The infant flower opens its bud and cries, "Dear World, please do not fade."
aphorism by Rabindranath Tagore from Stray Birds (1916), translated by Rabindranath Tagore
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Man always cries alone
The woman may turn cold
The child may grow old
But man always cries alone
The world may change dark
The rain may flow high
But man always cries alone
The wolf may shed none
The moon may step down
But man always cries alone
The word may start fade
The people may quickly forget
But man always cries alone
The wound may ache wide
The blood may never dry
But man always cries alone
The will may lose sight
The threat may spread fright
But man always cries alone
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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I'll Give You A Flower, Mother
I’ll give you a flower, mother
I’ll give you a flower, dear
For life is but a garden
To children of 5 years
I’ll give you a flower, mother
I’ll give you a flower, dear
For to a bride, they’re lovely
Mother, hold your tears
I’ll give you a flower, mother
I’ll give you a flower, dear
I’ll lay it in your sweet hands
For our time has disappeared
I’ll give you a flower, mother
I’ll give you a flower, dear
When I see you there at heaven
When my time’s done here
poem by Whitney Albright
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Buddha Thoughts (Every Flower)
for every flower that opens,
a hawk kills a rabbit.
for every bushel of corn,
another child starves.
for every bullet fired,
another mother weeps.
for every coming of dawn,
another face is forgotten.
for every hand extended,
another door closed.
for every prayer prayed,
a homeless family waits.
for every flower that opens...
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Once dear and near! !
Evidences are erased,
notes are shredded,
gifts are donated,
tears are shed,
cries are cried,
curses are cursed,
story is repeated,
shoulders are felt,
lesson is learned,
months are gone,
but the memory not lost,
the memory may fade,
faded memory will fade away,
once dear and near,
becomes forgotten and far.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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The Flower For Me
Respectful students,
A soft melodious sound
Greetings good morning,
Up to the end of good evening,
Means much to me, a flower
never fade in Memory
Generous learners,
Sharing things to others,
Pencils with no erasers,
Paper of the only in the trousers,
A flower in my eyes,
Never ever fade in my memory,
Studious yet humorous,
Serious yet with an admiring grin,
A follower and leader in one,
Loves freedom but a disciplinarian,
A flower bloom in the month of no days,
A flower to me that colors my day.
poem by Susan T. Aparejo
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The Star's Song
Flower! Flower, why repine?
God knows each creature's place;
He hides within me when I shine,
And your leaves hide His face.
And you are near as I to Him,
And you reveal as much
Of that eternal soundless hymn
Man's words may never touch.
God sings to man through all my rays
That wreathe the brow of night,
And walks with me thro' all my ways --
The everlasting light.
Flower! Flower, why repine?
He chose on lowly earth,
And not in heaven where I shine,
His Bethlehem and birth.
Flower! Flower, I see Him pass
Each hour of night and day,
Down to an altar and a Mass
Go thou! and fade away.
Fade away upon His shrine!
Thy light is brighter far
Than all the light wherewith I shine
In heaven, as a star.
poem by Abram Joseph Ryan
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Life awakening
Flower opens in the sun
A world is reborn
haiku by Jim Milks (13 November 2008)
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Wild Forest Flower
Rough around the edges but a tender center
This is my wild forest flower
Short and slender with long flowing blonde hair
This is my wild forest flower
A loving heart that goes beyond what I can see
This is my wild forest flower
I want to hold my flower in my hands
Wondering why she holds back and refuses to stand
I water it every now and then to watch it grow
But it takes too long because it’s a little slow
So I wait patiently for the flower to begin to rise
Even though I can still hear the weeping willows cries
Firm and hard headed but with a loving touch
This is my wild forest flower
Always hiding and always scared like a little child
This is my wild forest flower
The only one im willing to be with anymore
This is my wild forest flower
A darkened hush rises in the sky above my flower
The roots slowly exposing themselves out of fear
A forest fire begins in the distance soon to consume it
The fire rages ready to consume the small thing in power
This little bitty flower that I love and hold so dear
but I laugh because I know how this fire got lit
poem by Branden Aeling
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Mother Sky Cries
Mother sky cries when the leaves turn from green to gold
Mother sky cries when the leaves die and the weather turns cold
Mother sky cries when the earth turns warm and the body sweats
Mother sky cries and leaves the heart scorned and the skin wet
Mother sky cries and father cloud mourns
Mother sky cries and baby flower is born
poem by Anthony Martello
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The Dead Flower Bed
The Dead Flower Bed
The Dead Flower Bed
A Flower Loves
Eye saw the flower bed as eye walked bye it looked so empty after storm has come, on close inspection there was three plants still thriving there in hopefullness and love, whiteflower looking all better, one purple flower plant blossoming, and a forelorn dandylion
without seeds but steadfast in his love in the center of the flower bed between the daughter and his love, after bad weather gone.
Love remains the flowers fade but love still stays even inside the dead flower bed. A flower loves.
poem by Charles Hice
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Someone Very Near
someone asked me to describe someone near
my eyes got the picture of you dear
my dear is sweet star among stars
describe to what, a star?
my dear is not a star, something more
my dear is a sunflower
that raised its wing for morning sun
describe to what, a flower?
my dear is not a flower, something more
this starts an end less journey
describe to what, a pleasant journey?
my dear is something more
poem by Kiran Raaz
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A Flower in the Rain
My dear, you are so sweet,
For you grow in a field,
Like a flower with
Beautiful petals,
And a rose that has
Many red spirals
And petals that
Make you all the more unique.
But, my dear, I know
Not whether I will always
See you, for many men
Try to chase you,
And you feel so cold,
As if you were a flower in the rain,
And that the meadow was not large
Enough for you to keep you
Warm and safe.
But, I promise,
That I will be there for you,
No matter the circumstances,
For you are my flower,
And you are my flower in the rain,
For you will grow with every drink you take.
poem by James Roberts
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Coming Up
Want a love to last forever
One that will never fade away
I want to help you with your problem
Stick around, I say
Coming up, coming up, yeah
Coming up like a flower
Coming up, I say
You want a friend you- can rely on
One who will never fade away
And if youre searching for an answer
Stick around. I say
Its coming up, its coming up
Its coming up like a flower
Its coming up. yeah
You want some peace and understanding
So everybody can be free
I know that we can get together
We can make it, stick with me
Its coming up, its coming up
Its coming up like a flower
Its coming up for you and me
Coming up, coming up
Its coming up, its coming up, I say
Its coming up like a flower
Its coming up
I feel it in my bones
You want a better kind of future
One that everyone can share
Youre not alone, we all could use it
Stick around were nearly there
Its coming up, its coming up everywhere
Its coming up like a flower
Its coming up for all to share
Its coming up, yeah
Its coming up, anyway
Its coming up like a flower
Coming up
song performed by by Paul McCartney
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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A Ballad of London
AH, London! London! our delight,
Great flower that opens but at night,
Great City of the midnight sun,
Whose day begins when day is done.
Lamp after lamp against the sky
Opens a sudden beaming eye,
Leaping alight on either hand,
The iron lilies of the Strand.
Like dragonflies, the hansoms hover,
With jeweled eyes, to catch the lover;
The streets are full of lights and loves,
Soft gowns, and flutter of soiled doves.
The human moths about the light
Dash and cling close in dazed delight,
And burn and laugh, the world and wife,
For this is London, this is life!
Upon thy petals butterflies,
But at thy root, some say, there lies,
A world of weeping trodden things,
Poor worms that have not eyes or wings.
From out corruption of their woe
Springs this bright flower that charms us so,
Men die and rot deep out of sight
To keep this jungle-flower bright.
Paris and London, World-Flowers twain
Wherewith the World-Tree blooms again,
Since Time hath gathered Babylon,
And withered Rome still withers on.
Sidon and Tyre were such as ye,
How bright they shone upon the tree!
But Time hath gathered, both are gone,
And no man sails to Babylon.
poem by Richard Le Gallienne
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Dulcis Memoria
Long, long ago I heard a little song,
(Ah, was it long ago, or yesterday?)
So lowly, slowly wound the tune along,
That far into my heart it found the way:
A melody consoling and endearing;
And still, in silent hours, I'm often hearing
The small, sweet song that does not die away.
Long, long ago I saw a little flower,--
(Ah, was it long ago, or yesterday?)
So fair of face and fragrant for an hour,
That something dear to me it seemed to say:
A thought of joy that blossomed into being
Without a word; and now I'm often seeing
The friendly flower that does not fade away.
Long, long ago we had a little child,--
(Ah, was it long ago, or yesterday?)
Into his mother's eyes and mine he smiled
Unconscious love; warm in our arms he lay.
An angel called! Dear heart, we could not hold him;
Yet secretly your arms and mine infold him--
Our little child who does not go away.
Long, long ago? Ah, memory, make it clear--
(It was not long ago, but yesterday,)
So little and so helpless and so dear
Let not the song be lost, the flower decay!
His voice, his waking eyes, his gentle sleeping:
The smallest things are safest in thy keeping.
Sweet memory, keep our child with us always.
poem by Henry Van Dyke
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After Days Of Rain
AFTER DAYS OF RAIN
After days of rain
The blue returns to the sky
The world is fresh again
The greens deeper
Every breath has hope in it
And the sky opens and opens and opens
As if there is always somewhere greater and better to go.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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The New-Born Infant
Whether beneath sweet beds of roses,
As foolish little Ann supposes,
The spirit of a babe reposes
Before it to the body come;
Or, as philosophy more wise
Thinks, it descendeth from the skies,-
We know the babe's now in the room
And that is all which is quite clear
Even to philosophy, my dear.
The God that made us can alone
Reveal from whence a spirit's brought
Into young life, to light, and thought;
And this the wisest man must own.
We'll now talk of the babe's surprise,
When first he opens his new eyes,
And first receives delicious food.
Before the age of six or seven,
To mortal children is not given
Much reason; or I think he would
(And very naturally) wonder
What happy star he was born under,
That he should be the only care
Of the dear sweet-food-giving lady,
Who fondly calls him her own baby,
Her darling hope, her infant heir.
poem by Charles Lamb
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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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Whispers From Other Sky
Cries the night in silence
Covers up the starshine
By the tears of darkness
Cries the night!
Cries the night unaware
Words of pain
Whispers of harassing
Cries the night!
Fade away the rashness
Fall down the mercy plea
With the last shadow
On the earth!
Dying eyes...beholding!
Dying ears...hearing!
Feeling from the other
Other sky!
Whispers from the other sky!!!
Whispers from the other sky!!!
Other sky unknowing
Oh!
Beyond the end
Kingdom of the other
Viskningar!
song performed by by Undercroft
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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The Burning Flower
You never know a flower,
A flower you know is alive,
Somewhere hidden in a huge land,
A song still unsung,
You know that flower for sure,
Still you never care about,
A flower for that reason is gonna burn,
Before you say a careless-whisper,
And before you ever look upon it,
Its gonna burn more and more,
And may burn until that moment,
When its leaves shreaded off,
A final place to rest for it,
And i wonder everyday,
Ever dreams come true?
And nobody knows where the flower is,
You need to find it somehow,
And you need to say a care-less whisper,
For never the reason a null aspect,
For a special care you wanna give,
And i am the song still unsung,
And now i am singing some phrases for you,
And that flower is waiting,
Waiting espiacially for you,
Though you never know,
Before anything else,
That flower will burn off forever,
And never to come in your sight anymore,
Lovely saying this may be,
A flower lives for some reason,
And though its already cut away,
Put into something we hold in our hands,
Still it lives on,
Cries it is you don't know,
Because it is so lonely,
Never and ever he wants to die,
Still he must die,
To balance the energies of god,
That is something a life pal,
And my friend this is life,
Where there are limitless flowers,
Waiting to be gone forever,
To be fading into the place,
There they do not belong i tell yaa,
Living on others you are,
And never to find a flower for real,
Until it vanishes off by burning bright...
True isen't it dear?
Love is now you know,
Burning day after day,
And burning everyday,
Nobody loves it like you do,
I know and he knows too...
Tushar ;)
poem by Tushar Arora
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