to a budding writer somewhere in Cebu
it was not him who placed the
beautiful flower on your head
and so when it wilts it is never
his concern, or hers,
she lives alone in her own
circle, she tries to get some
flowers, but they are all
already reserved for you,
and so when they make you
stand before them and they
begin to ask what makes you
think that you are a goddess
for your little poetries,
their eyes are flaming with
madness. Do not mind them
when they tell you that your
flowers are nothing but
the rotten petals of the
lesser breed or variety.
It is your heart that must be followed.
It is the mandate of the
higher goddess that must
be obeyed through and through.
So take good care of the flowers that are
still growing in your head,
the vines from your fingers
the buds that are still tight-lipped
wanting to bloom for you.
do not let the flames of envy
stop the flow of springs from
your very eyes.They see
very well the beauty that
has arrived, and the courier
says, it is now all for you.
Not for him or her. Not
even for me. I am just
anyhow carefully watching.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Carlo, Do Not Grieve
do not grieve
over a woman
she is just a flower
and like a flower
it will not take
a longer time
she wilts and then
you will be free?
shall you be free
when that flower wilts?
can't you be at least
a busy bee?
she is not the only flower
in this garden
there are so many more
don't grieve my friend
be a man
man is reason.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Be You Too Full
Goodbye to our lives lived in disguise.
And goodbye to all deceit.
We might have known those masquerades,
But above that now we reach!
It's a new tomorrow that we've got.
It's so new in many ways.
Yesterdays are gone...
And none of them with us stay.
It's a new beginning that we'll start.
All mistakes we've made erased.
True wishes for our happiness,
Are raised,
To praise...
Like a flower grows,
ooo-ooo-ooo
Beautiful-beautiful...
Be-y ou-too-full,
Like a flower grows.
Goodbye to our lives lived in disguise.
And goodbye to all deceit.
We might have known those masquerades,
But above that now we reach!
Like,
A flower grows,
ooo-ooo-ooo
Beautiful-beautiful...
Be-y ou-too-full,
Like a flower grows.
Ooo-ooo-ooo
Beautiful-beautiful. ..
Be-you-too-full,
Like a flower grows.
Ooo-ooo-ooo
Beautiful-beautiful. ..
Be-You-Too-Full,
Like a flower grows.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Live Before Dying
Every sunrise sets
After a gorgeous day.
Each flower wilts
After its beautiful display.
All animals enjoy their existence
During a very short stay.
Sadly man has yet to understand
What all these others say.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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The Lover Sings Of A Garden
Oh, beautiful are the flowers of your garden,
The flowers of your garden are fair:
Blue flowers of your eyes
And dusk flower of your hair;
Dew flower of your mouth
And peony-budded breasts,
And the flower of the curve of your hand
Where my hand rests.
poem by Helen Hoyt
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Flowers, Beautiful Flowers
Life is that precious and divine,
Souls journey as per schedule,
Visit places and people,
smile and laugh,
Weep and cry together,
Come alone and go alone,
Nothing brought, nothing taken!
Just it is like flower,
Blossom and spread its fragrance,
Put a signature on several hearts,
Gone flower, never come,
Memory of its beauty,
Aura remains all the time everywhere
In hearts of those who had seen it!
People too are like flowers,
That flowers in the garden of divine,
Some are beautiful,
Some by their wisdom and knowledge,
Some with deeds and virtues,
Flowers, beautiful flowers of God's Garden!
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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All that's good and beautiful
All that's good and beautiful
~
All that's good and beautiful
in my heart resides her name
a flower in the garden of my soul
eternally in bloom, forever beautiful
the seeds of such a love as this
should serve to sow in the world
a happiness all should share
and tend with the gentlest hand
to feed and nurture it through
the harshest winters to come
and the dry endless summer
that it never wilts nor dies
a work of love persists to remind
the legacy that shall remain
is one for all to see and know
all that's good and beautiful
in my heart resides her name
poem by Matthew Holloway
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The Weed
There was an old woman
that planted a garden.
And in the garden
there grew a weed.
The weed grew next to
a beautiful flower.
The flower had grown
from a tiny seed.
The weed was strong
and would not bend.
The wind did blow
and it did send
the seeds from the flower
into the air.
They circled around
and landed where
the weed was growing
next to the flower.
Soon the weed was
surrounded by flowers.
It loved where it was
and looked by the hours
at all of the beautiful
colorful flowers.
The old woman who planted
the garden one day
decided that she would
make a bouquet.
She went to the garden
to cut the flowers.
But when she got there
down came the showers.
The raindrops that fell
made the weed shine
which made the old woman
change her mind.
She left them alone
in her garden and knew
that the weed belonged
with the flowers that grew.
She'd planted the flowers.
God planted the weed.
The garden was perfect.
No bouquet did she need.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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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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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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Circles Round The Moon
Tonight I drew a circle round the moon
This night I drew a circle round the moon
Through a glazed up frosty window
I drew a circle round the moon
Tonight I stood on the end of a pier
And the moon flooded the bay
And as it caught the rolling tide
I swear the waves stopped dead
Tonight I ran through dark streets
And cut the heads off all the flowers
And replaced them with something beautiful
That could never ever die
Tonight I lay by my open window
And listened to the rain
Gently lapping the ground outside
And smiling, I lay still
Tonight on the end of that pier
I longed for someone to hold
To share this beautiful sight with
And see the circles round the moon
Tonight the moon told me something
The moon it told me to live
It told me to live, not merely exist
So I could decapitate the flowers
But I didn’t take any notice
And killed myself instead
And if you look up at the sky tonight
There’ll be a circle round the moon
poem by Perfect Fool
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Flower Show
Flower show
Flowers
Smile
Clour to
Clours...
Hunted for
Heart..
For flower smooth..
Flowers are
Beauty....
Some flowers
Are ugly...
I dont want
This matter...
Flowers are
Only Sumilee'S
That is flowers....
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Sun flower
In the bright sunny day
My eye’s make a flower their pray
A flower that has indeed crossed
The boundaries of the lost beauty in flowers
A flower which has a very pleasant
View and answer you’re eyes like
Looking at a creasant in the dark sky
This flowers behavior is utmost
Majestic and generous and it
Has the most delightful look
Like looking at a sunset hill
This flower is known as The sun flower
poem by Afrasiab khan
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The circle must suits you.
A head is a head, no doubt,
Be it a cat’s or a rat’s.
A circle is a circle,
Be it tiny or giant.
Chose a circle of people
Where you are of value.
05.07.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Why Must We Pick The Flowers?
Why is it
when we see a beautiful flower
our first instinct
is to pick it?
We just want to yank it up
and take it with us
with no regard for the flower.
No guilt in the fact
that it will die within a day or so now.
Wouldn't it be nice
if when we see a flower
we just look and admire
the shape of it's curves
the scent of it's body
the sheer ability to survive
in a world like this?
Yet, rarely do we see one
without thinking of plucking it right up
and keeping it for our very own
with little or no thoughts of
how much joy and beauty
this flower could bring to others.
Is this the selfishness of humans
or do we just think that little
of flowers?
Fragrant Flower Vavroovahana patra
Virgins love flowers;
Garlands of flowers adorn with pleasure.
Garlands of flowers on curly crisp wavy long hair allure lover;
Lover enjoys peerless beauty with pleasure.
Wife looks beautiful adorned with garlands of flower;
Entices husband with profound pleasure.
Women adorned with garlands of jasmines cure men gaily;
Beholding the beauty men derive peace gleefully.
Flower is a gift of Almighty;
Beholding the beauty all enchant with gaiety.
Flowers in dense green forests are most beautiful;
Poet enjoys the beauty, mind is delightful.
poem by Vavroovahana Patra
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Be Mine My Love
roses are red
violets are blue
flowers so beautiful
they remind me of you
so beautiful to behold
so soft and sensual
a flower of such beauty
that makes me short of breath
a wild flower you are thats for sure
untamed and full of life
lighting up my life
if i propose will you become my wife
for my love for you is like a vice
one i find i gladly need in my life
you my flower you my love
take my hand as you have my heart
make me the happiest man alive
on this world of ours.
poem by Graham Russell
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In This Garden
In this garden
In this beautiful garden
The flowers and the grass
The stones and the water
The sculptures and all art
Sing a song
A song of beauty
A song of harmony
A song of hope
The wind whistles gently
Is it to the east?
Or is it to the west?
I don’t know and I don’t need to know
All is so beautiful
Hush…
Hush humanity
Hush…
I can feel the scent on y nostrils
The scent of the flowers
The sound of the water nearby welcoming
Peace
In this garden
In this beautiful garden
With beautiful flowers
Where art lives
Hush
Play the music
Let the flowers live the music
Let the drums be heard
Let the music come to life
Play the music
Let it be heard here today
In this garden
In this beautiful garden
With very beautiful flowers
Where art comes to life
poem by Jack Shaka
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Sad Flower
I was walking through a flower garden
and this beautiful flower laid over looking so sad.
It drew me closer i just had to know why?
As bent over and put the flower in my hand
my eyes got rushed with this intense light!
Then i could see with pure delight
what made the flower so sad.
A lady name rush was there before me
and held the flower in her hand
and give a kiss and told the flower i love
you.
Then she was gone
with a mighty rush of wind
for the beautiful flower has been dethrone
poem by Randy Hogan
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The Flowers of Thy Being
Being the human beings
Undiscerning is our Art
The thoughts are merely feeble
The Actions, unwise
Me Lord! Me Lord!
Helpless we are, careless as well
The Moment, Thy Person reflects Thy Art
Visible is evrything, discerning we are!
What is Thorn? What is Flower?
Demarkation is accessible
Numerous Thorns we come across
Thorns!
Maybe are the Idols!
Yeah, they are!
Our 'self' leads us to Idols
Thy 'Self' takes us towards Flowers:
The Flower of Thy Word!
The Flower of Thy Path!
The Flower of Thy Guidance!
The Flower is nothing else but Thy Being
O' Lord save us from Idols!
Protect us from Thorns I mean
Shower upon us just Thy Flowers
The Flowers of Thy Being
The Flowers of Thy Being
poem by Azhar Hameed
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Beautiul Of Love
Beautiul of love
beautiful of love.
beautiful of love.
beautiful of face,
when beauty with love,
beautiful of flower
when we love anyone;
beautiful is dreams in your sleep.
beautiful is in flowers...!
poem by Mohammed Yaseer
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