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a seed that falls to the ground
from a dead, rotten fruit
cracks its covering and
sprouts

a tight bud soon
from a stalk opens up to become
a full blooming flower
with petals proud and
dignified

and so must you girl
be the seed and the bud
and be the full flower that you can be
in full automation

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Blooming Of Flower

sky is full of stars
river is full of water
desert is full of sand
flower is blooming
blooming flower is shining
at last the flower is going to die

poem by Fayisck Cmsu
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A Dream Of Evolution....

shall a seed be
a seed forever?

do you not dream
someday that it shall
be planted
so that it can sprout
and grow
and then finally see
its flower
and fruit?

must the flower and fruit
be just the same
like the rest of the histories of
the other seeds
of their own form and kind?

must i hope
for an evolution
a seed turning
into a bee
a bee into
a butterfly into wind
into star?

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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It Is The Details, Be Aware, And Then Be Creative

he could not believe you
when you enumerated all the parts of the flower

what he meant perhaps was only a petal
how it smells at six o'cock in the evening
when you are with him but you said, in all completer
scientific details as follows:

the flower is made of its:
1.Petals are used to attract insects into the flower,
they may have guidelines on them and be scented.
2.Stigma Is covered in a sticky substance that the pollen grains will adhere to.
3. The style raises the stigma away from the Ovary to decrease the likelihood of pollen contamination. It varies in length.
4.Ovary This protects the ovule and once fertilisation has taken place it will become the fruit.
5. The Ovule is like the egg in animals and once fertilisation has taken place will become the seed.
6.Receptacle This is the flower's attachment to the stalk and in some cases becomes part of the fruit after fertilisation e.g. strawberry.
7.Flower stalk Gives support to the flower and elevates the flower for the insects.
8.Nectary This is where a sugary solution called nectar is held to attract insects.
9.Sepal Sepals protect the flower whilst the flower is developing from a bud.
10.Filament This is the stalk of the Anther.
11.Anther The Anthers contain pollen sacs. The sacs release pollen on to the outside of the anthers that brush against insects on entering the flowers. The pollen once deposited on the insect is transferred to the stigma of another flower or the same flower. The ovule is then able to be fertilised.

he could have been sad. He wants the poetic sense of things
not the scientific, realistic approach
to something, like a flower,

the symbol of his love for you.
You busy yourself, without feelings.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Year Is Revived In New Blossoms

The year is revived in new blossoms
with a golden sun in the cobalt sky,
in my life only Your principles bloom;
bright flowers are preparing to carry fruit.
Days are hot, full of promises stretching forward
to a time of fruitfulness, of full maturity,
when suddenly nature works secretively,
when love in my life comes to expression;
the loveliness of flower upon flower is astounding.

When the loveliness of flower upon flower astounds,
there are birds everywhere singing of joy,
the year spins around from winter to summer
when Your blessings pierce the darkness,
life becomes more full of love and perfect
without any type of strange hindrance
when You create living things to Your image
when new life sprouts out after the pruning,
the year is revived in new blossoms.

poem by Gert Strydom
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Sonnet: On Youth

An unblossomed flower-like, I stay;
In youth, to spend each sleepless night till Dawn;
Opens my petals, heralding a day;
Perfuming air with dew-drops, I cry by morn.

How long I add on to the beauteous land?
Or will I turn a drooping flower soon?
Will I be plucked off by an unknown band?
Or stay to form the fruit with seed by Moon?

Or will I be a fallen flower young?
Or will my lover bee visit my home?
Or will the scorching sun, make me unsung?
Or will I be prey to some ghastly worm?

Each youth is like the unblossomed flower;
If blessed by God, It will be in His bower.

poem by John Celes
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Second of Evil

Second of Evil

Battle bee, you are second of evil
Why so much whispering with flower?
Flower comes of flower
Seed comes of fruit
Are all these your deeds?
Affection of soil installs life at road towards Tamarisk tree.
Love of season causes the fair of flower.
If sun does not rises tomorrow
Then what will be done of battle bee?
Battle bee what you whisper with flower?
Only god knows which came first the tree or the seed.

poem by Bongokobida Zakaria
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A Stand of Flowers

Sun of Flower
Flower of Sun
Following the daily rotation
leaves at attention
in full light
faces beaming
each bud opening
in full flower
at full delight

poem by Sojourner Kincaid Rolle
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A Dead Leaf

between these two shores
i float like a dead leaf
am not dead either..
if i was i will not feel the pain

budded flowered and became a fruit
on one shore
eaten and as a bare stray seed laid
at the other shore

as a seed i did germinate
the mother root grew into a tree
an off spring flower and fruit came by
all along as a seed i thought i was the tree itself

I NEVER THOUGHT I WILL LOOSE
MY IDENTITY AS A SEED
CAN A TREE SHOW ITS SEED
EVEN IF IT WANTS TO

ALL ALONG...

I thought i was the tree itself
may be i was a part of each part
the stem to hold, the leaf to nourish
till fate wind blew me down as a dead leaf

today as a dead leaf i float
wanting a living from one shore
wanting relationship from the other
as a dead leaf i float..am not dead with pain

ALL ALONG....
I DID THINK I WAS THE TREE ITSELF
BEING JUST A SEED

poem by Samanyan Lakshminarayanan
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The Flower of Death

The life is all we have; the death is all we need
It sets in our souls as an unfertilized seed
We know it will root soon, and take over our mind
And its stalk will sprout and wind

Death will take blossom, and it shall never fade it shall stay bright
And oh it shall be a beautiful sight, as it holds its petals into the night
And the leaves shall spread as green as green can be
And if you look close you will see

It's roots shall grow deep in the pot of eternity, in the dirt of the mind
The flower shall shine, so magnificent so kind
It's pollen will fly, will sour
And wait at the front of someone's door

The sun of the next world shall shine and nurture, the rain shall fall
Thanks to that the vines shall grow, and overcome the wall
The minerals of the soul will strengthen the warmth shall grow
This process shall grow, like snow falls, fast at first then slow

For the life is all we have; the death is all we need
It sets in our souls as an unfertilized seed
We know it will root soon, and take over our minds
And its stalk will sprout and wind

For now the flower shall bloom
The darkness shall leave, take the gloom
It shall leave us and we shall follow in the light of what's to be
Only then, we shall see

The flower of forever
As it takes root, you use it as a lever
Lifting you to the flower
And now you shall not cower

For you know this will spread and the flower shall grow shall thrive
And then you will know you are truly alive
As it takes root in your soul, and it shall becomes the power
For this is the blossom, this is the flower

The life is all our have; the death is all we need
It sets in our souls as an unfertilized seed
We know it will root soon, and take over our mind
And its stalk will sprout and wind

Bethany Hill
(This poem is not supposed to make you contemplate death, and I would not like to have people think that it is. It is just meant to show you that you should not fear death yet you should not reach for it but to take it when it is meant to come. Thank you)

poem by Bethany Maxwell
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A seed of love

I stand here with a dying
flower in my hand
It's our love
It's petals lie at my feet
along with the pieces of my heart
All twisted and black
But deep in the dark corner
of your heart
Theres a seed
a seed of love
Being kept from the light
I know cause i planted it there
And when your mind feels free
to let the light in and let it grow
It will overcome you and burst into flower
I will be there to hold that flower
And we together will nurture
that flower
And from it make a garden of love
to live in forever

poem by Paul Larmour
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Blooming Pleasures

Blooming Pleasures
By Lori Triggs
Copyrighted 2006

My flower was grown with buds
Waiting to bloom by a man.

My flower was deflowered with
Blooms opened fertilized its seed.

My flower was defiled by
My ex love for he forgot to
Love, compassion with attention.

My flower was debloomed and
Felt wilted with no buds.

My flower was grown with
New buds by a new man, who cares,
Gives love, compassion with attention.

My flower was deflowered again
By the new man the first day we met.

My flower sowed its seed
3 times at the Hyatt March 10th,
After being out of the Robert Wood Johnson
Hospital emergency room for Cardiology.

I say my heart works fine,
But I might need a hip or joint replacement.

poem by Lori Triggs
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Summer

The year rejoice with grass
that sprouts out bright green everywhere
and leaves covering
plants and trees.

Life blooms in fruit
that dazzles red, yellow and green on branches
and insects fly swept away,
while the birds sing joyful songs
and the bright white hot sun
hangs high up in the sky.

Lord, give that the fruit coming out of my words
and deeds are not out of conceit
and centred around the I and self, but also stand as a sign
of Your infusion and flower full-blown and great.

poem by Gert Strydom
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Scheme

the seed sprouts
and tells the true story about
its being embedded
beneath
the coat of its being

beneath the fertile ground
promises of leaves
and roots

the sun is too harsh
to face
the moon too cold

survival is the aim
of every
red ant

the tree is big
and tall and the clouds
are friends

one day
it learns the song of the grasshopper
after which
the conversations become as nice
as buds

there are truths to hide
words to decorate
sweet
white lies

the story begins with
a whim
caprice its complication

there ought to be a nice ending
a freeing

it is all about the full blooming
of a red rose

i have all the petals inside my hands
to complete the
story

you love it
do not tell me.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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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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White Flower

White Flower
By: Adam M. Snow

Let bloom my lil white flower;
for you, my love will shower.
You're still but a seed;
I can see you're full of creed
You are also young;
there's nothing left unsung.
You are my lil white flower;
you shine this very hour.

You are gentle to the touch;
you mean so much.
You're the reason why;
I refuse to die.
You are my lil white flower;
for you, my love will shower.

poem by Adam M. Snow
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Gust Cotton Seed Wind Snows

dandelion remain herald mystic envoys
empire expand into new territories
honour all seed dispersed ruderals
who restore beauty to poor wastes
where once was barren life emerges
ruderals rapidly colonize wastelands
dandelion colour paint disturbed soils
yellow orange canopy veils delights

poet in appreciation walk restored fields
dandelion bright yellow bewitches souls
set off hues contrast in rich green grass
delights hearts soft walking grass blades
delights hearts walking nature's hue skins
surfaces stretch into infinite possibilities

even after flowering is finished smiles
dandelion flower head multiple rebirths
for entombed day or two flower head dries
is this husk death as fall off petals stamens?
miracles move bracts reflex curve backwards
into full sphere tiny parachute ball opens
expand lift ready seed-bearing parachutes
feathered leaves now cotton seed wind snows

poem by Terence George Craddock
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Love's Like A Flower

Love like a flower has to blossom
and grow! With tender loving care,
it could happen, you know. For love
like a flower, must have a seed to
start, like the seed you implanted,
within my heart! Love like the flower,
needs it's time and it's space, to
enfold and behold, all it's beauty
and grace. But unlike the flower,
as the time passes by, my love,
will never, wither nor die!

poem by Audrey Heller
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Experiment. "Thou hast a lap full of seed..."

Thou hast a lap full of seed
And this is a fine country
Why dost thou not cast thy seed
And live in it merrily

Shall I cast it on the sand
And turn it into fruitful land
For on no other ground
Can I sow my seed
Without tearing up
Some stinking weed

poem by William Blake from Songs and Ballads (1793)
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Confusing Flower

When your flower is blooming red
Under the sunshine,
You leave me here to bleed.
When your flower is dying and rotten,
I'm the one you are missing and
Never forgotten.
Let this flower bloom,
So i can move on.
Let this flower die,
So i can smile,
Cause it leaves me confused
And made me cry.

poem by Jann Aquarius
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One Moment in Time

A single orange daisy.
Blooming from the sidewalk crack.
In the early morning.
Dew dripping off its delicate petals.
The sun is rising.
The flower struggles to survive.
Rising up from the concert it blossoms with new hope.
I’m going to live.

A small girl.
Pink dress and shiny black shoes.
She sees the flower.
The flower.
Wet petals, bursting with new light and hope.
She waddles over.
And picks it.
The flower.
It’s life.
Gone.
In just one moment in time.

-Madelyn

poem by Madelyn Burnham
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