Let Not Your Doubts Be The Mists
In our distance
In my heart
This love
Shall bloom
Like a flower
Please,
Do not let
Your doubts
Be the mists
To hide
This view
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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In our distance
In my heart
This love
Shall bloom
Like a flower
Please,
Do not let
Your doubts
Be the mists
To hide
This view
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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April Flower
Bloom for me,
My April flower.
Show your beauty,
I'll take a gander.
The wind scatters your scent
Giving me the feeling of heaven.
You're the perfection i've dreamt,
The one that i've chosen.
Bloom for me,
My April Flower,
And let me see,
Your petals that matches no other.
I know you're not mine
And you did not grew for me
I can only see you again this time
Unable to resist fate's cruelty.
Bloom for me,
My April Flower,
Though we're not destined to be,
Stay in my heart and take shelter.
In my heart, you will not wilt,
You will eternally bloom..
Even if i am burdened by this guilt,
and love is my certained doom.
Bloom for me for the last time,
At least i can call this moment mine
Ignore my reasons that doesn't rhyme,
Show me your beauty that i can't define.
Bloom..for all eternity..April Flower.
poem by John Paul Ang
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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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The Violet
DOWN in a green and shady bed,
A modest violet grew;
Its stalk was bent, it hung its head
As if to hide from view.
And yet it was a lovely flower,
Its colour bright and fair;
It might have graced a rosy bower,
Instead of hiding there.
Yet thus it was content to bloom,
In modest tints arrayed;
And there diffused a sweet perfume,
Within the silent shade.
Then let me to the valley go
This pretty flower to see;
That I may also learn to grow
In sweet humility.
poem by Ann Taylor
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To My Daughter
in your eyes
i see my face
and i remember the
flower of my
youth
now the petals
are gone
but then
i see myself bloom
again
in your garden
how i wish to
bury all my unfinished dreams
in the sockets of your eyes
how i dream
to be inside you forever
but no
as you blink today
i see in your heart another face
the one that you love
the one that makes
your heart full
that emptiness now
that i can no longer fill
you bloom
as a flower yourself
then someone
shall pick you
and i shall be this stem
without leaves
surrendering
to the sun
poem by Antonio Liao
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The Violet
Down in a green and shady bed,
A modest violet grew;
Its stalk was bent, it hung its head
As if to hide from view.
And yet it was a lovely flower,
Its colour bright and fair;
It might have graced a rosy bower,
Instead of hiding there.
Yet thus it was content to bloom,
In modest tints arrayed;
And there diffused a sweet perfume,
Within the silent shade.
Then let me to the valley go
This pretty flower to see;
That I may also learn to grow
In sweet humility.
poem by Jane Taylor
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Heart Is A Vase
A heart is a vase
Love is a flower we put in the vase
Passion is the water for the flower
But romance, respect, trust, and commitment
Is the sunshine that makes the flower bloom
(2011)
poem by Michael Ernst
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Floridian
The cactus and the aloe bloom
Beneath the window of your room;
Your window where, at evenfall,
Beneath the twilight's first pale star,
You linger, tall and spiritual,
And hearken my guitar.
It is the hour
When every flower
Is wooed by moth or bee
Would, would you were the flower, dear,
And I the moth to draw you near,
To draw you near to me,
My dear,
To draw you near to me.
II.
The jasmine and bignonia spill
Their balm around your windowsill;
The sill where, when magnolia-white,
In foliage mists, the moon hangs far,
You lean with bright deep eyes of night
And hearken my guitar.
It is the hour
When from each flower
The wind woos fragrances
Would, would you were the flower, love,
And I the wind to breathe above,
To breathe above and kiss,
My love,
To breathe above and kiss.
poem by Madison Julius Cawein
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A Beautiful Flower Blooming
A withered flower blooming again
breeze shook the flower
the sun is shining on flower
rain water to wash the dust-filled flower
abort storm petals
storm that renders the flower petals
polling beetle sucking painful
flower that bloom so bright today
beauty exudes an aura of coolness of the beholder
spread the fragrance that invites a bee to touch
although many other flowers around it
bees sucking the flower first
choose to suck and touch the flower
lately the flower
always bloom radiate beauty
a bee was not able to get away from the flower
a bee sucking the beautiful bloomington
always produce the honey taste good
really beautiful relationship between the flower and bee
both are very compatible and complement each other
poem by meti Rahmawati
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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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Distances
distance. space.silence.
what is the distance between
your nose to my eyes?
it is the kiss that seals it.
what is the distance between
our silence for days?
it is the distance of longing.
what is the distance between
these miles and miles of separation?
it is this knowing a little bit of ourselves
that sews the torn pieces of cloth
i keep a little distance
between my heart and my head.
i keep this distance between
you and myself, you know why?
i want to see you more.
The farther you are, the more
i can see you the more you
can see me.
IT is the farthest star
that we long much.
IT is the love that is gone
that we want to recover.
IT is the broken heart that we
want to mend.
It is this certain distance
that makes us more human.
This longing. This pain.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Dew In You....
always give a space
for doubt,
spare some people
through a hole
where light still gets in
and illuminate
who knows?
it is someone else
and not you.
you are lovable as
a flower of the early morn
in full bloom
and laden with dew
by the window
no one, not even their doubts
can take it away from you.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Advice....
always give a space
for doubt,
spare some people
through a hole
where light still gets in
and illuminate
who knows?
it is someone else
and not you.
you are lovable as
a flower of the early morn
in full bloom
and laden with dew
by the window
no one, not even their doubts
can take it away from you.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Delicate Flower
once you tear a flower up,
they can never come back.
leave the precious flower alone,
let it bloom into a beautiful art.
there are so many different flower,
red one, blue one, pink ones.
there are even multicolors,
look around your garden.
notice that you're not alone,
the whole world is around you.
dont pretend to be something you're not,
because you only have one chance.
a delicate flower needs love,
in order to live with the world.
most of all, you need someone,
so help a delicate flower.
you'll never regret it,
they need to be cared for.
just like you,
you're not alone.
poem by Heather Cropper
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Nobody likes
Nobody likes
A plant
Without flower buds
A flower bud that does not
Bloom in to a flower
A flower
That is not beautiful
Nobody remembers
A flower
That does not have
An aromatic smell
A person
Who does not have a
Charming behavior
Whose deeds do not?
Spread
Aroma in the world
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poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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Wild flower
she's a girl, only a girl
a girl, who have a frigile heart
but possessed a strong spirit
a girl who have faith
she's only a girl who defies her wisdom
a girl who stand for principles
a girl who belives in justice
a girl who fight for her rights
the beauty inside of her
the purity of her heart
looking for her soul to find happiness
she's a girl who always wearing a smile
a happy and contented person
a girl who wish to have simple life
a girl who have a dream
a dream for peace and love
she's a girl, like a flower in the wilderness
a wild flower always stand after the storm
a wild flower bloom after the rain
even she's in vain
and let her beauty show to the world
she's a wild flower
the wild flower in my heart alone
-vanessa-
poem by Vanessa Cabrera
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The Flower’s Name
(after Robert Browing)
I
Through this garden her steps swept
before she opened the gate,
where roses with dew wept
and not a moment longer she could wait,
while there was something gracious in her walk
before she stopped a moment at the letterbox,
in the distance children’s voices she heard talk
while her arm brushed against the snow-white phlox.
II
Her feet carried her in ready steps as she passed by,
saw red carnations in a row
and her eyes sparkled bluer than the sky
while she felt a gentle breeze blow
everywhere flowers and buds did God praise
in their beauty almost casting a spell
while they were blooming for days
with more loveliness and vibrant colours than anyone can tell.
III
She found a flower much more lovely
than any other one she had ever seen
while bees were circling it lively
and to smell it she was keen
but did not know the flower’s name
while it was something precious that she did found,
the flower was blushing as if it were aflame
where it was growing in bloom upon bloom from the ground.
[Reference: “Garden Fancies: I: The flower’s name” by Robert Browing.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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Here In My Heart
Sometimes there's a time you must say goodbye
Though it hurts you must learn to try
I know I've got to let you go
But I know anywhere you go
You'll never be far
'Coz like the light of a bright star
You'll keep shining in my life
You're gonna be right
Here in my heart
That's where you'll be
You'll be with me
Here in my heart
No distance can keep us apart
Long as you're here in my heart
Won't be any tears falling from these eyes
'Coz when love's true love never dies
It says alive forever
Time can't take away what we have
I will remember our time together
You might think our time is through
But I'll still have you
Here in my heart
That's where you'll be
You'll be with me
Here in my heart
No distance can keep us apart
Long as you're here in my heart
I know you'll be back again
But until then
My love is waiting
Here in my heart
That's where you'll be
You'll be with me
Here in my heart
No distance can keep us apart
Long as you're here in my heart
song performed by by Scorpions
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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The Identity
Every flower that's ever lived
has had its bloom, then died.
The beauty was while blooming.
It's how it's identified.
Every love that's come about
has bloomed and never dies.
The beauty in this is the knowing
that it lasts after the goodbyes.
For love is stronger than 'death do us part.'
It stays with the one left behind.
And for the one that leaves and goes their way
You still are in their mind.
Only the body withers away.
It lived and than it died.
But like the flower that had its bloom,
Love is how it's identified.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Is Love
Love is like the bloom of a flower
Opening up after a spring shower
Showing the world of its beauty known
And also knowing it's sad to be alone.
Love is like the sky above
Where the stars are hung and flies the dove
The masterpiece created by GOD for us
To show to us all in this world there is love.
Love is like the ocean deep and blue
Always present and always true
As deep as the oceans or the seas might be
There is the wanting for all to believe.
Love is like the wind that has blown
We feel it upon us, but it's never shown
We hear it we sense it we know it's there
It is love, so with another we try to share.
Love is like a flower's bloom
Opening never to late or ever to soon
But opening up in the midst of love and spring
And hoping one day that it will bring forth a ring.
poem by Randy McClave
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