No flower of art ever fully blossomed save it was nourished by tears of agony.
quote by Isadora Duncan
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the Falling Petal
It starts to grow in the morning dew
The beauty it shines through and through
Until one-day it is fully grown
Being grateful its seeds were sown
The flower has blossomed and it stands tall
But sadly it knows it soon will fall
For right now, it is so proud
And in the shade, it does not shrowd
For something that was once a beautiful flower
It now just withers and in a corner it cowers
It used to bloom in the light of day
Hoping its beauty will always stay
But now winter is here and the beauty's no-more
And the future of this flower has nothing in store
When the winter snow begins to settle
Thats when you see the first falling petal
poem by Shirts Williams
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Falling Petal
It starts to grow in the morning dew
The beauty it shines through and through
Until one-day it is fully grown
Being grateful its seeds were sown
The flower has blossomed and it stands tall
But sadly it knows it soon will fall
For right now, it is so proud
And in the shade, it does not shrowd
For something that was once a beautiful flower
It now just withers and in a corner it cowers
It used to bloom in the light of day
Hoping its beauty will always stay
But now winter is here and the beauty's no-more
And the future of this flower has nothing in store
When the winter snow begins to settle
Thats when you see the first falling petal
poem by Jane Allan
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Adelaida
She's a flower in the desert
thirsting for the living water;
Her petals start to fall
with the burning sun scorching her,
the cruel sands hurting
while the wind is merely blowing.
You could see she's all alone -
a flower in the desert.
You could see her tears flowing,
making her alive -
for all those years she tried
to hide the pain she felt inside.
She never knew her tears,
sweet tears is making her alive.
Of how strong she was,
she never knew.
She watched herself as petals fell and flew -
even her broken heart fell...
but her contrite spirit cried in mighty prayer
to Him that's waiting for her prayer.
It rained. In the desert, it rained.
The once dying flower has blossomed.
With her face towards the heavens,
her thirst was quenched.
For out of her humble prayer
came the living water...
springing up unto everlasting life.
2June2011
Batac
For our investigator, Adelaida.
poem by Jessel Jane Tevar
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One September Day
Years, they will come and go
Sometimes the tears will flow
Some of my memories will fade
But I'll always remember that one September day
I used to reminisce
'Cause I thought that love was bliss
How did they know it would go astray
It began and it ended on one September day
We met by chance
As people often do
But it blossomed, yes it blossomed
Into something I never knew
Now... It is in the past
They said it would never last
I'll not forget the moment back
Nor hot May or December
Nor June or November
But one September day
song performed by by Nina Simone
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A Flower Grows In My Garden
A flower blossomed in my garden
Shines its light all through the day
Array of colours reflect the sunlight
That radiates from its heart of gold
Emiting loving vibrations
It multiplied in the years ahead
Over the country it did spread
Sowing its seed along the way
Joy and tenderness it brought forth
Each and every day
The fragrance of the flower
Is pleasing to the gods
The aroma fills the air
People come to see
The beautiIful flower that grows there
The flower is my daughter
I thank God from up above
For sending me such treasure
In my garden of love
written by
Verna Goulding Ralph
poem by Verna Ralph
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The Agony Of The Long Waiting
i understand fully well
what is this agony of waiting
i'd been there
six months, and some false alarms
there were rumors
and bad news
i waited for the good news
it did not come
what arrived was something unbearable
father hid the knife
and mother asked me to listen to her
i know the agony of waiting
i know the pain of arrivals (and departures too)
i was once there
and no amount of comfort was enough
neither balm nor herb
neither drug nor injection
no amount of psychiatric treatment did cure
yet i survive
i am still here with you
silent and strong
it is our agony
and we understand.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Sonnet: A Poet’s Dream
I dreamt I turn’d into a rose flower,
That’d fully blossomed, looking so lovely!
Because I wished to be a bee-lover,
One morn as dawn came on very stealth’ly.
I was a rose, red-petaled and much pretty,
Emitting fragrance really very sweet!
My lover-bee buzz’d on to me happily,
Hovering around, with his rhythmic wing-beat.
“Good morning sweetheart! ” it said and kissed me.
“I’ve flown for miles, seeking your divine face, ”
“O spare me some nectar for I’m thirsty,
And some more nectar for my kids, in case.”
“O bee-lover! All my nectar’s for thee;
Only promise to always visit me! ”
poem by John Celes
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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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Spring-turned Autumn
Love between you and me
Knowingly or unknowingly
Budded before we blossomed,
But blossomed after we withered,
Having gone onto hibernation,
Fortunately or unfortunately,
In our spring of animation
When we branched severally.
Love between you and me
Belatedly or befittingly
Unfurled its stored fragrance
And permeated our inner sense
Only in our autumn of emptiness
When we headed for senescence,
And yet gives us a new sensation
As though we’re back to spring.
Love between you and me
Uniquely or uncommonly
Bloomed, not like a flower
That in spring opens with vigour
And ends with bearings in summer,
But one, seeded before carnal sphere,
Still out-living our carnal desire
To bring to the fall the eternal Spring.
Love between you and me
Intently and intrinsically
Is a Jasmine in its emergence
That exudes to us only fragrance
Which we breathe with all innocence
Without disturbing others’ balance.
Love for each other gives us all the vibes
To feel ever springs and no falls.
Blossomed in autumn
Our naïve love,
And brought to autumn
Ever spring now 25.03.1999
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Burning Ashes
Of tears and the sweat in the day of agony,
A virtuous woman is not easy to come by;
Like our legs to war without a clue.
What was that all about?
Of an immunity but not impunity,
Of an impresssive but not impassive,
Like two from a country to uncover where the gods spew fire!
Of their mysteries,
One from a tribe;
Who? Why? What? Where? When? Whom? Whose?
To name the country of this child like,
Our tears and sweat in the day of agony;
Like the clouds of burning ashes.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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From seeds of his body blossomed the flower that liberated a people and touched the soul of a nation.
quote by Jesse Jackson
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Fulfillment
I GREW a rose once more to please mine eyes.
All things to aid it — dew, sun, wind, fair skies —
Were kindly; and to shield it from despoil,
I fenced it safely in with grateful toil.
No other hand than mine shall pluck this flower, said I,
And I was jealous of the bee that hovered nigh.
It grew for days; I stood hour after hour
To watch the slow unfolding of the flower,
And then I did not leave its side at all,
Lest some mischance my flower should befall.
At last, oh joy! the central petals burst apart.
It blossomed — but, alas! a worm was at its heart!
poem by Paul Laurence Dunbar
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Little Flower's Will
You said you wanna save me, Honey..
Like a bird its with small wings
Protects its little flower
From the hard sunray
And the drenching rain
Sometimes,
Your wings might enfeeble, My Love..
But it doesn't matter
You, for always, wanna protect your flower
Protect your precious love
One thing,
I just want you to understand, Honey..
This little flower also wanna save you
Though I just have a little strength in me
I'll try to..
poem by Little Red Apple
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Dead flowers
Bees hum around
The dead roses
Being strung
Into garlands,
The flower-seller
Has kept aside
Two of the best blossoms for me,
She knows what I prefer -
Something not fully awake
Something between bud and flower
Something wanting to be loved
Yet not wanting to be violated
As I walk away from the heady fragrance
With a half-flower planted in my hair
The bees like eyes
Follow me unrequited
Drawn by the smell of death
poem by Prabhakar Subramaniam
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Let it be...
The feet of heart
Heavily laden
With agony and ecstasy
Desperately clutch at
The shifting
Vagrant sand dunes
Quite a few moments of death
Drop as tears and
Mingle with the wandering sands
To sprout as a desert flower or two
Elsewhere
Is that a mourning?
Is that a celebration?
Let it be...
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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Save Your Love
You were my woman and I was your man
You were good lookin
You know I was your biggest fan
You tried to teach me things I already knew
When you couldnt reach me
Girl, I think you knew that we were through
Baby, its over
Save your love, save it, save it
Save your love, save it, save it
Save your love, I dont want it (save your love)
Save it for someone else (save it, save it)
Save your love, I dont need it (save your love)
Put it back on the shelf
For somebody else
You said you love me, you may have been right
But hangin above me, girl,
You know that we would fight
You tried to change me and mess up my mind
Now, dont rearrange me
And girl, you know thats why youre left behind
Its over now
Save your love, save it, save it
Save your love, save it, save it
Save your love, I dont want it (save your love)
Save it for someone else (save it, save it)
Save your love, I dont need it (save your love)
Put it back on the shelf
For somebody else
Girl, you know its over
We had some good times
But now theyre gone, so long
Save your love, save it, save it
Save your love, save it, save it
Save your love, I dont want it (save your love)
Save it for someone else (save it, save it)
Save your love, I dont need it (save your love)
Put it back on the shelf
For somebody else
Save your love, I dont want it (save your love)
Save it for someone else (save it, save it)
Save your love, I dont need it (save your love)
Girl, I dont want it, save your love
Save your love, I dont want it (save your love)
Save it for someone else (save it, save it)
Save your love, I dont need it (save your love)
Girl, I dont want it, save your love
Save your love, I dont want it (save your love)
Save it for someone else (save it, save it)
Save your love, I dont need it (save your love)
Girl, I dont want it, save your love
song performed by by Kiss
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Refuge Sought
Tears. There are no tears.
To cool flushed cheeks.
Sate flaming eyes boiling
soft mist vapoured life.
Saline tears salted bitter life-giving sea.
Tears. Victim can never cry
to release choked emotion.
Shall never fall as spring rain.
Tainted only tears record shall show.
Are tears of dark black blood.
Tears. That will only flow
from shattered mirror’s edge.
Across wrists laid bare to touch
slashed cross pulsating vein’s life.
To darken tiled bathroom floor.
Agony’s scream no longer heard
walls mute stand unmoved.
Time drips seeps sluggish torpid
deadening sound within deaf ears.
Agony’s scream heavenward heard?
poem by Terence George Craddock
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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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Let It Be...
The feet of heart
Heavily laden
With agony and ecstasy
Desperately clutch at
The shifting
Vagrant sand dunes
Quite a few moments of death
Drop as tears and
Mingle with the wandering sands
To bloom as a desert flower or two
Elsewhere
Is that a mourning?
Is that a celebration?
Let it be...
(09May2011)
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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In the Desert's Sandy Vastness
In the desert's sandy vastness blossomed a bright flower
whose fragrance enamoured the universe.
The moon and tile sun,
the planets and the stars,
all wanted to possess it
The limitless sky bent low
in order to kiss it.
The brightness of that flower
Lit up God's throne.
Wrapping around her its many splendoured hue
the earth grew radiant.
Into the garden of that flower
flew a million birds a
and to clasp it in their breasts
yearned the leaves and the branches
of a thousand trees.
Men, angels, fairies - all craved it.
Saints, emperors and the penniless poor
all wanted to weave a garland
and wear it around their neck.
The nightingale and the bee knew
where to find that flower.
Some called it Hazrat Mohammad,
some simply 'Kamliwallah'!
[Original: Saharate Futlo Re; Translation: Kabir Chowdhury]
poem by Kazi Nazrul Islam
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