
Do not linger to gather flowers to keep them, but walk on, for flowers will keep themselves blooming all your way.
aphorism by Rabindranath Tagore from Stray Birds (1916), translated by Rabindranath Tagore

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Flowers
(orbison/dees)
When I was a boy I ran among the flowers
Looking left and right at the bright array
I played through the spring, whiled away the hours
Lingered with the flowers every day
Flowers, pretty flowers, flowers, lifes bouquet
Flowers, pretty flowers, flowers, along the way
Flowers, pretty flowers, flowers, lifes bouquet
Flowers, pretty flowers, flowers, along the way
When the summer ends and the storms of life are over
When the winter comes and the petals fall away
They may write it on my stone, he was just a roller
But he stopped to pick some flowers along the way
Flowers, pretty flowers, flowers, lifes bouquet
Flowers, picked some flowers, along the way
song performed by by Roy Orbison

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Blooming
Spring already
Flowers blooming
Birds humming
Sing their sweet
Sweet song
The air
Full of blossoms
Blooming flowers..
Blooming plants…
Blooming love
Spring is clean..
Spring is fresh…
Spring is that new beginning
We pray for in the end
poem by Alexsis Daniels

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Days Are Now Hotter Than They Were Before (Rondel Prime)
Days are now hotter than they were before
with many blooming flowers one can find
while the spring brings out what it has in store
in a time that is gentle, sweet and kind
while glory waits just outside the front door
and happiness is even in the slight wind.
Days are now hotter than they were before
with many blooming flowers one can find
and spring feels as it will last forevermore,
will it brings the most joyful times to mind,
when people in fun do each other adore
as if they can all unhappiness rescind.
Days are now hotter than they were before
with many blooming flowers one can find
poem by Gert Strydom

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Flowers - Giving It All Away B-side
Renegades and shifting shades
And the lights in your face
And you friends talk lying
But some of them got flowers in their room
When its on and youre falling on every floor
That youre hoping to score
And youre every night ? ? ?
But some of them got flowers in their room
But some of them got flowers in their room
But some of them got flowers in their room
Hear the word that the man on the stairs
Knows your every affair and is holding your hand
And he says some of them got flowers in their room
And he screams in a face
But the smile on the face is cool and its cold
And it reads vacated
And some of them got flowers in their room
And some of them got flowers in their room
And some of them got flowers in their room
And I take someone home and I cant be alone
And theres faces to please and I walk on the knees
Oh you see, I got no flowers in my room
And I laugh with my mouth and I laugh with you
But the joke was a joke that I never really knew
Some of them got flowers in their room
Some of them got flowers in their room
Some of them got flowers in their room
song performed by by Ocean Colour Scene

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1,2,3!
I did it once,
You did it twice,
They did it trice;
1,2,3!
Playing around in the garden of love when,
The beautiful flowers started blooming;
But, there is no place like home.
Pump, dump, lump, crump, clump, jump!
And by doing what is right always;
For, the beautiful flowers have started blooming.
Rump, trump, grump, slump, sump, hump!
For, i did it once and you did it twice;
But, they did it trice! !
1,2,3!
Playing around in the garden of love when,
The beautiful flowers started blooming;
But, there is no place like home.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis

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From the German
ONCE for thy brow a wreath I wished to wind,
And, seeking long, I could no flowers find.
Now golden flowers are blooming far and near,
But, ah! dear love, thou art no longer here.
poem by Alice Duer Miller

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Thief! !
Thief! !
I don't need any flowers from you!
For, i've got enough flowers in my garden.
A walk in Sapin,
Pain, chain, train, rain, drain, grain, Cain, main, stain train;
And there you will meet a lot of people ready to offer you free flowers!
But, do watch out! ! For they are pick pockets! ! !
And, in the process of offering you these flowers, another picks your purse.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis

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Like A Fresh Brook Flows
Winter is gone.
And again Spring is here...
On the scene.
Dawn leaves its chill to a warming.
As birds are heard chirping.
And all of nature seems to sing.
Smiling faces seen to grace,
In places where we go.
Letting known their feelings shown.
As blooming flowers are exposed.
And laughter shared among the children,
Bring instant memories.
And romance filled remembered dances,
Slowly...
Like a fresh brook in a forest flows.
Winter is gone.
And again Spring is here...
On the scene.
Dawn arrives with Sunrise warmings,
As nature scents with a lingered tingling.
Ah-ee-ah-oh,
As blooming flowers are exposed.
Ah-ee-ah-oh,
And romance again like a fresh brook flows.
Ah-ee-ah-oh,
As blooming flowers are exposed.
Ah-ee-ah-oh,
And romance again like a fresh brook flows.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

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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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Portulacca
As soon as I open my eyes,
I quietly rush to the balcony,
And watch with bated breath
As the Sun rises.
Dainty Portulacca come to life,
As if to say Hi.
In their vibrant hues and colours:
Yellow pink, red and orange flowers,
In small pots lined in a row,
Full of light and glow.
Enchanted, I watch them for a while
And feel happy and smile.
As I gently spray them with showers,
I am filled with a sense of wonder.
How these delicate flowers can be so sturdy,
And keep blooming despite hot dry winds,
Which makes us humans wilt,
I thought with a little guilt.
It’s really thoughtful of God,
To send these flowers when it’s so hot.
As the heat becomes too much to bear
These pretty flowers fill me with cheer.
poem by Mamta Agarwal

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Popularity Beats/Beads
A lot of stars
Misconceives traps as skies
Blooming flowers by being conceited
A lot of stars
Misconceives cages as skies
Blooming flowers by being conceited
Is it the age we all are going through?
The Red Suntan In My Wife's Garden
she keeps cutting the stalks of the red suntan
as i watch with disdain
since there will be no more suntan flowers
to view this bright morning in the garden
she notices my obvious disturbing action
and she comes with a clear reaction
saying they must be pruned regularly
for them to give more flowers for the day
it is more like the way God prunes us
albeit there may be pain and even bleeding
but that's the best way for more flowering
the secret to the blooming is in the cutting
and then i ask myself deep in my heart
i must have caused her so much pain
since she has bloomed so well in fact
like the red suntan flowers in our garden
poem by Ric S. Bastasa

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Dreams Always Come True
slowly, slowly, always
slowly seeds do grow
to become flowers and
caterpillars too
become butterflies
the flowers know all these
and so they keep on blooming
not losing hope for every winter
spring is always not far behind
i also know this and by heart
my love, i am telling you
our dreams will always come true
we only have to wait
we only have to keep the faith.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa

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Prevailing Winds
Every day the increasing winds
make themselves known.
Their whistling in the trees I see
seem to have grown
stronger in intensity,
bolder everyday.
And I wonder what the flowers think
that are blooming this month of May?
Their little colorful heads
try to hold their ground.
But the winds are fiercly blowing
and their heads are turned around.
They lean towards the left first
and then towards the right.
Then something magical happens.
It becomes night.
It's like someone waved a wand
and made the winds cease.
Now those delicate flowers of May
finally feel at peace.
But peace will be short-lasting
for the winds will come again.
I know this wind has got to stop.
The flowers are asking when?
poem by Edwina Reizer

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Phantom, flowers and the sentinel
'In the pitchy darkness what are you searching sir? '.
The watch keeper asked from the puritan.
'I am searching some rare herbal flowers brother'.
'These days it's very hard to find an unblemished flower sir
because of this unending war, flowers won't come out.
There were some flowers at the back yard of the grave side,
but I am not quite sure; an uncalled man has been here last week
and plucked all the flowers.'
'It's me can't you recognize?
those flowers for the altar
and not for medication'.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga

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Lovely flowers
Clour clour
Flowers on
The world...
With out fly
Sitting on the trees
And plants...
Clours flowers
Fly...
Some time air
Fly the flowers
Are making lovely earth...
Flowers are lovely...?
Lovely are flowers..!
poem by Otteri Selvakumar

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The Beautiful Camellias
The camellias bloom in Winter when the skies are cold and gray
When the sun shines at it's weakest and the Spring seems far away
Each tree an individual by the shade of flowers they bear
An avenue of camellias of one shade of flowers more often than not rare.
In shades of pink and creams and reds the colours one might name
Each is an individual for no two look the same
The beautiful camellias resplendent in their flowers
They bloom in lawn and garden on Winter's coldest hours.
In late fall in Victoria in the Southern Hemisphere
The flower buds on camellia tell Winter days are near
And before the wattles come to bloom towards the end of July
The flowers on the camellia tree lose their petals and die.
The beautiful camellias bloom in the cold winter showers
And long before the southern spring they will have lost their flowers
And on June's coldest and wettest day great beauty I can see
A mass of pink flowers blooming on the green camellia tree.
poem by Francis Duggan

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September Flowers
September wild flowers grow free
Purple, yellow, lavender, all beam joy
Fall is starting to turn the sumac
A walk can be such a wondrous trip
The air is crisp and vibrant
Touches of red show in the maples
Geese land in slews and ponds
Oaks seem so noble and strong
Hills filled with lush life
Songs of an autumn moon
Radiant sun brings azure blue
Birch and elm reach for love
Greens of summer still rule
This path has many wild flowers
The lake will soon freeze
Meadows will cover with snow
Rain has made everything vibrant
Moss and pine trees grow mellow
Mushrooms glow with sunlight
Soft breezes make the leaves dance
Blue birds gather on a fallen tree
Squirrels gather their acorns
Great Cottonwoods loom like giants
Old logs, field grass, daisies
I sigh amidst the September flowers
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz

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Flowers Smiles
Some flowers
Smile some time
Yellow...
Some flowers
Smilesome time
Red...
Some flowers
Smile some time
Blue...
Some flowers
Smile some time
White....
Some flowers
Smile some tiime
Green...
All are flowers smile...
Clour with clour...
But...
Clour will bee change
Flowers to flower
Smile is not change
For flowers...
poem by Otteri Selvakumar

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They’re Digging Their Own Graves
Flowers stopped blooming
Birds stopped nesting
Few leaves left
The tree was shocked
Failed to understand
The reason behind
Wore a dejected look
On the face
Prayed to god
Give me back
My flowers and birds
God replied
The human greed
Does not end
They leave no means
To achieve their ends
Take lives, cut trees
Do not realize
They are digging
Their own graves
Without animals and trees
No man would survive
If humans understand
You shall get
Flowers and birds back
I only provide
How to preserve?
They have to decide
poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela

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