En.Citatepedia^®.ro

A Flower To Auroville Mother-91

Butterfly bush(Summer lilac,
Buddleja davidii)

You were then a stranger
Just charming attractive
By the hillside farther
When I passed adventive

Was it your purplish blue
Was it your convened make
Was it butterflies accrue
Was it your scented shake

I'd say them together all
Bushy with elliptic leaves
slender stalks grown tall
In awe hurrayed 'who's this? '

poem by Indira Renganathan
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

A Flower To Auroville Mother-65

Blue Trumpet Bush
(Strobilanthes tomentosa
Aechmanthera gossypina)

Little eyes look at so many
Little brain eats as many
Yet too little known only
Puzzling blues as are many

My folly'Bluebell, Bluebell'
Yelled my mouth of little
In brain gathered brittle
Ho, but different and subtle

Shrubby bush leafed elliptic
Blue, violet, purplish hectic
Clustered flora trumpet-magic
Tubed raise of an elysian chic

Hunt o' my heart hunt ceaseless
Anyway for blue trumpet endless
Stop, hear her hush relentless
Wonder at the goddess ageless

poem by Indira Renganathan
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

Love Come To Me

Love, come to me in rose of red,
to lie upon my loveless bed ~
now filled with thorns of passions past,
into the wind, the thorns I cast.

Love, come to me in lilac hue,
with scented breath of lilac blue
and essence of love's lost repast ~
into the wind, lost love I cast.

Love, come to me in leaves of green,
with greening leaves of emerald sheen ~
awaiting in the brambling bough,
into the wind, I cast love now.

Love, come to me in yellowed fields,
lined with the golden daffodils ~
awaiting love to come along,
into the wind, I cast love's song.

Love, come to me in rose of red,
to rest and dream upon my bed ~
with scented breath of lilac blue
and daffodils of golden hue.

Love, come to me in nature's light.
It pleasures me with every sight ~
of red, and blue, and golden hue,
into the wind, I cast love true.

poem by Hazelmarie Elliott
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

Tall Bamboos

A long red vine through the boards it weaves
The fence is not quite straight
Rain dripped from all the bright green leaves
Blue Tit sitting on the back gate

A butterfly struggles through the air
And lands right no my nose
With crossed eye’s I now stare
At the message it bestows

To a butterfly do I look like a plant?
From the moon I would look like an ant
It‘s hard to place myself in butterfly’s shoes
You think it would prefer nice tall bamboos

I shake my head and it flies away
The sun peeks out from behind a cloud
Let out a sigh what a wonderful day
You know I am feeling quite endowed

poem by David Darbyshire
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

Nimal

Two scions sprung among the fennels of the countryside
They bid their own welcome because fennels say little to scions
These scions were of a sturdy stock themselves
Though new compared to the old stiff necked forrest
They were wise beyond their years
The scions grew as the seasons passed
Some slender stalks bowed their heads and withered
Others rigidly weathered the storms of cloud and stream
One day in the spring the fennels of the highest stalk
Noticed a shadow of leaf and trunk across their tethers
The scions had grown rapdily as the days had passed
The scions were tall, evergreen and entwined
They would never bow their heads as the fennels
Or become uprooted by cold rivulets
They had grown intrepid and wise
Knowing that
Persistence is the mother of success
And passion is her handmaiden.

poem by George Murdock
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

In The East Side Of The Garden

in the east side of the
garden blue is the
butterfly that floats in the
air only for a day
and surrenders to the
last light of day

lament is lesser
within the community of
butterflies focusing

you are not alone
says the group of
worms
offering the
leaves of summer

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

She gives me butterflies

Her presence over whelms me
unique and pretty like a butterfly

Yet this butterfly
like a baby bird not ready to fly
taking caterpillar steps and crawling
as a pupa to a butterfly as if she
over protects her self as if shes not
ready to try and catch feelings

It's only often I catch
butterflies but she's one
of the prettiest I'm talking
point blank got it oeriod

She gives me butterflies
but when is she gonna be
the butterfly I groom
she says n way shes ready
but that may change that thought
if I keep it steady

But butterfly I'm ready
when you are come fly to me
or just simply say hi to me

For u give me
butterflies and I cant help
but stare sometimes

Never thought I
would the eye of ur butterflies
but life like a box of chocolate u
never know whats inside
might just be the one that gives
u butterflies

poem by Killa Cam
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

A Butterflies Beauty

Butterfly with beautiful wings,
Glides through the summer
breeze,
As the sun shines upon the wings,
Fluttering oh so silently,
Colors of the rainbow begin to
show brightly,
Like the beautiful colors of
the flowers,
Butterflies blend in so perfect,
Making nature look pretty,
Unique patterns on every wing
has its beautiful story,
Just like nature has its own
story,
Where beauty never ends,
Butterflies will always blend in
with almost anything,
Blending in with flowers, grass,
even trees tall and small,
Including a rest on a fawns little
nose,
It is only to say hi and thank you,
for letting me rest my wings,
Now I must be on my way to enjoy
the summer breeze,
Soon it will be winter and I will
have to leave,
No worries I will return when the grass
is green and trees grow their leaves,
When rivers flow with the sunshine warmth,
Animals tall and small roam again from
slumber,
Flowers blossom beautifully,
that is how you know I will return
again,
Fluttering upon the spring and summer
breeze,
All my family will also return to fill
nature with colorful beauty.

poem by Derek James
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

Butterflies For Breakfast? (Life Poem)

Butterflies before you sit the final exam,
Butterflies before you go for a job interview,
Butterflies before you ask her out on a date,
Butterflies before you kiss her for the first time,
Butterflies before you propose two will be one,
Butterflies before you meet her family,
Butterflies before you see her all in white,
Butterflies before you make that big speech,
Butterflies before you see that your baby is OK,
Butterflies before you get news from the doctor,
Butterflies before you lose your job again,
Butterflies before you face any little crisis,

But -

No butterflies for breakfast.

poem by Ian Beckett
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

Yellow Butterfly.

Gently flapping it's thin wings,
A butterfly lands upon my fingers,
And upon a soft breeze it leaves,
Yet it's delicate presence lingers.

Sunny yellow rimmed it's wings.
With dark daffodil yellow rings,
Pure coal black traced it's veins,
It's image - in my mind - remains.

Such a soft and delicate brush,
Of a butterflies wings, so plush,
The softest touch of it's tiny legs,
Lifted my spirits - well, the dregs.

That butterfly, that passed me by,
The messenger between land and sky,
Has stayed lodged in my mind,
I'll never meet another of it's kind,

A single butterfly, while I was alone,
Came to me and my world was thrown,
But I'll never forget that yellow butterfly,
That left me when I let out a soft sigh,

A soft sigh that came from me,
Swept my butterfly, set it free,
This is my butterfly that I'll remember,
My butterfly from last September.

poem by Rayne Goddard
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

A Flower To Auroville Mother-62

Cornflower(Bachelor's button, Centaurea cyanus)

Neither blue of the ocean
Nor the azure of the sky
Your blue what else then
One special from the sun

Sun himself must have borne
A decorum-remedy in and on
Astringent, tonic, diuretic
Celebratory, attractive corn

Grayish narrow leaves green
Wiry stems downy and adorn
Stalks long among the corn
Striking starry blooms blue

Brilliant blue significant
No weed and not be mistaken
Mistaken Maize not you corn
For yours is the heaven-bourn

poem by Indira Renganathan
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

And When Some Of The Butterflies Come And Flutter

and when some of the butterflies come fluttering
over my sweet scented jasmines in my garden

i look for the sunlight from the colossal sun
and the enlightenment from the great Pan
and ask what is there left for me to do
the right solution so i may not be also blue

shall i hide my nectar inside my sepal
or shall i open more the colors of my petal
or shall i choose but be one brittle metal?

a caterpillar, younger sister of the butterflies
intervenes upon a feast on one of my leaves says:

hey you, don't be a crab? open up, spread your petals,
go grab the fluttering wings, these are the lonely ones!

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

Butterfly

Little butterfly come back to me
Everything that I want written on your face
I want it, I want it
I want it, I want it
So take me where you want to
Its your love that I chase
I want it, I want it
I want it, I want it
Now you got something
I want it, I want it
So beautiful
I want it, I want it
And the way you move me baby
Its like no other girl
I want it, I want it
I want it, I want it
Butterfly that came and butterfly in june
So colour in my wings
And let me hold your hand
I could be the sun and you could be my moon
But all you ever say is catch me if you can
Feel like a butterfly
Searching in the summer sky
A perfect love so hard to find
Little butterfly come back to me
Honey you pushing a condition
But I dont mind
I want it, I want it
I want it, I want it
I think youre my addiction
But thats alright
I want it, I want it
Thats alright
I want it, I want it
Youve got to slow down
I cant keep up with you
I want it, I want it
No no no all the other butterflies
They dont love like we do
I want it, I want it
I want it, I want it
I feel like Im a butterfly in june
So colour in my wings and let me hold your hand
I could be the sun and you could be my moon
But all you ever say is catch me if you can
Feels like a butterfly
Searching in the summer sky
A perfect love so hard to find
Little butterfly come back to me
Little butterfly come back to me
Little butterfly come back to me
Little butterfly come back to me

song performed by by Jamiroquai
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!

Salome

Baby please
Baby please dont go
I got lies to feed
They want skin and seed
And dont make me crawl
Please
Baby dont bite your lip
Give you half what I got
If you untie the knot
Its a promise
Salome...salome
Shake it shake it shake it salome
Shake it shake it shake it salome
Salome...shake it shake it shake it salome
Baby please
Baby whats that tune
Well I heard it before
When I crawled from your door
And my blood turned blue
Please
Baby please slow down
Baby I feel sick
Dont make me stick to my promise
Salome...salome
Shake it shake it shake it salome
Shake it shake it shake it salome
Salome...shake it shake it shake it salome
Salome...shake it shake it shake it salome
Baby please
Baby dont say no
Wont you dance for me
Under the cherry tree
Wont you swing down low
Please
Baby please say yes
Baby dont go away
Youre spilling me
And your precious love
Salome...salome
Shake it shake it shake it salome
Shake it shake it shake it salome
Salome...shake it shake it shake it salome
Salome...shake it shake it shake it salome
Salome...shake it shake it shake it salome

song performed by by U2
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!

Dreams on the Hillside

Last night I slept beneath the starry skies
Cloudless, warm, with fireflies
A cool summer breeze brushed over me
And crickets chimed harmoniously
And while I lay on the dark hillside
My world lit up and reality died.

In a field of paper flowers did I stand
In a world with no evil, hate, or reprimand
I looked up and saw lavender clouds curling in the sky
And watched the dragons and fairies fly

Candy grew from every tree and
The sun and moon smiled down at me
Spotted butterflies flittered here and there
While fairies placed red flowers in my hair

And blue wind painted white leaves yellow
While looking up at me was a small and happy fellow
And the teal clouds rained down golden drops of morning dew
That glistened on the green fescue*.

Chocolate bunnies hopped by the brook
So I stopped to take a look
And there I met a humble honeybee
Who kindly offered some cookies and tea

The weeping willows began to sway and shift
Causing glitter to spray from every crack and rift
While rainbows filled the blooming skies
With honeycombs that lit up my bright blue eyes.

Unicorns galloped over a distant hillside
And sugary bullfrogs hummed and sighed
On velvety bubbles and candy apple trees
Nimble elves danced atop golden leaves-

But all at once I awoke to the chilly fall air
That nipped at my nose with very little care,
I could not find the flowers or the candy apple trees,
The dragons, the bullfrogs, or the yellow-blue leaves
There I lay on the dark hillside under the starry skies
And found that my dreams had all been lies.

*fescue: type of grass

poem by Ali Vaughan
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

The Little Garden

A little garden on a bleak hillside
Where deep the heavy, dazzling mountain snow
Lies far into the spring. The sun's pale glow
Is scarcely able to melt patches wide
About the single rose bush. All denied
Of nature's tender ministries. But no, --
For wonder-working faith has made it blow
With flowers many hued and starry-eyed.
Here sleeps the sun long, idle summer hours;
Here butterflies and bees fare far to rove
Amid the crumpled leaves of poppy flowers;
Here four o'clocks, to the passionate night above
Fling whiffs of perfume, like pale incense showers.
A little garden, loved with a great love!

poem by Amy Lowell
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

Among the leaves [ÃŽntre frunze]

The garden holds the secret of everlasting bliss
And every blade of grass its passion will fulfill;
It's May, and all the leaves now feel the love's sweet kiss
And its confusing thrill.

The gillyflower bends so charming its rosette,
Carnation in the sun is laughing like a queen,
The vine, on apple tree crawls lovingly and wet
Embracing its trunk green.

The Morning Glories, with the slender arms of theirs,
Climb on the cherry tree and reach the twigs above,
While cherries, near the leaves that are disposed in pairs,
Are blushing and make love.

A song is rising fast towards the sun that shines,
Spreading enormous love and hugs in the blue sky,
A gorgeous charming poem composed of burning lines
And full of secret sigh.

Hush: the entire garden is happy to merge thus
Its feeling with this music that readily receives,
And from its golden depth its sky is watching us
And laughs among the leaves.

poem by Alexandru Macedonski, translated by Octavian CocoÅŸ
Submitted by anonym
Vote! | Copy!

Feelin Down Farther

Tom johnston
Well, the sun is shinin
A new day is here
All the people smilin
And the sky is clear
Not an hour wasted will I share with you
Got to keep lovin, mama
No matter what I do
Ooh, ooh, ooh
I got to tell you
Feelin down farther
Feelin farther down
Feelin down farther, baby
Feelin farther down
Feelin down farther
Feelin farther down
Feelin down farther, baby
Feelin farther down
Jesus, hear me
When I sing out loud
The echoes of my gladness
Fall upon the crowd
I dont care for sadness
And I dont need fear
I hope they finally realize
That the feelin is near
Ooh, ooh, ooh
I got to tell you
Feelin down farther
Feelin farther down
Feelin down farther, baby
Feelin farther down
Feelin down farther
Feelin farther down
Feelin down farther, baby
Feelin farther down
Givin and receivin
Are all I know
Some of you will find it
And youll probbly let it show
Only one thing that I know to be true
Every day is different, mama
And so are you
Ooh, ooh, ooh
I got to tell you
Feelin down farther
Feelin farther down
Feelin down farther, baby
Feelin farther down
Feelin down farther
Feelin farther down
Feelin down farther, baby
Feelin farther down
Feelin down farther
Feelin farther down
Feelin down farther, baby
Feelin farther down
Feelin down farther
Feelin farther down
Feelin down farther, baby
Feelin farther down

song performed by by Doobie Brothers
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!

Blue Summer

blue summer
outside sun is shinning to it’s height
children playing water games
down the street dogs playing same
blue summer, alone the most i have been

afternoon sunsets are great
yellow, orange and blue
but none greater without you
blue summer. i wish you are here

blue summer night
a brisk of hot air from dusks leftovers
sitting by the window, nothing to do
but think of you, and no other just you

blue summer, here i lay
with cold iced tea
a toss to you, conversing imaginarily
take my hand make this cold
blue summer day away from me

blue summer, alone the most I have been

poem by Azmayu Azmayu
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

Blue Stranger

Hello blue stranger sittin' there all alone
With your glass of sorrow you seem so far from home
Maybe you will let me buy a round or two
I'm a blue stranger too
Hello blue stranger I haven't seen your around
But I know every reason for leavin' town
We might know each other before the night is through
I'm a blue stranger too
And strangers fall in love everyday
All lovers were strangers once
Just like us a little unsure of their ways
Well hello blue stranger will you take a chance
I might be mistaken but I see meaning in your glance
Maybe this could be the start of something new
I'm a blue stranger too
And strangers fall in love all the time
All lovers were strangers once
Just like us a little unsure of sharin' eyes
Hello blue stranger sittin' there all alone
With you glass of sorrow you seem so far away from home
Maybe you will let me buy you a round or two
I'm a blue stranger too
Hello blue stranger, Hello blue stranger
Hello blue stranger

song performed by by Keith Urban
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!

Beware of the Butterflies

Beware of the butterflies
for they may sting
They may appear beautiful
but have poison-tipped wings

Beware of the butterfly
sitting quietly on the deck
it may appear at peace
but hasn't found it's target yet

Beware of the butterflies
so tantalyzing and free
They seem to mean no harm
but their frivolity harms me

Beware of the butterfly
because beauty can be misleading
it can ensnare the senses
till all my senses vanish completely

Beware of the butterfly
before it's too late to hear my cry
for I was once a child
now I long to fly away to the sky
just like a beautiful butterfly

poem by Caroline Guedes
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!