Distances demand attraction
Petals with their shapes and hues
Are of no use for the bees
Who stumbled over the petals.
So are women closeted with men.
12.11.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Fire unclothed
Hues, curves, shapes and odours
Have no role to play for
The woman already under your
Arms, generating fire,
Like petals of a flower
For the bees who fell on a flower.
25.05.2004
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Rose Petals
Rose petals are so soft to touch,
rose petalsfragrance is so divine to smell,
rose petals are like lovely lips which smile,
rose petals are given to lady love,
rose petals are spread on bed of newly bride,
rose petals are life of butterflies,
rose petals are used for beauty baths,
rpse petals are offered on the lotus feet of god,
rose petals are placed on grave of dear ones,
rose petals are offered in river ganga for departed soul,
rose petals are showered on newly weds,
rose petals are decorated on festive days,
roses are given as a promise for everlasting love.
poem by renu Vig sharma sharma
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Marriage does havoc.
Petals attract bees
Their works are over
Once bees have landed on them.
Honey is sucked and
The stigma, crushed.
No clinging thereafter
Between petals and bees.
Every woman has
What is enough to attract.
No woman is to have
What is enough to retain
A man for long thereafter.
Marriage does a havoc.
16.03.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Petals
Shes the angel on top of the tree
Sugarheart, here she comes
Shes going to fall on me
Innocence was our fire
We told the truth
I miss the sweet boys
In the summer of their youth
Tear the petals off of you
Make you tell the truth
Tear the petals off of you
Tear the petals off of you
Make you tell the truth
Tear the petals off of you
They will make you so
So cynical
The fire burns, the flesh destorys
The past that made us old
Shes the grace of this world
Shes too pure
For the likes of this world
This world is a whore
Tear the petals off of you
Make you tell the truth
Tear the petals off of you
Tear the petals off of you
Make you tell the truth
Tear the petals off of you
I wait till mine and
Hey, its all mine
Hey, its all mine
Never knew what I could be
All the darling buds of may
They fall with no sound
They carry you down
They carry you down
Ooooooooo, ooooooh
Ooooooooo
All the lillies bloomed and blossomed
Wilted and theyre shivering
I cant stop their withering,
Oh, this world is a war
Tear the petals off of you
Make you tell the truth
Tear the petals off of you
Tear the petals off of you
Make you tell the truth
Tear the petals off of you
Tear the petals off of you
Make you tell the truth
Tear the petals off of you
Tear the petals off of you
Make you tell the truth
Tear the petals off of you
Tear the petals off of you
Make you tell the truth
Tear the petals off of you
Tear the petals off of you
Make you tell the truth
Tear the petals off of you
song performed by by Hole
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Cherry Blossoms Adrift
Pink petals passing
Scents above so high
Painted porcelain perfection
Blossoms caress the sky
Swaying silent shroud
Suitors strolling by
Pink petals passing
Lover's gentle sigh
Pastel hues falling
Slow fluttering grace
Pink petals passing
Lining streams in lace
Pink petals passing
Smoothest transit by
Soft essence floating
In most subtle lullaby
Inducing springtime slumber
Upon a satin shore
Sailing with the current
Pink petals pass before
(1999)
poem by Mary Fumento
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This Flower
This Flower
This flower with petals so soft to touch
Cradles nature's portal
Where waves rise
and sweet ambrosia falls
This flower with petals so delicate and refined
Lay at the entryway of an open vessel
Waiting with a velvet whisper
to be filled with the seeds of nature's life
This flower with petals so tame and silent
Begs the onlooker to experience it's hiddenness
And after one look, one taste
She has caught her prize
1 April 2008
07. Love, what is Love?
love, oh what is love?
flowers in so many shapes and hues
giving sweetness to butterflies and bees
in so many shapes and hues
in the field, a buzz, a joy, these insects
help create another world
another paradise, warm colourful flower garden
for lovers of the world
help spread cheers everywhere
with the sweetness the flowers
where the flowers are, the butterflies, the bees are
where there is love, joy spreads
wide as the field
just look at the butterflies and the bees
how they cheer up the field with their songs and dance
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Villanelle Of Marguerite's
'A little, _passionately, not at all?_'
She casts the snowy petals on the air:
And what care we how many petals fall!
Nay, wherefore seek the seasons to forestall?
It is but playing, and she will not care,
A little, passionately, not at all!
She would not answer us if we should call
Across the years: her visions are too fair;
And what care we how many petals fall!
She knows us not, nor recks if she enthrall
With voice and eyes and fashion of her hair,
A little, passionately, not at all!
Knee-deep she goes in meadow grasses tall,
Kissed by the daisies that her fingers tear:
And what care we how many petals fall!
We pass and go: but she shall not recall
What men we were, nor all she made us bear:
'_A little, passionately, not at all!_'
And what care we how many petals fall!
poem by Ernest Christopher Dowson
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Revisits
Flowers attract bees by petals
Women attract men by figures.
The union is one time affair.
Revisit made is not a thrill.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Path Of Poetry Petals
My petals are already drying out,
They’re not white anymore,
But a shade of gray!
I am walking on a path of poetry petals,
Why is my poetry tainted with
Innocent blood,
Dripping on my path?
The wind stirs up those petals,
And they run, they fly,
But then they fall again...
I am walking on a path of poetry petals,
Why is my poetry tainted with
Your kisses,
Caressing each petal of mine?
Rain starts, all the poetry
Is washed off those petals,
Massacre of raindrops!
I am walking on a dirty path of solitude,
Of ignorance, of profane light...
Eternity was washed away,
Beauty was damaged...
Poetry is always doomed,
Even if I’d write with my own blood,
On steel petals,
The raindrops would still wash
My poetry away,
It has no strength within,
No eternity within!
©Elya Thorn. Do not republish without permission!
poem by Elya Thorn
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The Gray Shades of White
i have seen those white petals
at the hotel in that big city where we are billeted
as important guests
at the lobby we stop but you were looking
excitedly for the
room with a queen size bed
your mind revolves upon
the anticipations of fun
mine is settling on those white petals
for hours as i was waiting for no one
i am not crazy
i do not wish to be one
on those white petals i was waiting
for gray....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Flaw
I remembered last night.
I told the child
that that was not blood
on our friend's body,
only red flower petals
all wet from the rains,
and to be quiet,
or we would wake him up
and ruin the special dreams
that come from sleeping
under red flower petals.
There is a flaw in the face of man
called war
that begs the question:
does the memory of the dead
hold up the living?
Perhaps sleeping
under red flower petals
will cause me to forget about it.
poem by Rebekah Gamble
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This 'Rose' Will Be Ever Beautiful!
'Rose' will be ever beautiful,
Until you prick her petals,
For the lust of your eyes,
Dont spray the aerosol of lust
Over my tender petals
Of your ever staring eyes
Enjoy my undeniable beauty,
At a far away distance from me
I'll be always gazing at you
If you keep a distance from me
Never try to touch my tenderness
I'm scared of buzz of bees like you
Never will I be giving you the honey
All that will be for ''my honey''
Soon he'll be breaking the shell
Of metamorphosis of his life for me
15 Petals
15 Petals
One for every year I spent with you
Jewels and precious metals will never do
I love you twisted
And I love you straight
Id write it down but I cant concentrate
Words wont obey they do as they please
And all I am left with are these...
15 Petals
One for every year I spent with you
Jewels and precious metals will never do
The thorn is blunted
The perfume will fade
I stand where sun is set
I crave the shade
Down in the tavern with Mary and Jane
Palms reached for alms as they throw
15 Petals...
One for every hour that were apart
Tears and useless battles
Ill never start
Mussolini highway
Theres a frankincense tree
I picked some up there to carry with me
You take me to places where Id never go
I love you more than you know
15 Petals
Scattered in the path where you will tread
15 Petals
Of vivid red
One wine-bar vamp with the polythene face
Ein Panzer Kommander with no hair in place
The crowded battallions drilled holes in the square
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Gogeshvili
It's petals and it's love!
And to use the muse and be mused with love;
For all the beauties of love is in the place so unplanned,
But you are not left alone on this love.
Unplugged!
I don't know how you did, but you did it to love me more;
For i was abandoned in the dark for far too long.
Unplanned!
Gogeshvili my love,
Come and carry me with your petals of love;
For, i have shed many tears for you my love.
It is part of you and i,
It is part of the petals of love;
And we have to make it work!
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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x13-The Petals Shall Fall
(I suggest you read first the 'COLD WATERS'.2nd poem of DEAD PETALS)
-Dylan Blayne-
My heart pained the very first moment
that I looked into your eyes.
How I want to take that sorrow away,
to turn it to the skies…
why, the moment I saw you,
how I long to take your heart.
Though I rushed to pluck petals
to wipe away your fears…
you’re gone as though you’re drowned with your tears.
I knocked at your door,
But there was no answer.
I entered as a strange feeling
rushed through me deeper.
I called after you but all I heard
was rushing waters.
And so I looked for it and found you
Dead with tears.
I never had the time to question why…
or wipe your tears with petals by and by.
I saw the words you wrote before your bed…
‘the petals shall fall and the waters shall flow’,
how I wish I’d better be dead!
Blood flowed like water with your tears;
I wonder if I could carry this memory
for all the coming years.
I think you’re right, the petals shall fall…
and I guess I’m too late
to have you after all.
poem by Jessel Jane Tevar
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Behind The Veil
The withdrawing bees sit on the blooms,
Dusts of yellow fall and start to groom,
The prosecuted flowers, accused of waywardness,
The bees are brought to identify, the lady pregnant,
Points the finger at one, who is in prime,
To take care her deposit in the silent shrine,
Bees get off guard, wrong genetic code,
The community of bees not to want to ride,
And conspire to keep the blooms on guard,
Each matured flower to be covered,
From the wavy petals to the leggy stem,
Just an opening for the rays to peep in,
The blooms on cover, not to attract the bees,
The blooms watch and enjoy exclusive.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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The Honey Bees
Sweet when the flowers are blooming
Beautifully and fast they fly
The beauty comes to share
The dance of petals
The songs of beautiful bells
The scent of romantic roses
All the honey bees fly to dance
Singing the beautiful rhymes
Sparkling like the golden light
The sky smiles to see
But when the cloud comes
No more dance of petals
The bells stop to sing
The scent of roses disappeared
They fly to go with stings
No more cheerful dance
Poisons come to spread
Leaving the Fall to end
poem by Vidi Pudinkz
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Steel Flowers and A Whetstone-Like Hornet?
The red tears
look like sparks
When the whetstone-like Hornet
dances on the petals
and the skeletal gardener
throws sweat with his shivering fingers
O the petals get harden
and sharpen like swords?
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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A name...
A rose by any other name
is not a rose.
Does it have petals,
or instead many toes?
Does it speak softly;
or shudder in the wind?
Does it grow listlessly,
or lament that it has sinned?
A rose, by any other name
is still no rose
unless these differences are tame:
that a name shapes a flower,
and a flower shapes a name!
poem by Poet Dragon
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