You are my beauty flower of my life
You are my beauty flower of my life
You are my rose flower that I have it in whole my life
They burned fire inside this beautiful flower to make you forget me simply
The night is coming & going very fast
& simply I can't seen you beside me in these beautiful nights
I feel in comfort just when I see you beside me
& you know this honey
My eyes tears have taste inside my mouth
Because I'm crying too much in all the night so I can't drain them easily
My tears look like the failing water
If something happen for you I will destroy those persons who want to hurt you
I will vanish anybody who wants to touch one piece from your blond hair
You are my life flower but they pull you out from your roots
With all my sadness
They want me to forget you simply
If you died or you stay alive & they hurt you
I have judgment day with those persons who did this to you
They day is going fast & I didn't hear your pure voice
You are my lovely beauty princess
You are my fate and I will wait for you in whole my life
I will wait you to the last day of my life to my death day
I will never forget you in whole my life
I promise you that the day will come soon & we will meet each other simply
Take care for yourself honey
Take care & be careful
My god bless you
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My Wonderful Beautiful Lady Has Golden Eyes
Your angel eyes cursed me from the first time I met you
Your eyes have magic made me follow you simply
Your eyes colors stolen the color of the honey
Because the color of your eyes its gold
Your eyes shining in the night same the stars in the sky
I had never seen like you in whole the world
On all these specifications in you is not finished yet because you are unlimited in the beauty
Your long blond hair is very awesome
When the air plays with your blond hair & its fly when you are walking
Oh my god
I'm dying on this section of your beauty
Your awesome beauty chasing me everywhere I go
I can't remove you from my head simply
I see your picture always in front of my eyes
You burned fire inside my heart
I woke up on a dream I can't tolerance it simply
I can't tolerance your love simply
You are very hard love on me
But at the end I must accept it because this is my fate
May be I can't do everything for you that you want
But I have a white romantic heart it's for you only
So please except this heart that it's in your hands
I don't have money but I have this heart
I can give you only the real love in whole your life
But I can't build castles in the air & all suddenly fail down on the ground
This is me my lovely lady
The answer is up to you
I'm waiting for your answer
I became a romantic poet because of you
I became a famous poet & everybody know my love for you how its looks like
I loved you from the first time I met you
You are always in my head & I had never forget you for a while
I will still love you forever in whole my life
To my last day of my life
To my death day
You are my first love & my last love in whole my life forever, forever
Sincerely
Your Lover Forever In Whole Your Life
The Romantic Man
Ali Sabry
I met a flower
I met you like I met a flower in the street
A secret a beautiful magical growth
A wonder of life I suppose
And yet that flower speaks with curiousity and pride of what it has become
What kind a flower did I meet though?
Is it a rose? a meaning of love
Or a camillia who represents graciousness?
Did I meet an anemone? Fragile and delecate
But I met a flower that made me understand why a flower so spectacle about life and so couragious brought me to beauty and elageance in such a world
I met u flower like it was the beginning of ur life and u will be there till your pedals fall....
poem by Luisa Sanchez
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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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Where Do We Go From Here?
after 70 years
of so much planning
nothing exciting
really happened in
his life,
he concludes everything
is wrong
because he is actively doing
everything
for him
he did not give fate a chance
to shape his own life
it is life that takes us
where to go
and life is a silent friend
it does not tell us
anything
we simply wait
for the surprises
a boat may arrive from a far horizon
and waits upon us at the nearby pier
we shall step inside its body
& it will take us
to a place
intended for our own good
a black bird my hover on the window sill of our house
and sings
and we who listen to the sweetness of its song
shall learn
about the most beautiful thing that can happen
out there
the next day shall be another adventure and fun
for we are life's children
and she is our loving mother
we simply have to open our eyes
alert our ears
and be sensitive to each and every sign
that life
everyday sends us
we simply must enhance the trust
and surely it will be good
and beautiful
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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To my dear expensive
'To my dear expensive'
Princess dreams to the picturesque beauty
I try hard to be out to you across continents
But destiny is written
To be away from each other
I will not forget throughout my life until the day I die
I have lived for days with you expensive
I do not know why you left me simply at the end of the road
You left me alone in the darkness of the road
We were living the story of romantic love has not lived them one by
I am now sitting alone among the trees cry
I did not find one comforts me and raises my morale
You are only estimated to forget me forever my sorrow
I have loved you love blind
I love quiet
Description forever and ever
You're The one you live inside my white heart
I will pay you love after love
I will grow up in my loving for you day after day
I will never forget you in whole my life forever
For days and long years you will stay my lovely princess
I hope to see you soon honey
God bless you in wholek your life
'Sincerely Your Lover Forever'
'The Romantic Man'
'Ali Sabry'
Flowers
She is like a flower.
I like every type of flower that populates on this earth.
But one is beautiful like yellow acacias that grows from a seed into birth.
I want to plant seeds to make a garden of a family with her.
She is a flower that is sweet as honeysuckle
We are on top of a moonflower like beatiful lovers.
She lights up my day like a sunflower.
She is nothing like spring beauty and lives life by every hour.
Her love is good like red roses she never wanted me for the money.
Her beauty is like pink lotuses because she is the bomb.
And the hatred by other girls is who she exposes.
She blooms up into my life and I wouldn't mind making her my wife.
Im like a bumble bee all I need is her love like honey.
Like Winnie pooh a honey addict and yes I'm addicted to her love.
I'm her sunlight I keep her shining bright.
She is every flower
I love day and night.
poem by Anteaus Berryhill
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04.Sometimes...
SOMETIMES...
sometimes i sit and compose
sometimes i simply cannot...
sometimes i get up and fight
sometimes i simply cannot...
sometimes i laugh to much
and end up in tears
sometimes i try to cry
but my eyes remain dry
sometimes a lie can saw a life
sometimes a truth can kill you
sometimes enemies save your life
sometimes near ones betray you
sometimes friends are everything
sometimes they pull you down...
sometimes hatred turns into love
sometimes love takes away life...
sometimes a smile can win hearts
sometimes it robs everything...
sometimes a tear can move you
sometimes it wets your heart...
sometimes you wait for something
and it never comes...
sometimes at your merest thoughts
the thing is yours...
sometimes the lowliest rise to the top
sometimes he is pushed there...
sometimes the best too looses
sometimes he is pulled down...
sometimes mountains appear as plains
sometimes a valley doesnt seem deep...
sometimes a bird looses its wings
sometimes there's no morning...
sometimes you have to say something
but end up tounge-tied...
sometimes your ears are open
and you hear the unsaid...
sometimes the dead
speak from their grave...
sometimes the alive
forget their responsibilty...
sometimes someone needs a friend
sometimes the friend needs you...
sometimes people read and forget
sometimes they remember, yet nothing...
some things in life never change...
some things in life seem so obvious...
except sometimes...
poem by Harshvardhan Pandit
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Flashlight in the Sky
Could you tell me
how beautiful is the sky this night
could you give me
simply a piece of his heart
This dark sky inside me
that grows,
has taken all the feelings
has finished it all
But wait here is a flashlight there, in my sky
i was hoping that i finally found the way
the place to go
the place were someone for me
is gonna take care
I was simply dreaming
about this lovely ending
cause i open my eyes
and i saw just that dark sky
inside me.
poem by Elida Cumani
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A Beautiful Flower
I have a flower, Yes I have picked a beautiful flower,
One with greatest strength like a tree with mightiness and power,
Power of faith beyond any measure,
Yet precious and few like a beautiful treasure.
How precious its love it shares,
How very precious sweet and rare.
Easily lost as colors are tossed on the tides,
For those who tend to set it aside.
Beauty beyond their eye’s is what I have gained as a prize,
And keeping it, is what makes my heart so wise.
It may seem like neglect on their part,
But neglect has not been the wish of their heart.
Why so often many are in a rush,
The beauty of this flower is often a hush.
I praise my flower for its humbleness,
Staying that way always brings forth its beautifulness.
Yes my flower that I have I would gladly share,
To those who appreciate my gift that is rare.
This flower is a gift and I will tell you why,
Because its known for its beauty that will never die.
For if my flower and me ever depart,
The beauty of it will always be found in my heart.
Yes I have a flower, a beautiful flower to name,
It would have to be beautiful,
it would have to meet its beauty inside and out the same.
For that isn’t hard to do, Why you don’t even need a clue,
For I could have never have picked a better you,
My Dear Friend (put name here)….. Its true.
A name, that’s beautiful as you.
poem by Esther Ayala
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Gardner of beauty
Your beauty is like that of a Gardner tending to his flowers making life more beautiful with each day you tend to them. I could only wish to be one of your flowers in your garden and hope to feel your gentle hands as you would tend to me. Your beauty is to me as rain is to a flower, giving it nourishment for life. your beauty is my rain and it makes my love grow for you like that of the flower. Your loving soul is that of Gods warmth coming from the sun to a flower. Your love is my sun and feeling it's warmth to the touch it makes my soul grow as the flower would on a summer day. How I ask to be your flower and you be my gardener of life.
7-1-09
poem for my wife
poem by Timothy Honeycutt
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You Are Like A Flower
You are like a flower
Growing in beauty
Nature has its own way
Making you uniquely
So I’ll wait until the day
You sprout with love
Because anything less
Would not be enough
You are like a flower
Strong with the wind
Never giving up your roots
You grow and never let loose
Should I protect you anymore?
When the strength you have
Is already within you
You are like a flower
Giving off good qualities
Selfless and fragrant
Keeping yourself steady
You know something new
Comes out everyday
You are like a flower
You attract attention
With your good look
You are sensitive
It is what makes you strong
Though you can be easily plucked
You fight for your life
You decide what is what
You are a like a flower
For a flower is honest
What you see is what you get
You stand out like a flower should
I will remember how gentle you are
A flower in need of love, you are set
Because even if you are all these
You are soft and delicate
It’s my pleasure to make sure
That nothing changes it
My Flower
poem by Joshua Gilchrist
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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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My lovely lady
My lovely lady, How can I say farewell to you and by my hands I bought the tickets for you and I am taking you to the airport, How can I say farewell to you how, Darling I don’t believe that you are leaving me now at end, I am laughing in your beautiful angel face sham but here inside my body the overbore is killing me darling, How can I say farewell to you and I’m very sad, Over thousand pink I pinking myself and beating by million dirk and never enter a situation like this with a lady like you, I burned fire inside myself cause you are leaving me now alone, Darling please let me replete seeing you before you are leaving me, Honey give me a chance for once at end in whole my life and let me cry on your bosom come on please, Darling it's something not in your hands or in my hands cause we became a victims, This is our fate is to stay faraway from each other, Hold your tears honey enough crying cause your tears destroyed me, How can I say farewell to you how, If you left me I will make all the peoples crying if I shout for once, Darling clement my situation cause the fire is eating inside my chest, I never thought darling that you will leave me at end I never thought this, You were my love and all my life why you have to leave me alone, Oh honey I’m so sorry, I’m seeing you now walking to the departures terminal for the last time in whole my life, I hope I can see you again after this have a nice journey, God bless you my lovely lady.
This Flower
This flower is a gift...given to all...
Some loose it...
Some have it stolen...
And some give it away...
This flower cannot be replaced...
For once it's gone...it's gone...
Another cannot be grown...
When others do not have their flower anymore...
Some of them laugh because you still have this flower...
But havin' this flower still shouldn't make you feel akward...
Bein' able to hold on to this flower for so long should bring you joy...
Havin' this flower after many others have lost theirs...
Should make you feel special at heart...
You shouldn't be ashamed that you still have this flower...
Hold this flower close and be proud...
This flower can bring Happiness, tears, regret, and even Life...
If you still hold this flower...
Hold strong...
You are not the only one...
For I still hold this lovely flower...
poem by Jennifer Carmical
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May I Turn You into a Beautiful Flower!
May I turn you into a beautiful flower!
More beautiful than it sounds, in the garden;
No wind shall turn you pale, with its power,
Your beauty covering it, as a shield and hidden.
The roses have a beauty, for them to bow,
And the children pose a charm, for them to pluck.
A flower so pure and gentle to touch, a dove,
And the others, decline to shine and duck.
A flower in the hair of the princess of the castle,
That the jewels in her crown and her heart shall envy.
And as long as my eyes can see, and my heart can beat,
So long shall you shine, as the beauty, as this flower.
©Anees Rahman
poem by Anees Rahman
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Life is Like A Flower
Life is like a flower.
It starts out as a seed,
Then a root,
A stem with a leaf,
Leaves and then a beautiful flower.
A baby.
Then learns how 2 talk,
Then the child is a flower.
Life is like a flower,
You are a flower
poem by LeLe Gallon
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Like A Flower
Nothing in life
Can match the beauty of a flower
Its frailness
Its softness
Just like man differs
in shapes and sizes
Each flower can be differed in color
Just like life a flower is diverse
But not unpredictable
A good thing it is “just like”
For if life was only a flower
It was indeed
Short lived
poem by Zarina Binda
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My Beautiful Girl
Beautiful girl.
Beautiful brown eyes that are like a pond fill with holly water that reflects the blessings from the sun, beautiful girl don’t be so sad and wipe those tears from your beautiful eyes because I’ll be with you tonight.
Let me brush you hair meanwhile you are falling asleep ready to fly into your dreams.
There! I open the doors of the world for you but be careful with the evil that fulfill this lonely empty world.
Don’t look back because you angels will be by your side every day and every night of your beautiful life.
Beautiful girl, beautiful flower that god took from his holy garden to light my life that was so dark and now we can live together forever and ever.
To My daughter.
poem by Christian K. Montiel
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Flowers and Pages
Flower petals saved
Between holy pages
Dryed and faded, both are
Deep words of life,
Love simply stated.
Memories and hopes
Together combine, ever to
Transcend places and time...
- Life is not a simple dream,
There is so very much
Beyond what is felt, heard and seen...
- Lifes paradox is of such:
So full of beauty
At the start,
So worn and weary
At the finish;
Boundless knowledge
Cannot free the heart,
Endless effort
Cannot still the days
That continue to diminish.
- Perhaps tis truly the other way around,
Only with relaxed acceptance
Through the real beauty of age
And understanding
Can love of life
Ever fully be found.
Humanity,
Wrong from the beginning
Of sin;
Redemption right
To the very end...
For what truly is the meaning
Of the mysterious messages
Life to us does send?
(Tacit translation
Terra-incognita
Revenant revelation unto
Beautiful buena-vista.)
Life, like the beauty of the flower,
So gradually fades
Like the slowly disappearing wonder
In a sunset,
Nearly imperceptable end of days.
- Will our lives be found
Only to end
Like the sun,
Burning down the Western horizon
Blazing so beautiful and bright,
until finally captured and killed
by the darkness of night...
Shall the flowering Garden bloom again?
Will that beautiful sun ever return?
(some seeds planted
only grow after all the weeds
have been thoroughly burned)
Yet for now
the weeds still thrive,
And the flowers are barely able
to remain alive.
So, how shall our lives be found saved,
preserved eternally
between some sacred pages?
(the Words there upon print
to the flowers beauty and reason
do give quiet hint)
Who the answer knows?
One and the same:
The books Author,
The lover and saviour
Of the true beauty, that is the Rose.
poem by Smoky Hoss
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Flower and Bird
Amongst the lonely branches of a tree,
Stood a lovely flower fragrant and free,
She was the sight of every passer-by,
'What a beautiful flower! ' people would cry.
The flower in the prime of its youth,
Couldn’t identify life and its real truth,
Proud by its fragrance and beauty it stood,
And thought that beauty was what made it good,
Impressed by its beauty a little bird would sing,
The tale of its love and the whole valley would ring,
Perched on the branch of the great oak tree,
The bird sings its love for the flower to see,
People would stop and look at this tale,
Of the beautiful lady and the gallant male.
And one day the bird let its heart out,
And the beautiful flower refused with pout,
The bird wanting its beloved’s heart,
Asked her, 'What do I do so that we don’t part? '
And the proud flower told the lonely bird,
'There is a flower down the valley, have you heard?
Its brilliant red, is said is more beautiful than me,
So dear bird, make me red, as red as I can be! '
The bird said, 'But your beauty is no match,
So beautiful are you that my heart, you did catch! '
The flower in its pride and anger,
Told the bird 'Oh! Don’t bother',
The sadness in its eyes, the bird couldn’t see,
And said, 'I gift the colour red to thee! '
Saying this he pierced his heart on a thorn,
And spilt the blood on her till he was torn,
And the flower indeed did become red,
With the love of the little bird’s blood,
People would stare at the beautiful flower,
And amongst the branches it would hover,
The people passing soon forgot the song of the bird,
But the silent lament of the flower was never heard,
The flower never forgot the love of its bird,
But the melody of the poor bird was never heard!
poem by Supriya Mothay
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