood of Flowers
I went to the Wood of Flowers
(No one was with me):
I was there alone for hours.
I was happy as could be
In the Wood of Flowers.
There was grass on the ground,
There were buds on the tree,
And the wind had a sound
Of such gaiety,
That I was as happy
As happy could be,
In the Wood of Flowers.
poem by James Stephens
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Let The Old Know
Roots die hard for shoots.
Shoots yield to flowers.
Flowers succumb to seeds.
Seeds die to give seedlings.
They are happy to do.
The old may know of this.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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A Picture Of Colors
A picture of colors
A purple forest of colors
A balloon of colors
A blue fantasy of colors
This is what our planet should be
A whirlwind of colors
A white world of colors
A resting place of colors
A red hideaway of colors
This is what it should look like
A ‘yes' world of colors
A yellow rainbow of colors
A graced hill of colors
A green meadow of colors
An overflowing basket of colors
An orange bowl of colors
This would be a perfect place
The Picture Of You
I have got the picture of you inside me and,
I can figure you out like the sweet love of an apple;
For love baths your nakedness daily like,
Your sweet bed of roses.
I have got the picture of you inside me and,
I am waiting for the day that we will meet;
Oh, how the birds do sing to your beauty,
For your sweet aroma is in the air.
I have got the picture of you inside me and,
I will search all over the world to look for you;
For this beauty of yours should not pass me by,
Because you are all that i need.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Flowers Know
As the sun rises with its glorious glow,
Flowers awake because they know
They will be guided throughout the day
If they transfix on every ray.
So they smile and leave all beautified
With rainbow colors far and wide.
Their delicate pedals gaze at the sky,
Tracing the sun’s path as it passes by.
With evening’s approach they close their eyes
And patiently await next early rise.
Though their time to wilt is soon from birth,
Flowers know their place on this earth.
Their radiance gives life to a world often void
Of warmth they display since it’s seldom enjoyed.
So get acquainted with their momentary glow.
Appreciate this earth that flowers so well know.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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The Measure of Beauty
Give Beauty all her right,
She's not to one form tied;
Each shape yields fair delight,
Where her perfections bide:
Helen, I grant, might pleasing be,
And Ros'mond was as sweet as she.
Some the quick eye commends,
Some swelling lips and red;
Pale looks have many friends,
Through sacred sweetness bred:
Meadows have flowers that pleasure move,
Though roses are the flowers of love.
Free beauty is not bound
To one unmoved clime;
She visits every ground
And favours every time.
Let the old loves with mine compare,
My sovereign is as sweet as fair.
poem by Thomas Campion
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Spellbound
A bluebell wood, such a sight to see,
Blue haze wrapped softly around each tree.
Sweet perfume just drifting through the air,
Oh, how I wish that I could be there.
So restful to the eyes and the mind,
A beauty that is so well defined.
One sea of blossom over the ground,
Oh, how I wish to observe, spellbound.
Those stems of bells, that silently ring,
Welcoming in the newly born spring.
A mass of flowers, a carpet fine,
Oh, how I wish that they could be mine.
poem by Ernestine Northover
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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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Flowers
(orbison/dees)
When I was a boy I ran among the flowers
Looking left and right at the bright array
I played through the spring, whiled away the hours
Lingered with the flowers every day
Flowers, pretty flowers, flowers, lifes bouquet
Flowers, pretty flowers, flowers, along the way
Flowers, pretty flowers, flowers, lifes bouquet
Flowers, pretty flowers, flowers, along the way
When the summer ends and the storms of life are over
When the winter comes and the petals fall away
They may write it on my stone, he was just a roller
But he stopped to pick some flowers along the way
Flowers, pretty flowers, flowers, lifes bouquet
Flowers, picked some flowers, along the way
song performed by by Roy Orbison
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Gulmohur in May
Oh! Behold
The bliss and beauty of May.
The warm sunbeams,
The sudden showers,
The husky wind,
Neither swift nor soft.
The verdure of shrubs
That put forth their buds
And their sweet fragrance
When opening their delicate folds.
Lo! That tree over the hedge,
The lone Gulmohur in full bloom
With flowers cluttered on every bough
And the honey bees, diving in and out.
A red canopy hung
Across the cyan sky!
A marvel of marvels
In the valley of green!
At the slight touch of the wind
It sheds its flowers,
That, like confetti over the blushing bride
Drop to the ground and lie in heaps.
Scarlet and deep orange, yellow and pink
Such shocking shades, blended so fine,
Turning the enveloping green
Into a splendid canvas of art!
poem by Valsa George
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Jacinths And Jessamines
Jacinths and jessamines and jonquils sweet,
All odorous pale flowers from Orient lands,
No vain red roses strew I at thy feet,
Emblems of grief and thee, with reverent hands.
Mine is no madrigal of passionate joy,
Or orison of aught less chaste than tears.
Ruth on thy brow sits fairest. Its annoy
Rends not thy beauty's raiment, nor the years.
In thy shut lips what secrets! Who am I
Should seek a sign at that dread sanctuary?
poem by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
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Thorn in the Heart
The flower that I wasted time to shine on because water was all you needed
I sprinkled other flowers of knowledge and the results didn't show if it took or not
You still glowed your beautiful red
I still remember the light on your golden pedal eyes
I remember the fragrance that seeped from your arum colored skin but you're no lily
You are the flower that is adored by even the man with little knowledge of why you are so beautiful
But to be fair, you have not an idea of why you make men smile and women envious
You believe it is from your pedals, I believe it is from your buds protected within the pedals
But who am I, but a gardener with an eye on the most riveting flower that grows in a garden that is not my own?
To the only flower that I held close to my heart: Rose.
poem by Leonard Dantzler
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My Lovely Flower
I thank God for my lovely flower
For there are millions who are ignorant of her existance,
The enchanting aroma that is with her,
Or her charm that makes me to always keep thinking,
I am fascinated that she was wonderfully made,
Then just kept for me to find one day.
Seeing her is like waking up at dawn to bath in the Sun's rays
She has harmless attraction like a colorful butterfly,
Or a bright flower always sort by the bees for it's beauty,
Not forgetting it's sweet nectar also!
That is my sweet Sweetie.
The flower is far from me and I cannot smell the aroma now,
Last night I went to dreamland where I hoped to find my flower Then I woke up this morning to melodious sounds,
Sounds of chirping birds in the nearby tree as if to praise her,
Thinking about my flower.
I want to tend and care for this flower,
So that she may produce more flowers like herself,
O flower! Remain that lovely forever.
poem by Nyota Yasulwe
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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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Frozen With Flowers (Revision)
Sitting among flowers burning with joy
of life - even the small purple ones have
yellow hearts, orange flowers seem warm
Yet it feels as if they are frozen as I sit in
the cold, then the dream - an Ice Princess
sitting atop a glass mountain
They're her only reminders of the real world,
a heroine and a prince will not come, for
all eternity the Princess sits among frozen
Beauty of long ago with ice-covered flowers
from when she still believed an inner world
of love could be realised by wishing for it
They are frozen tokens to keep her company,
she is happy, the ardent longing to find ideals
and fight for them have also been
Frozen with flowers...
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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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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Sweet Butterfly
Oh, sweet butterfly, you adorn the morning sky.
Flowers flourish in full view all because of you.
For your beauty in my garden you seek no recompense.
Just a chance to dance on pedals and spread their joyous scents.
How can I express my thanks? There’s nothing I can say.
You’re an angel straight from heaven with a brush to paint this day.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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I passed by the place where you abode
I passed by the place where you abode
Where lofty trees and ivy-beds grow a lot
I left some flowers by the door
And I carved some verses on the wall
The sweet flowers field I plucked and banded
Will wilt and fade away unwedded
It shall not give birth to an heir
Which bears forth its reflection and glare
These lovely cups are doomed to die
While with riotous colors your door sill dye
Their beauty to captive your love serves
As my royal on their mission stand brave
Their soft silken balmy lap is a sacrifice
To entrap a higher beauty and my anguish to pacify
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