Guilt Will Wilt The Sweetest Flower
[Song Lyric]
Guilt will wilt the sweetest flower,
Cause the very sun to glower,
Though the skies their tears may shower.
Guilt will wilt the sweetest flower.
Shame will tame the lion's power,
Make the boldest warrior cower,
Turn the taste of triumph sour.
Guilt will wilt the sweetest flower.
For each mister, miss, or madam,
Son or lover— this is so.
In the Bible Eve and Adam
Did discover long ago...
That guilt will wilt the sweetest flower,
Steal the pleasure from the hour,
Even in the greenest bower—
Guilt will wilt the sweetest flower.
poem by Harley White
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Paint Pictures
Hostile?
No.
I call my performance 'embittered'.
It's easier to leave it on stages where it's shown!
To exhaust my anger.
Discuss in detail my defeats!
Paint pictures of remorse...
And watch faces of guilt,
Wilt like a thirsting flower.
Isn't that what brings upon standing ovations?
Who wants to sit...
Watching someone eat macaroni and cheese?
You want to make it good enough,
As if everyone has had a taste!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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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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Sweetest Feeling
Will Young
Sweetest Feeling
The better you look baby
The better you look
The more I want you
When you turn on your smile
I feel my heart go wild
I'm like a child with a brand new toy
And I get the
Sweetest feeling
Honey the Sweetest (Sweetest Feeling)
Baby the Sweetest (Sweetest Feeling)
Loving you, ya
The warmer your kiss
The deeper you touch me baby
The deeper your touch
The more you thrill me
It's more than I can stand
Girl, when you hold my hand
I feel so grand
That I could cry
And I get the (Sweetest Feeling)
Moma the sweetest (Sweetest Feeling)
Baby the sweetest (Sweetest Feeling)
Loving you
uhh The greater your love
The stronger you hold me baby
The stronger your hold
The more I need You.
With every passing day
I love you more in everyway
I'm in love to stay
And I wanna say
I get the (Sweetest Feeling)
Baby the sweetest (Sweetest Feeling)
Honey the sweetest (Sweetest Feeling)
Loving You
aw (Sweetest Feeling)
Baby the sweetest (Sweetest Feeling)
Sweetest
song performed by by Will Young
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A Flower
A flower in its prime will not wilt
For its time here is not yet spent
But on occasion
The unwary creature may trample the flower
What now of the flower
Where is the grandeur, the beauty
Was it all for naught
Or was the existence itself enough
poem by Cody O'Hara
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Sweetest Little Show
Well they can treat you like a brother
Yeah they can treat you like a clown
But if they treat you like a lover
Theyve got the sweetest little show in town
You got the sweetest little show
Sweetest little show
Sweetest little show in town
Youve been around a long time
But youre still good for a while
And if they try to criticise you
Make them smile, make them smile
And if they treat you like a brother
Well you will never let them down
But if they treat you like a lover
Theyve got the sweetest little show in town
They got the sweetest little show
Sweetest little show
Sweetest little show in town
You got the sweetest little show
Sweetest little show
Sweetest little show in town
- guitar piece -
You got the sweetest little show
Sweetest little show...
song performed by by Paul McCartney
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Baby Your Love Is The Sweetest Sin
Baby your love is the sweetest sin
Which shines like the stars above
Baby your love is the sweetest sin
That shows you’ll always be my luv
Baby your love is the sweetest sin
Adding music to my life
Baby your love is the sweetest sin
Which saves me from this pain and strife
Baby your love is the sweetest sin
You know you rock my world
Baby your love is the sweetest sin
You know I’ll always be your girl
Baby your love is the sweetest sin
Which washes away my pain
Baby your love is the sweetest sin
I’m happy and you’re the one to blame
Baby your love is the sweetest sin
Of you I’ll never tire
Baby your love is the sweetest sin
You are the spark that lights my fire
Baby your love is the sweetest sin
To you I’ll always be devout
Baby your love is the sweetest sin
Which I cannot live without
poem by Jade Hymora
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Ch 08 On Rules For Conduct In Life - Maxim 63
It is written in the Evangel: ‘O son of Adam, if I give thee riches, thou wilt turn away from me with mundane cares, and if I make thee poor thou wilt sit down with a sad heart; then where wilt thou enjoy the sweetness of adoring me, and when wilt thou hasten to serve me?’
Sometimes thou art made haughty, and careless by wealth,
Sometimes art in distress from exhaustion and penury.
If thy state be such in joy and in distress,
I know not when thou wilt turn to God from thyself.
Wilted Flower
I can't forget a face
The face which made my flower grow
Blooming without the need of rain
Or the warm light of the sun
I can't forget those spoken words to me
Words I tried to ignore
Making my flower react to the way I do
With me, I was shedding tears, my flower, falling apart
I can't erase the words from my mind
My tears pour more, making it hard to breathe
The flower you gave me is withering slowly
Not long from now, it will wilt and never bloom again
poem by Sarah Bruun
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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?
This Is The Sweetest Suicide
life goes on
just another day
this is the sweetest suicide
blood pours out
of my open wounds
this is the sweetest suicide
the haunting smiles
and heartless laughter
this is the sweetest suicide
the pills are counted
the knife is sharp
this is the sweetest suicide
the letter placed
my final breath
this is the sweetest suicide
and now at last
i say goodbye
this is the sweetest suicide
poem by Tashi Coote
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To dear KASTHURI - The Wilted Flower -Poem-2
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POEM-2
WILTED FLOWER
Like a flower
That sweetly blooms
In the bower;
Shedding its beauty
All around,
As its bounden duty;
You, my dear,
Did all you could
To wipe a tear
Which others shed,
As your bounden duty
And them you led..
Like a flower,
That droops down
In its bower;
Whose beauty is torn,
From this earth
In the following morn;
You, my dear,
Were made to wilt;
Though many a tear,
Could not help,
To bring you back;
In our great yelp!
poem by Chandra Thiagarajan
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My Wilted Flower
Your waking dreams
I hear your screams
Of the hour
My wilted flower
All alone
Can’t go home
You must cower
My wilted flower
So much pain
Standing in the rain
You are not of power
My wilted flower
You run away
And there you stay
In the cold rain shower
My wilted flower
Memories of all the hate
Your horrible fate
They no longer tower
My wilted flower
In peace you die
I mustn’t cry
Your last hour
My wilted flower
~2009~
poem by Jennifer Cramer
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The sweetest to man
The sweetest word is sex.
The sweetest thing is woman.
The sweetest feeling is love.
The sweetest doing is courting.
Most of the happiest things
Come only during these happenings.
20.06.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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I am your Flower
a beautiful flower waved in the wind
bent with the breeze.
you came along, and, noticed it.
stooping down to kneel in the dirt,
you examined its petals
felt its delicate leaves.
you picked the flower,
broke its roots,
and placed its unchained stem into your clasped hand.
you carried the flower with you
showed it to friends, acquaintances,
made everyone take notice
of the beauty you found.
and strangely enough,
this flower did not wilt,
but remained strongly vibrant
in its glass of water
as you carefully attended to it.
yet as the year continued,
you worried and wondered
if maybe your choosing of this flower hurt it.
was it meant to be connected with the earth?
should you have stood and turned away
without choosing this flower
and picking it up for your own?
was your breaking of the stem a mistake?
should you have left it?
these questions filled your mind.
yet your flower remained vibrant and strong
in her glass of water.
confined, no, now free.
and freedom brings its own nourishment.
nourishment that cannot be found
attached to the ground.
you chose the flower above the rest,
and picked her to be yours.
will you keep me?
you have freed me.
my glass of water is refreshing.
your hand clasping my stem is enough
for me to stay and choose you
above the sun, more than the soil,
i cannot wilt if you take care of me as you have.
for a broken stem and a chosen flower
cannot be returned.
i must be kept or left to die.
poem by Lors Dilouley
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And Wilt Thou Leave Me Thus?
And wilt thou leave me thus?
Say nay, say nay, for shame,
To save thee from the blame
Of all my grief and grame;
And wilt thou leave me thus?
Say nay, say nay!
And wilt thou leave me thus,
That hath loved thee so long
In wealth and woe among?
And is thy heart so strong
As for to leave me thus?
Say nay, say nay!
And wilt thou leave me thus,
That hath given thee my heart
Never for to depart,
Nother for pain nor smart;
And wilt thou leave me thus?
Say nay, say nay!
And wilt thou leave me thus
And have no more pity
Of him that loveth thee?
Hélas, thy cruelty!
And wilt thou leave me thus?
Say nay, say nay!
poem by David McKee Wright
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And Wilt Thou Leave me Thus?
And wilt thou leave me thus?
Say nay, say nay, for shame,
To save thee from the blame
Of all my grief and grame;
And wilt thou leave me thus?
Say nay, say nay!
And wilt thou leave me thus,
That hath loved thee so long
In wealth and woe among?
And is thy heart so strong
As for to leave me thus?
Say nay, say nay!
And wilt thou leave me thus,
That hath given thee my heart
Never for to depart,
Nother for pain nor smart;
And wilt thou leave me thus?
Say nay, say nay!
And wilt thou leave me thus
And have no more pity
Of him that loveth thee?
Hélas, thy cruelty!
And wilt thou leave me thus?
Say nay, say nay!
poem by Sir Thomas Wyatt
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Sally
Sally, she says the sweetest things
But words won't stop the pain
She's painting skies of blue
While i'm standing in the rain
I love her still i always will
Sally, she sings the sweetest songs
But the melody is a lie
She's had a change of heart
I can see it in her eyes
I love her so i can't let go
Save every moment save every hour
Gone are the golden days we knew
Someone is lonely in love with the other
And i'm still in love with you
She was a flower child
When whe came into my life
And now the decades gone
And nothings turned out right
The feelings gone but life goes on
Someone is lonely
In love with the other
And i'm still in love with you
Sally, she says the sweetest things
But words won't ever do
You're throwing stones at me
That i can't throw back at you
I love you still
I always will
song performed by by Gino Vanelli
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Under the Madness, Under the Flower
Under the Madness, Under the Flower
The One that tilts, the One with power
Shares such a sweet smell
And all the while, I sit
Breathtaken and Astonished
And for now I have it
The beauty which I have wished
Under the Madness, Under the Flower
The One that wilts, the One that cowers
Still smells so sweet
And if I'd leave, then it
Too would wilt
Its Petals blacken by it,
It too would tilt
When the Light dies
And the dark subsides
My little flower Cannot be
In a life without me
Yet it still smells so sweet
poem by Allen Cuevas
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I shall speak no more
I shall speak no more; I shall breathe no more your name
There is pain in the sound; there is guilt deeper than shame
In the hollows of the chest there the fire of despair burns
Yet it never dissolves nor breaks the chains and the turns
No walk in the park; no laughter with friends may impart
The deep sullen thoughts that siege the silent heart
Too brief to enjoy or endure by our patience, too long for peace
Bring back the glorious happy hours why let their joy cease
What have caused us to repent to abjure from links fair and girded chain
We denounce that we part never to see one another again
How I yearn to see you joyful and glad, be it mine the guilt
Forgive me adored one! Forsake do not let the flower wilt
Your love in your heart expired not debased
Leaving me in this world alone and gazed
As always stern to haughtiness but humble at your request
This soul in its bitter blackness shall fulfill your quest
And our days seem as swift and our moments so sweet
With you by my side the world seemed at our feet
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Sonnet Of Motherhood XXIV
How many holy women mothered me
And brought me to perfection for this hour,
When from my being all the living power
Of sweetest woman should at last flow free?
Aeons on Aeons on a loving knee
Some woman rocked me in her scented bower,
Till my soul bloomed an everlasting flower
Calling with fragrance to a singing bee.
You came. You saw me. And because in you
A myriad mothers all their love had spread,
Those holy women since the dawn of day
Gave you the promise of a master true…
Dearest, that bee unto the flower was wed
When your song fitted with my humble lay.
poem by Zora Bernice May Cross
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